"Fak! Knock out that bastard on the dock. "

Call for support, we're under attack."

"Are you crazy? There is only one one opposite so many of us, and now call for help, do you want us all to not lift our heads in the community? The ship docked, we killed him! "

The steamer docked at the pier.

One by one, the militants prepared to disembark.

Inside the ship.

All kinds of people curled up, the inside smelled, excretion, food is basically in it.

"God, what do we do now?"

"We're not going to be affected, that's too sad, I don't want that."

"Damn, damn it, who will save us."

Respond to the voices of these people.

Only gunshots rang out.

......

Hide behind a cover that can't be hit.

Li De listened to the source of the gunshot, got up at any time and shook his wrist, shooting bullet after bullet at a strange angle.

Pull the trigger every time you get up.

Someone must fall.

"Generous gift crab."

The small leader of the society burst into foul language.

Side.

It was a subordinate who hid behind cover, but was still shot through the head, this man's eyes were wide and his face was puzzled, and he couldn't figure it out, he hid it all.

How can it still be beaten.

"Boss, what should we do? A lot of people are dead now.

"What to do? Call for help! The

little leader looked furious.

Isn't this still unclear? On the other side, they couldn't fight and didn't call for help.

Is it waiting to die?

Next second.

A bullet pierced the door of the captain's cabin in a ✓-shaped trajectory, made a round, and shot into the head of the small leader.

The militants with submachine guns froze in place, glancing around.

People sent out by the whole community to do business.

Now, seven seven eight eight are dead.

"Snap, snap."

The shoes landed on the road, and the crisp sound appeared.

The militants looked toward the door.

"Dangdang."

The glass was knocked.

The militants turned to pull the trigger, but a bullet anticipated his movements and pierced his arm into the iron sheet of the captain's room.

"Hello."

Li De put away the cypress.

The militants looked at Li De outside the window, let out a terrified cry, and began to retreat step by step.

"Open the door, I won't kill you."

Li De spoke, his expression calm.

The militants swallowed their saliva in horror.

Open the door?

Or don't open it, how much did the other party kill? Are you still worse than this one?

Li De shook his head helplessly.

Came to the door of the captain's room and kicked the door open.

The militants hid in the corner of the captain's room: "Please, don't kill me, please."

"I won't kill you, call your boss, tell him, come to this place tomorrow morning to find me, allow you to bring guns, if you don't come... I'll come back to you next time.

Li De pressed a note on the brain door of the corpse of the small leader on the side.

Blood soaked through the note.

A piece of white paper, instantly dyed red, makes people shudder.

"Well... Good.

Li De put away the cypress wood and wanted to go outside the steamer.

The purpose was accomplished.

Now on their side on the 1st, they should have solved the battle too?!

That's what I thought.

A sound enters the headset.

"Master, we have hijacked the goods and are transporting them to the abandoned factory."

"Okay No. 1, did the note stay?"

"The master has been left, but why should we? Haven't we already hijacked these goods? "

Heard Number One's inquiry.

Li De laughed out loud: "We are here to do business, not to grab a vote and finish, the major associations lie on the body of some people to suck blood, why can't we lie on the body of the major associations to suck blood?" "

There was a voice of sudden realization from the headset.

"Understand master, you have to collect protection fees from various organizations."

"A big fist is sometimes the last word." Li De responded and hung up the communication.

Meanwhile.

Mexican Society.

The head of the Mexican people, Cross, sat at the head of the round table and knocked the table to the sky: "Why was our trading time leaked?" That's a ton of cargo! Worth hundreds of millions, who will tell me the answer?

"Boss, I didn't do it."

"Boss, I heard the news that the Ailan Society has also been attacked."

"Not only that, but also the Russian agency."

"The items of the Hand Association were also robbed, boss, you know the strength of those people in the Hand Guild, they were all robbed, it is very reasonable that we were robbed."

Cross lifted his hand and ruffled his hair.

Slam your hands on the table.

"Farke, Farke, Farke! You don't want to tell me that the people who robbed us are the same people, do you?!

"Yes sir, it's the same people."

"Me?"

Cross clenched his fists, distracted.

Could it be that the FBI or CIB made a move?

Want to clean up Hell's Kitchen?

"Did these people leave any clues?"

"Left an address for us to go over tomorrow afternoon, if we don't go, they will sweep us once a day."

"Call more people."

Cross sneered.

No one can bully the Mexicans, and neither can the FBI.

......

Following.

The distraught arms shop owner hesitated when he arrived at the door of an abandoned factory.

Had a good night's sleep.

The next morning, the address and blood-stained note were posted on the door.

He came to find out.

"Mork? Your weapons store was also robbed? "

Mr. Cross!"

The owner of the weapons shop turned his head with a surprised expression.

Cross nodded: "Some raised Bichi and robbed our goods, a ton!" That's a ton of cargo, and I'm going to level it here today.

"Then you can't do it, it will be me who caused this massacre!"

The Russian community arrived.

The leading old man Molov had a gray beard and a grim expression.

"It's all here... I thought we were the only ones robbed. Cardin

, the leader of the Ilan Society, who was dressed in brilliant clothes, came down with his hands.

He lost the most.

The imprisoned smugglers escaped from the ship one by one, trying to gather these people again... It's hard.

Some Japanese people arrived, and their faces were also livid.

The weapon boss Mork grinned and took a breath of cool air, adding credit to the melting of the North and South Poles.

Who did this to you?

Everyone who can mess with Hell's Kitchen, right?!

"Since you're here, why don't you come in and sit?"

A voice came from the second floor.

Everyone looked at the second floor of the abandoned factory.

Li De stood at the window on the second floor and smiled slightly: "Boss thank you for your firearms, otherwise the plan would not have gone so smoothly, I said we would meet again." "

Is he?!

Mork looked up and froze in place.

Back to God.

Notice the murderous gazes of various community members.

For a while, it was like a glow.

Mork squeezed out a smile and shrugged his shoulders: "I just made a business." "

Why is it Li De!

Damn it! This is a big problem.

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