Super Detective in the Fictional World

Owen's ancestors only spent some time in Clinton many years ago, when they succeeded in turning this place into a hell of a New York population.

Today's gold has also begun to integrate the dark forces of New York, from the earliest drug traffickers into the dragon's industrial chain of smuggling, smuggling, smuggling, special services, bar nightclubs and premium hotels.

Worse yet, the guy will also reach out to big cities around the country, joining forces, eating and pulling together, increasing market share and manipulating market prices to make more profits.

They're not crazy, and they don't want to fight this dominant trend.

Boss Owen went crazy and didn't notice the sudden silence of his men, still there talking about how to regain the glory of his old family.

A few of my men are on the sidelines, and I can't help but look at each other and seem to understand what they're thinking.

Perhaps in a few days you'll be able to think about this big position under Owen's ass?

Dead people can't be their bosses.

Just as Boss Owen was ambitious, not for a lifetime, several of his men eyebrowed and sat waiting for the boss to die in the west, the door was suddenly knocked.

The thick iron door made three crisp bells and then stopped.

The two bandits guarding the gate raised their guns vigilantly, at a rhythm that was not the signal of the guards outside.

Slightly pause for a moment and press the door again three times.

It's still not too tight, it's at the right pace, just like when a polite person goes to a stranger's door and asks for directions.

Owen waved, indicating that the guards in the lobby had pulled out their guns, were vigilant and ready to fire.

When his men were ready, he made a gesture against the bandits at the door, asking him to open the window on the door and observe who the visitor was.

A bandit put his face in front of him and saw the outside guard standing behind a man in a black trench coat with a hat and a gun in his hand pointing at him.

The man in black only had his bottom cut face in his sight, and under the shadow of his hat, he could only see his mouth lifted like a moustache, and he seemed to laugh happily.

The bandit stunned and asked, “Fermi, who is he? ”

The bandit outside the door, Fermie, looked at him: "Dirk, he said he was a big client and wanted to talk to the boss himself. ”

The bandit in the door, Dirk: "How did you get him to knock? ”

Femme was still on her face: “He said it was polite. ”

Dirk frowned: “Have you searched him? ”

Fermi lifted the empty hand and showed a thick pile of hundred dollar bills: “Only this, he said, is a deposit. ”

Dirk turned his head and looked at Boss Owen: “Someone said they were buying, Fermi searched him, only a pile of cash. ”

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

Behind him was Serena, who had activated the optical camouflage, grabbing his clothes with one hand and the anesthesia gun in the other, pointing at his back.

Owen also heard the conversation at the door, hesitating and waving at the armed bandits.

The bandits dispersed slightly and the guns in their hands drowned, but did not put away.

Dirk at the door opened the iron door and took a slight step back, pointing the gun in his hand at the man in black.

The man in black did not panic, walked into the iron gate without tightening, and turned slightly to Dirk on the side: “Thank you. ”

Eyebrows wrinkled at Deckton: This is a true London cavity! This guy's here to die, right?

In his heart, the black man had walked past him, walking to the women who had divided the goods, and seemed to be measuring them.

Irvington was unhappy: "Who are you? What are you doing here?”

Instead of answering his words, the black man said, "The night gave me black eyes, and I didn't use it to look for light, but I looked down at the little mice in your sewers. Life, it's so hard. ”

It's still that authentic London cavity with a little poetic rhythm.

Owen: "... well, when I dig your eyes out, you'll have dark eyes and you'll have a tougher life. ”

Recently, Irving has become clearly overwhelmed, losing control of his emotions, and there's no way to talk to this guy.

And this guy actually dares to come to their nest in the middle of the night and talk in the London cavity, and that's whether he's crazy or not, he has to die.

Because, Owen, these people are Irish.

Everyone in Clinton knows they're an Irish gang.

Owen had a cruel smile on his face, waved his hands and broke this guy's hands.

You don't want to cheap this fucking Brit without a gun, Owen's gonna torture him slowly.

The two bandits grabbed the two crowbars and approached them with a sense of oppression. The crowbars were rounded in their hands and slammed into the black man.

Seeing Selena sneak in silently through the door on Luke's lens also means the beating can begin: “Violence can also be used to do good things. ”

In the talking room, he looked with his hands crossed and pulled out two matte knives 30 cm long between his waist under his cape.

Blur shadows flashed in the air, and the two bandits felt their hands cool and the crowbar flew out uncontrollably.

The next moment, they screamed, and two tiny red lines appeared on their wrists, and a moment later blood dipped out of the red line.

“Shoot him, shoot him.” Owen, the long-standing gang boss in Clinton District, reacted quickly and shouted directly.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

There was a series of gunshots in everyone's hands.

But just now, the black man surrounded by them in the center of the field, the whole man flattened out more than ten meters and the knife in his hand swung again.

Another shooter pulled down his hands and screamed.

“In the face of the bad, we must use extreme means to repress violence...”

Magnetism and slowness, like a BBC documentary, echoes in the factory, and even deafening gunshots don't hold it back.

Once again, the Black Glow knife wiped the hands of a bandit, even though the man backed away and tried to hide behind his companion.

As a result, Luke swept past him, waving his hand, and the bandit's companion drooped with his hands, screaming.

“We need to stand up without fear of power...”

In the speech, two Yaguang knives took off their hands, and two bandits with rifles were pierced in the right shoulder, throwing guns and screaming.

“Work hard to eradicate evil and do justice…” Luke gently under his feet, like a ghost without quality, turned left and right in the air, his hands next time crossed into the waist, and two Asahong knives appeared in his hand.