Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

After Mosley and Rodriguez made up their minds, they joined their team members.

Bang bang bang!

At this time, FBI agents and National Guard members stood outside the frantic gang team, raising their guns from time to time and shooting at the few vampires that broke out of the gang's defense line.

The bullet first passed through the vampire's legs, shattering their bones.

The remaining team members then came forward, chopped off his head, cut off his limbs, and made him incapacitated. At the same time, he remained indifferent despite the screams of the vampire.

These tramps have long since turned into real monsters.

Although the appearance is almost the same as that of humans, humans will not survive after their heads are cut off.

This is now their only way to deal with these vampires with strong vitality.

Mosley also finally saw what his subordinate agents reported about the brutal performance of the gang reinforcements.

boom!

boom!

In the corner, a man wearing a mask, deliberately avoided by the crowd, was constantly throwing micro bombs at the vampires who were attacking him.

The fire burst out and the shock wave swept across, causing a rain of blood mixed with fine pieces of flesh and blood at any time.

Mosley squinted slightly, feeling that this person was somewhat familiar.

After recalling it, I immediately realized its identity.

This masked man is a wanted criminal within the FBI.

Finn Cooley, one of the Irish gang leaders.

Two other Irish gang leaders, John Looney and McGinty, were also fighting bloody battles under Mosley's eyes.

These three high-ranking Irish gangsters were left with limbs and limbs at their feet, and they were already killing each other like crazy.

the other side.

The two men cooperated tacitly, one was holding a troll, and the other was holding an ax that came from nowhere.

boom!

The spray opens the way, the ax cuts off the head.

Vampires basically can't stand a single face-to-face meeting in front of them.

Blood spurted out from the fracture and splashed onto their bodies, staining their bodies with scarlet blood, as if they had just taken a bath in a pool of blood, as ferocious as primitive people.

Mosley didn't need to recall these two people in detail, he knew the identity of each other very well.

The Lankhov brothers from the Russian mafia.

It was also Pushkin’s base in New York.

In addition to the Irish and Russians, Mosley also noticed a tall, muscular black man who was riding the vampire on the ground and hammering him like a child.

Bang bang bang bang!

The dull accent of the punch hitting the flesh made Mosley's mouth twitch, and it was vaguely visible that as the black man raised his arm and punched, blood and flesh came out of his fist bones.

It is conceivable that the vampire who was being beaten on the ground by a black man who weighed at least 200 pounds was in a state of flesh and blood.

"Barracuda……"

Mosley is no stranger to this person either.

He is not a wanted criminal, but he is considered a dangerous person within the FBI.

A well-known killer in the New York underground world. It is said that this man once served in the "Green Berets" and led the army to defeat Luna, the great dictator of South America in the 1980s.

However, after retiring, he chose to become a killer because he could not forget his past life.

At the same time, a bald man also attracted his attention.

This man with a scar on his forehead has extremely strong fighting ability. He can break the limbs of a vampire with just a few words. With the retractable elastic knife in his hand, he can almost be renamed the Vampire Butcher.

"This guy should be Kingpin's strongest thug, Bullseye, Lester..."

Mosley pondered.

His eyes scanned in front of him, and after careful observation, he also discovered other famous figures.

For example, Nobu Yoshioka, the famous gangster of the island country, Christu Bratt, a wanted criminal from Romania who now runs a club in New York, and even Niki Cavela, the heir to the Cesare crime family...

These are all famous figures in the New York underground world.

Not to mention, in addition to these named people, there are also younger brothers they brought with them.

"What kind of monsters did David gather..."

Mosley took a breath, fully realizing what his subordinate said.

These gangsters are a bunch of lunatics.

After recognizing the true identities of these people, he was shocked to find out.

These are more than just a bunch of lunatics.

They are simply a group of social scum whose only thoughts are crime and self-gratification.

No, calling them social scum is actually a compliment to them!

"This is troublesome. I hope it ends well..."

Mosley suddenly felt a headache.

Even if these people were dragged out and shot immediately, they would not be innocent.

But he can't do that.

Although the FBI is no stranger to the method of killing a donkey, it still has to consider the occasion and consequences.

"What's wrong?"

Rodriguez saw something was wrong with his expression and was particularly surprised.

He and Mosley were not in the same department before, so he didn't know the identities of these people that well.

Therefore, he did not understand Mosley's mentality at all.

In his opinion, although the group of people in front of him looked too brutal and crude, he had to admit that their actions allowed his side to smoothly switch from defense to offense and firmly seize the initiative.

If this continues, victory is already guaranteed.

What's wrong with Mosley?

"None of these people are simple."

Mosley whispered: "I'm a little afraid that it won't be over for a while."

"Don't forget, they are the people David found."

Rodriguez was not worried: "It is normal for them not to give us face, but David is the representative of Kingpin and Pushkin. They must give those two guys face. This is the rule."

"hope so."

Mosley sighed.

…

Outside the building.

David sat in a wheelchair, calm and composed.

Weasley led several men from the Brotherhood to stand beside him, responsible for protecting his safety.

The head of the New York Police Department, George Stacey, who was not far away, would glance at the time on his watch every minute.

"Why aren't you here yet?!"

He looked anxious and frowned.

Just now, Mosley dragged Rodriguez back into the building, but no news has come back. The lack of understanding of the internal situation of the building made George feel more and more worried, which was difficult to erase.

"Don't worry, Chief Stacey."

David smiled and said: "Since you are the Sheriff of Manhattan, you must know something about Hell's Kitchen. You have to have confidence in us."

"Have confidence in the gang?"

George was still calm and did not say anything bad, but his tone was not very good either. He retorted in a deep voice: "I don't think so."

"But you have to admit that it is because of a group of gang members that you have survived until now."

David shrugged.

George was speechless.

What David said was true, and he couldn't deny it.

If it weren't for a group of underground gangs from Hell's Kitchen, the building would have been breached by vampires at this time, and Manhattan would have suffered catastrophic damage.