At 11:35 p.m., the convoy of the president of the Dragon Chamber of Commerce headed north to the south side of Jersey City, preparing to cross the Hudson River and return to the Chamber of Commerce's headquarters on the Upper East Side of Manhattan.

There is a relatively narrow valley junction here, and the car that the dragon will open the road pass smoothly without any accidents, but when the car in the center of the convoy that Zhou Yu was riding in drove to the valley, there was a sudden explosion.

The scorching flames and fierce air currents knocked Zhou Yu's car to the ground, and then more than a dozen gunmen emerged from both sides of the deep valley, holding the military's newly developed Thompson Assault Gun in their hands, and began to fire at the dilapidated car.

At this time, although the other cars of the Longxing Chamber of Commerce had stopped on the side of the road and began to draw their guns and shoot at the attackers, it was undeniable that the purpose of the attackers had been achieved, and the car in which Zhou Yu, the president of the Longxing Chamber of Commerce, was ridden by the explosion and shooting, and the flames were ignited, and if there were people inside, there was absolutely no chance of survival.

"The plan is complete, everyone, retreat~~!"

A voice sounded in the darkness, and the attackers began to fight and retreat, gradually dispersing into the darkness.

"Damn, catch up and kill them, don't let any of them go!"

Hu Rentian, who was in charge of organizing the return attack, held a pistol in each hand and fired alternately, but he still seemed to find it not enjoyable, so he snatched the Lewis Charge Rifle that his men were firing and fired indiscriminately into the darkness of the enemy's retreat.

But in front of the enemy, Hu Rentian's fierce counterattack did not have much effect.

"Hell...... Don't chase it, clean up the battlefield, treat the wounded, see if the other party has been shot and left alone, and catch Lao Tzu! ”

Hu Rentian, who is known for his fiery and impulsive temperament, actually did not let his men chase after him, but chose a more secure way.

Of course, it was not that he suddenly became cautious, but that the other party's attack had already been revealed, and there was no one sitting in Zhou Yu's car at all.

Zhou Yu had already detached from the convoy when he was about to arrive at the ambush site, and only a branch in his car was pressed against the accelerator to let the car move forward on its own.

The attack had been successful, and the men quickly retreated into the woodlands on both sides of the valley and began to disperse towards the Staten Island area.

Bosten, the person in charge of the operation, had just turned a mountain road and thought he was safe, but several dark shadows came out of his face.

"Huh? Who are you? ”

As soon as Bosten sensed that something was wrong, he saw the figure that suddenly appeared on the other side and drew his gun and fired.

Under this sudden sneak attack, Bosten's attackers were more than half defeated, and they had to choose to run towards the surrounding construction area.

"Hell! Who the hell are these people? Why would they know the direction of our retreat? Tonight's plan should be unknown, is it an accident? ”

Bosten was in a state of mind, and he really didn't want to believe that he had been attacked because he had leaked the news.

However, as he walked through a residential area and thought he was safe again, a few strangers stepped out of the dark corners.

Sudden gunfire rang out again, but instead of shooting at Bosten, they aimed at the people around him.

Bosten shot in the back as he fled, his mind now in a state of confusion, and he couldn't figure out what was going on.

But one thing he was sure of was that if he didn't get out of here quickly, he would definitely be beaten into a sieve by the other party.

"Hell hell hell hell...... What's going on? Where the hell did these people come from? Tonight's plan was going well. ”

Bosten panicked and saw that the windows of a shop on the side of the road were not closed tightly, so he climbed in.

He hid on the ledge, his back against the wall, snorting and panting, and only then did he cautiously peek out with half of his head out after hearing the scattered footsteps around him gradually dissipate.

"Huh~ Finally gone, where did these people come from?"

Bosten was puzzled, but he could only choose to lurk back to the boss first and report the incident tonight as soon as possible.

But the only thing to be thankful for is that their plan is quite successful, at least Zhou Yu has been buried in the fire with his car, and there is no possibility of survival.

Thinking of this, Bosten stood up with a light step, and only then began to notice the situation around him.

It is a barbershop, typical of those run by Orientals.

The yellow-skinned guys would provide shaves, massages and other services to customers along with haircuts, and since they entered the industry, many local barbers have lost their jobs, and for this reason, local barbers in the industry have also held a small parade, but it was quickly suppressed by Bruce Chow's Dragon Shop Chamber.

After that, new customers will find in this barber shop a lot of apprentices with local faces, who are both learning to cut and massage, and it seems that they have been bought by the Dragon Merchants.

Bosten was a typical fanatical nationalist who embraced the theory of white supremacy, believing that all other races were inferior and should be enslaved.

Recently he heard a report from the German side that a young man named Adolf Hitler was spreading passionate speeches in German taverns that coincided with Bosten's inner fanaticism and made him extremely excited.

This time, when the boss approached him and gave him this task, it could be said that it was just what suited his appetite, those Chinese, those yellow-skinned guys he had long been displeased, and only by killing their leaders could he slowly disintegrate these locust-like Orientals.

Thinking like this, Bosten had already walked to the barbershop hall, looked at the scissors, razors and other items available next to him, and showed a disdainful smile on his face, and raised his hand to destroy all these tools.

Suddenly, at this moment, the lights of the barbershop were turned on with a "snap", and the surroundings instantly brightened up as if it were daytime.

On the chair against the wall, a young oriental man sits, and next to him stood several people, all with oriental faces.

Bosten's pupils contracted instantly, and he almost shouted "Fack".

He recognized the young man in front of him, of course he did, because this was the person he was responsible for the assassination tonight, the president of the Dragon Chamber of Commerce, that damn Chinese leader, Bruce Zhou!

Shouldn't he have died in a car that exploded and spontaneously combusted? How did it end up here?

The next moment, before Bosten could react, a dagger emitting a cold cold light was already against his neck, and a voice that did not contain any emotion sounded in his ears.

"Throw away your weapons and don't try to resist, I'm very good at torturing people."

Bosten recognized this voice, this was a guy who was often followed by Bruce Zhou, the leader of the Dragon Chamber of Commerce, his bare skin seemed to be covered with scars, according to legend, this man had suffered many injuries in the war that ended shortly, but still survived, and the local gangsters used to call him Ghost Brother, it was the murderous and ruthless Hong'a ghost.

That's right, it was Zhou Yu who was sitting on the back chair of the barbershop at the moment.

He put his left leg on top of his right leg, rested his two hands on the top of his leg, and looked at Bosch with a smile: "It's you?" I've seen you, you've been around Councillor Servis, and I have a good memory, and those who have met are not easy to forget, and I don't need you to say anything, since you were involved in tonight's assassination, you should be able to anticipate your fate, and if you want to say that I am quite welcome, if you don't want to say it, I am not reluctant. ”

"Damn...... You yellow-skinned pigs, I can't wait to kill them all! The New World is not the place for you, go back to your country! I'm not going to say anything, you don't want to get even a ...... out of my mouth! ”

Before Bosten could finish speaking, a sharp pain came from his right cheek and mouth, making it impossible for him to say the rest of his words.

The dagger in Hong Agui's hand has pierced his cheek, cut his mouth and tongue, and also took advantage of the situation to go outward, the corner of the right mouth of the Bosten who spoke wildly was directly to the root of his ear, and he splashed out like donating blood without money, so painful that he trembled, and he was about to scream in the next second.