Chapter 23 Is This Guy a Devil?

metropolis.

A black Oldsmobile Cutlass sedan slid gently through a street.

The roads in the streets crisscrossed each other like webs spun by drunken spiders.

The car drove past houses and finally stopped on a gravel-paved private driveway.

"Bang!"

The car door opened, and several men in black suits picked up the unconscious women in the back seat and walked into the room.

In the spacious hall, Frank Gallo, who had been waiting for a long time, saw his men bringing people in and picked up the cigar at hand.

He was a large man, with a doppish face and a curved aquiline nose.

Because he is from Sicily, his oily skin often has the color of solidified cinnamon.

"Boss, the quality of this batch of girls is good."

After throwing the three women to the ground, his men said to him: "Those rich people must be very satisfied."

Frank stood up and looked at the woman on the ground, and took a puff of his cigar with satisfaction.

"Not bad, especially this one."

As he spoke, he reached out and touched the face of one of the blonde girls.

The other party's body and face are both top-notch.

Frank is the leader of this group of gangsters.

The business he is engaged in is not drug trafficking or arms smuggling like other gangs.

Rather, it is the riskier, but also more profitable, human trafficking of women and children.

Sending young and beautiful women to the beds of big men in exchange for their political power protection and money has been what he has been doing for a long time.

"Send her to my room."

Frank looked at the blonde girl's exposed skin and suddenly became interested. He asked his men to send the girl to his room.

In the room, under dim light.

Frank touched the girl's face with his fingers and nodded frequently as if appreciating a work of art.

His fingers climbed up the girl's chin like spider legs, past the dried blood, and came to the girl's forehead.

"Hmm"

Martha MacDonald woke up slowly.

My head was tingling, and my whole body felt extremely tired.

Rubbing her hazy eyes, she was a little confused as to why she seemed to be lying on the bed.

Aren't you drinking with your girlfriends at the bar?

A handsome young man came over to propose a toast, but she and her girlfriends didn't take it seriously and drank happily.

My memory after that was blurry and I couldn’t remember anything.

Trying to open her eyes, she suddenly felt something crawling on her forehead.

Looking at the unknown object, I found that it was several fingers.

The owner of the finger, the pot-bellied guy, was smiling devilishly at himself.

"ah!"

The frightened Martha MacDonald screamed in terror.

She curled back as hard as she could, only to be grabbed by Frank's arm and dragged to the end of the bed.

"Bang!"

He punched Martha in the face without mercy at all.

Martha immediately felt a sharp pain.

She was dizzy and suddenly lost the power to resist.

Just when Frank was about to do whatever he wanted, he suddenly heard a voice from behind.

"Hey, Frank."

"Fake! I told no one to come in!"

Frank, whose interest was disturbed, turned around angrily.

As a result, his head was grabbed and slammed against the wall.

Frank, who was dizzy, subconsciously wanted to fight back, but was punched in the lower abdomen.

As if struck by lightning, he slowly fell to the floor, clutching his stomach.

In severe pain, he raised his head with difficulty, and what he could see was a face wearing black-rimmed glasses.

Peter looked down at Frank, who was holding his stomach and groaning, and then looked at the girl huddled on the bed.

Shaking his head, he dragged Frank and dragged him outside.

Peter originally planned to just ransack the gang's headquarters and kill all the scumbags who trafficked children and women, but he didn't expect to encounter something like this.

"Bang!"

Frank was dragged to the living room and kicked hard.

He let out a groan of pain and looked around. When he saw the moaning boys lying on the ground, his heart suddenly went cold.

"Sir, there is money here. If you want, you can take it all!"

Realizing that the Peter in front of him was not a good person, Frank immediately gave in.

"You are wrong. The money here belongs to me the moment I step in, so you don't need to remind me that the money also belongs to me."

Peter said he came here just to make money.

He pulled up a chair, sat down, and then picked up a pistol from the ground.

"But it's okay to let you go."

Peter pointed the pistol at the opponent, "Since you like to show your prowess so much, let's fire it now. Come on, face your men and show them."

"What?!"

Frank thought he heard wrongly and looked at him in shock.

"bring it on."

Peter asked all the younger brothers lying on the ground to stand up, "Stand in front of your boss and watch him perform for you."

Frank swallowed and begged Peter for mercy with fear.

"Sir, I. I was wrong. Please let me go. I will give you my money. You can have anything you want."

Seeing this guy's embarrassed and frightened look, Peter lost his interest in playing and shot the guy directly in the lower part of his body.

With a "bang", Frank, who was holding his body, fell to the ground and groaned in pain.

Other gangsters saw Peter firing and wanted to fight back, but they were shot by bullets and fell to the ground and died instantly.

Martha MacDonald in the bedroom leaned against the door with her back.

Although she couldn't see the situation outside, what Peter said before made her heart beat non-stop.

Is this guy a devil? !

Although she was full of gratitude to Peter for saving her, she felt that he was very bad.

However

She clenched her fists and felt unexpectedly relieved.

To deal with such a villain, you have to use such means.

Just as she was thinking wildly, with a "bang", the sound of gunfire outside suddenly scared her.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dull sound of gunfire rang out outside, followed by the sound of "thumps" falling to the ground one after another.

The surroundings fell into a dead silence, and Martha MacDonald held her breath nervously.