Eight Hundred and Sixty-Eight Chapters, Big Customers Come to the Door, Violence and Good Deeds

Irving's grandparents only spent a few years in the Clinton district many years ago, when they managed to turn it into a hell for New Yorkers.

Today, Jin Bing has begun to integrate the dark forces in New York. The business has extended from the earliest drug sales to the one-stop industrial chain of smuggling, sales of stolen goods, special services, bars and nightclubs, and high-end hotels.

What's even more frightening is that this guy has also extended his tentacles to big cities across the country, joining forces vertically and horizontally, winning while eating and fighting, increasing market share, and manipulating market prices to gain greater profits.

They're not crazy yet, and they don't want to go against the big guy who has become a dominant trend.

The boss, Owen, went too crazy, completely ignoring the sudden quietness of his subordinates, and was still talking about how to get back the glory of the old family.

Several subordinates were on the side, and they couldn't help but communicate with each other with their eyes, as if they all understood what the other party was thinking.

Perhaps, in a few days, I will be able to think about the boss position under Owen's ass?

Dead people can't be their boss.

Just as the boss of Owen was ambitious and mighty, and several of his subordinates were flirting with each other, waiting for the boss to die and return to the west, the door was suddenly knocked.

The thick iron door made a crisp clang clang three times, and then stopped.

The two gangsters guarding the gate raised their guns vigilantly, and this rhythm was not a signal for the guards outside.

After a slight pause, there was another knock on the door three times.

It's still as unhurried and at a moderate pace, just like a very polite person who goes to a stranger's door to ask for directions.

Owen waved his hand, indicating that the guards in the hall all pulled out their guns, raised their vigilance, and were ready to fire at any time.

Seeing that his subordinates were ready, he made a gesture to the gangster at the door and asked him to open the small window above the door to observe who was coming.

One of the gangsters moved his face forward, only to see the guard outside with a serious face standing behind a man in a hat and a black trench coat, the gun in his hand was aimed at this man.

The man in black only had the lower half of his face in his sight. Under the shadow of the brim of his hat, he could only see the corners of his mouth curled up like his mustache, as if he was smiling happily.

The bandit was stunned,

He asked, "Fermi, who is he?"

The gangster Fermi outside the door said with a stern face: "Dirk, he said that he is a big customer and wants to talk to the boss in person."

The gangster Dirk inside the door: "Why did you let him knock on the door?"

Fermi was still stern: "He said it was more polite."

Dirk frowned: "Have you searched him?"

Fermi raised his free hand and showed a thick stack of hundred-yuan bills: "Only this, he said it was the deposit."

Dirk turned his head and looked at Owen, the boss: "Someone said he wanted to buy goods, Fermi searched him, and there was only a stack of cash."

Of course Dirk couldn't see in the small window, and there was already a fine layer of sweat on Fermi's forehead outside the door.

Behind him is Selena, who has activated the optical camouflage, holding his clothes in one hand, and the muzzle of the anesthesia gun in the other hand is pressing against his back.

Owen also faintly heard the conversation at the door, hesitated, and waved to the bandits with guns on guard.

The bandits spread out a little, and the muzzle in their hands hung down, but they were not put away.

Dirk at the door opened the iron door, took a step back, and pointed the gun at the man in black.

The man in black didn't panic, walked into the iron gate unhurriedly, and nodded slightly to Dirk beside him: "Thank you."

Dirk frowned immediately: This is actually an authentic London accent! Is this guy here to kill him?

When he was thinking this way, the man in black had already walked past him, walking forward not far from the women who were packing the goods, and seemed to be looking at the goods.

Owen was immediately dissatisfied: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The man in black did not answer him, but said, "The night gave me black eyes. I didn't use them to find light, but I looked down at you little mice in the sewers. Life is really hard."

It's still the same authentic London accent, and he speaks with a poetic rhythm.

Owen: "...very good, when I goug out your eyes, you will have dark eyes, and the rest of your life will be more difficult."

Recently, Owen's spirit has become obviously excited, and he can't control his emotions more and more. How can he have the time to talk nonsense with this guy.

Moreover, this guy dared to come to their lair alone in the middle of the night and speak in a London accent, then whether he is mentally ill or not, he must die.

Because, Owen, these people are Irish.

Everyone in the Clinton district also knew that they were an Irish gang.

A cruel smile appeared on Owen's face, and he waved his hands up and down, interrupting the guy's hands.

I don't want to cheapen the damn Brit without a gun, and Owen is going to slowly torture him to death.

The two gangsters grabbed two crowbars and approached with a sense of oppression. The crowbars in their hands swung round and slammed into the man in black.

On Luke's lens, he saw Selena's figure sneaking in silently through the door, which also meant that the beating action could begin: "Violence can also be used for good deeds."

While speaking, he crossed his hands and lowered himself, and pulled out two 30-centimeter-long matte knives from his waist under his cloak.

The blurry black shadow flickered in the air, and the two thugs who rushed over felt their hands get cold, and the crowbar in their hands flew out uncontrollably.

The next moment, they screamed in agony, and two small red lines appeared on the wrists of their hands, and it took a while for the blood to soak out from the red lines.

"Shoot and kill him." Owen, the experienced gang leader who has been in the Clinton area for many years, responded quickly and shouted directly.

Clap clap clap clap!

A series of gunshots rang out in the hands of everyone.

But the man in black, who was surrounded by them in the center of the field just now, flinched, moved more than ten meters away, and waved the knife in his hand again.

Another gunman dropped his hands and screamed.

"In the face of bad guys, we must use extreme means to suppress violence..."

The magnetism is gentle, like the baritone in a BBC documentary echoing in the factory building, even the deafening gunshots did not suppress it.

The black matte knife wiped the hands of a gangster again, even if the man stepped back again and again, trying to hide behind his companions.

As a result, Luke swept past him and waved his hand, and the gangster's companion also dropped his hands and screamed.

"We need to stand up against power and stand up..."

In the voice of the voice, two matt knives came out of their hands, and the right shoulders of the two gangsters who were shooting with rifles were penetrated, and they threw their guns and screamed.

"Strive to eradicate evil and uphold justice..." Luke tapped his feet continuously, like a ghost without quality, turning back and forth in the air, his hands crossed into his waist next time, and two matte knives appeared in his hands again .

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