The slums in New Zealand are a very interesting place, at least in Chen Xi's eyes.

All kinds of legal or illegal immigrants are diversified and full of chaos everywhere.

In the shadow corners that are widely distributed in the city, all kinds of sins occur at every moment... Many people who are struggling at the bottom can shoot and kill people for a new pair of shoes, or they can completely sell their principles and integrity for a hawk-headed banknote... Brutality and capriciousness are undoubtedly synonymous with them.

Compared with those gang members who have no worries about food and clothing, they are not inferior in many aspects. The only difference is a mentor who can discover them and a plan that is reliable and detailed enough.

For example, Bolton, who has been struggling in a slum for twenty-three years.

He has left good luck recently.

A few days ago, Borton encountered an unexpected job, and he would get more than a thousand eagle dollars in every time he finished a vote.

This is much safer than what he did in the slums at risk and earns more. Even selling marijuana is not as good as those bastards who entrench on the ground, mainly because the bastards who entrenched on the ground were so harsh that they had to take half of the profits of only more than ten eagle dollars after selling a small parcel. They were simply a group of greedy vampires.

Of course, the most important thing is that you don’t need to worry about doing this at all. Just do it according to the arrangements on the text message. The other party has arranged the previous steps properly.

This is really an extremely relaxing job for Bolton, who thinks he is not very smart. He just needs to yell a few words with a bad voice.

And today, he received another text message.

[No. 213 Ninth Street, Little Bear Restaurant, from 1:00 to 1:15 noon, wearing a gray suit jacket, carrying a black leather bag, brown hair, a man in his forties, strong, gun-free, temporarily single.]

This is the information translated with a password, a string of letters composed of special arrangements, and then a close-up photo of the character. Behind the bright smile is a laundry with the name of the DEHUTB brand as the background.

"Brothers are starting to move. Today is a man, bring the guy and the mask."

In the dilapidated factory, Botton yelled and took his guys into a van with fake license plates and went out.

When I came back, there was already one more person in the car.

It is the man in the photo, Frank Royd, the boss of the bloody hand dirt recycling site.

After a beat, Ferlank sat in a chair covered in wounds, barely opening his bruised eyes and looking at the black men wearing pig head masks with anger on his face.

"What do you want to do? Don't you know that I'm a bloody hand? If you don't want the whole family to be made into cat food, let me go..."

Frank kept scolding that his threat was not a fraud. In addition to engaging in traditional underground business, the Bloody Hand also operated several legitimate business projects, such as pig farms, slaughterhouses, and cat food production companies. In addition to dealing with retired gangs, these legitimate industries also facilitated the complete disappearance of some corpses of unknown origin, and basically no residue left.

It was very cruel, but in the face of such a threat, the kidnappers were indifferent. The leader opened a laptop and pointed the screen at Frank.

As the colors lit up, a scene that made Frank's eyes split. Her favorite little daughter was playing leisurely on the lawn. Her raised little face seemed to be talking to someone, but at this time, she should be staying in school and it was impossible for her to come out.

"What do you want me to do?"

Frank lowered his head in pain and said in accepting his fate...

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On the other side, outside the "Dad John" tavern on Fifth Street.

Former Marine Sergeant Anthony sat quietly in the car, with the submachine gun in his hand ready to go.

This is not the first time he has done a killer thing, and the combat qualities he developed on the battlefield of Efit have kept him in his best condition. His breathing was smooth and he was not panicked, and his eyes were always staring at the door.

He was waiting for the intended target to appear.

[No. 112 Fifth Street, John Daddy Tavern, from 2:30 to 3:50 pm, target four people, bald man wearing a brown coat, glasses, red hair dyed by the man with a bald man's chest tattoo, gold necklace, suit man white suit, cigar in his mouth. Features: Gangster backbone, quick response, gun, and someone protects the outside.]

This is a description on the text message, with a look photo. The overall task looks very difficult, but it doesn't make any difference to him.

After two years of fierce fighting, he was injured countless times, and he became a real killing machine.

However, this did not bring what he really wanted. In the years after he was discharged from the army, Anthony could not even raise his family, and even his wife had no money to treat her seriously ill, so after receiving that inexplicable call, he became a killer who killed people for money.

After a brief memory, the door of the tavern was opened with a clang.

The goal did not make him wait for long. The time range described in the text message was very consistent. At 3:18, four people came out with their arms around.

They didn't notice anything strange nearby, and were walking towards the parking place, talking and laughing.

But when passing by a black second-hand car, I suddenly became surprised.

Anthony pushed open the car door suddenly, without saying a word, and the muzzle in his hand swept across, shooting crazy flames.

Countless blood flowers were flying in front of their eyes, and fierce smoke filled the mouth and nose. Four people were hit by bullets before they could move.

After pouring all 60 rounds of bullets in four seconds, Anthony quickly retracted back into the car before the rest of the people could react. He stepped on the accelerator and ran wildly, leaving only four corpses that had been beaten into honeycombs and a group of panicked gangsters on the spot.

[The mission is completed, next?] On the galloping car, Anthony typed a few words with one hand on his mobile phone.

After a while...

[Driving to Niujiao Alley, the car and gun are left behind, and someone will come to deal with it. The money has been placed in the old place.]………

In the police station building in Greenwell District, the police phone kept ringing, and the busy sound was almost running without touching the ground.

After the case incidence has risen sharply in recent days, they undoubtedly feel tired and running.

And in the office room belonging to Sheriff Lawrence, the atmosphere was a bit solemn.

"Detective Bey, you're sure your news is correct enough. You must know that if you break into a private residence without a search warrant, if you fail to find something of a certain amount of weight, you and I can only slap your butt and leave."

Sheriff Lawrence put his hands in front of his chest, his voice with a unique low voice.

"Sheriff, no problem. The news given this time is completely credible. The recent attacks on Bloody Hands have caused panic among them. Some of them want to collect funds in the short term, but they feel unsafe. Therefore, they put the contraband shipped recently in their homes with higher safety, and the person they handled was my internal informant."

Detective Bey said confidently.

He added persuasion to the words with a powerful waving: "The best thing is that he took a few pictures of the goods, which I've confirmed."

Without asking to see the photos, Lawrence still has this trust. He only thought for a few seconds before making the final decision: "Well... well, since you are so sure, I will send someone to go with you, hoping that the result is what you think."

Outside the building, police cars whizzing past in groups rushed to a specific location.

A text message was lying in the corner of the phone that was pinched in Detective Bey's hand.

[I won’t go home for dinner today.]…………

In just one week, a large gang with thousands of people fell apart. When countless people were still surprised, the structure of the Bloody Hands collapsed in an indescribable and strange situation, and one out of ten was left.

The gang members at the bottom of the Bloody Hand did not react at all, and were stunned by this sharp combination of punches. They looked around in a daze, and they didn't even know who was taking action.

The Poison Dragon Gang?...No.

The last explosion had already made them anxious. They were invited by police all day to have tea and chat. I didn’t see that many people lost a lot of weight? It was because they supplemented with too much caffeine.

Is the tearman?...not.

Although they are the main competitors of the Bloody Hand, during the destruction of the Bloody Hand, these stupid people from the Rhodes Peninsula did not even occupy a redundant territory. On the contrary, they also withdrew from many places they controlled, obviously for fear of being affected by the fish.

Foreign forces?...It seems not.

Although there have been many inexplicable cases recently, they all happened scattered and the total number did not exceed the normal range of previous years. More importantly, the only person worthy of doubt is that the two gangs that suddenly emerged were in trouble, but were kicked by a mysterious and brave police detective. I really don’t know what they should say.

Police!...that's even more so.

As long as people with normal IQs don't think of this outrageous answer. For the city of Newesland, which has a mixed population and a large population, those gangs that dominate the region have actually become an additional force to maintain order and stability. Thinking about the hometown of the black people, you will understand that the arrest of the bloody hands is just showing the sense of existence and retaliation for the last bombing. They probably did not expect this result.

Countless speculations and rumors spread to all those who are determined to engage in the promising profession of gangsters, as well as those gangs.

It can be said that this fact shocked the entire underground world of New Zealand, and they were afraid that the next one would be their turn.

However, just as this person was panicked, a news came out.

The bloody hand boss Johnny, who had disappeared for three days since the fourth day, appeared. Of course, it was a corpse!

He was found on the coast beach near the dock area. He had been eaten by sea fish and was unrecognizable. It was only after DNA proofreading and comparison that he finally confirmed.

Then, Carloz, who seemed to be low-key for a long time, announced in a high-profile manner that he would fully accept most of the territory left empty in the bloody hand.

Now everyone knows that another round of reshuffle in the underground world has begun.

And in that reopened Death bar.

Carloz, who has become the leading figure in the underground world of New Zealand, held a mobile phone tightly and entered a few words with a nervous expression.
Chapter completed!