Dc Rage Dragon

1637 Broome Street, the basement of a small apartment.

Inside the safe house of the death knell.

The orange light shone in this dark place, and on the surrounding shelves, various guns were in the cold and dark atmosphere of the dark and orange light, which made people feel a little chill.

The death knell crossed the knife immediately, sitting on the table, holding a white cloth in his hand, gently wiping the sharp, chilling Blade, Katana slowly sliding in his hand, the sharp blade wiped the passing cloth 'Tear' into two pieces, the blade of the blade suddenly showed his ruthless one-eyed eye.

He twisted his wrist and shook Katana a few times, and Blade blew the air out of a chilling, goose bump.

With a ‘clank’, Katana’s clear cold light flashed into her sheath.

The death knell came down from the table, stood tall, and took out the desert eagle from his waist. After a little inspection, he put the desert eagle aside.

At the moment.

The ‘ding ding ding ding ding’ phone rang.

The death knell raised his eyebrows slightly and answered the call.

"You must leave right away!" The caller's voice was a little hurried.

"What happened?"

When the death knell asked in doubt, he has been preparing in his safe house since he spread out that the man behind Jack is Alex, repairing his various weapons, placing the safe house, and has not gone out to inquire about the news. .

But from the TV, he also knew that Alex had solved his rumor attack this time. Now the media in the entire central city have not said anything about the collusion between the police and the underworld, but have greatly appreciated the police's enforcement efforts. Obviously someone behind it is influencing the media.

"You already know that he has dealt with this rumor, and this rumor won't touch him at all." The blunt, low-pitched voice said, and then there was fear and concern.

"Um?"

The death knell frowned slightly.

The person on the opposite side of the phone was the underworld figure who took the initiative to contact him. When he knew that the death knell and the broken hand gang fell out, and was about to start the broken hand gang, he took the initiative to cooperate with the death knell, intending to engage in the benefit of the broken hand gang. The benefits given are the death knell that cannot be ignored and moved.

The death knell is the first to attack Alex, the man behind the scenes, first to ruin his reputation, so that he and the underworld police station are at odds with each other, and he is taking over the gang and using Jack and that person to guard this stable rear for himself. , As one's own logistics in the mercenary world.

The death knell and his interests have been discussed and perfected, but now, obviously something happened that scared him.

"The power behind him is stronger than I imagined. I have already begun to regret it. I am greedy to help with the benefit of cooperating with you." The speaker's voice was low, with regrets, and faintly distressed.

"You leave Central City now, you have never cooperated with us." The speaker made a decisive decision and hung up the phone immediately.

The death knell was holding the phone in his ear, his face sinking.

He is an arrogant, confident, cruel and cunning person, with his own temper as a mercenary king, and he will never fail in any task!

From the moment I pick it up! Failure is not allowed.

Death Knell's face was slightly dark. He knew that someone might want to engage his employer and make his collaborators afraid.

But he has already done more than half, for the benefit of severing hands, he has done most of the preparation work, and he does not intend to listen to that person's persuasion.

He is very professional and ethical. The task has not been completed yet and he does not intend to leave.

The death knell eyes thought a little, and decided to find him and see what was going on.

He doesn't think that Alex's resolution of the rumors is his own failure. On the contrary, the battle for the interests of the squad is only now beginning.

The death knell camouflaged a little bit in the safe house, put on a suit and leather shoes, slightly changed his cheeks, changed the shape of his face, and made himself slightly fatter, put on sunglasses, took the desert eagle, and started to go out.

He did not expend much effort.

In the man’s villa, I found Boris in the brightly-lit conference room, staring at an invitation with a deep frown. Boris is not tall, a little thin, and has the mature and stable appearance of a middle-aged man. , Not like a cruel underworld figure.

The death knell turned over and jumped into the meeting room through the window.

"Why are you here!" Boris was startled, and subconsciously touched from his waist, but didn't take out the gun. At his home, he didn't carry a gun with him.

Seeing that it was a death knell, he breathed a sigh of relief. Pore loosened, his back was dripping with cold sweat, and his face was nervous and he drank: "Why do you dare to come?"

"Our cooperation is cancelled!"

The death knell threw the sunglasses he was carrying directly on the tabletop, picked up the invitation card, turned it over and looked at it, then threw it on the tabletop again, tugging at the corner of his mouth, and sneered.

"What are you afraid of? Afraid of him?"

Boris slammed his fist to the desk, his face stern: "Are you still confused about the situation?"

"I have received news that the person who I spread the rumors and framed for you is an important member of great power. You are alone in your family, so you can naturally leave. My family is here. Once someone finds out that I am indeed in contact with you, My entire family will disappear in Central City."

"Damn, you thought he was just an inspector?"

"Even the Morse family dare not touch him!"

"We are not qualified to seize his gangster."

Boris wiped his nervous, annoyed and sweaty face, his palms were dripping with sweat.

"You're scared." The death knell was one-eyed calmly, staring at Boris's annoyed, worried, scared, uneasy face.

The death knell stood on the spot like a solid mountain, the tall figure staring condescendingly at Boris, his mind began to turn.

He saw the invitation just now, and he was very ordinary invited to a meeting to discuss the future of the underworld? Is there such an operation?

When can the underworld all sit down and discuss it?

Isn't it fighting and killing? This method of operation is really unheard of, unseen.

What can make Boris be scared, and be able to sit down and discuss, undoubtedly, must have a huge force that can destroy him.

This question of the power behind Alex seems intriguing.

"I suspect he already knows that I spread the rumors."

"I'm very likely to be used by him to kill chickens and monkeys."

"I just asked about it. Almost all the underworld families and the underworld figures with a little bit of influence in Central City have all received invitations."

"I don't know what he wants to do."

Boris covered his face with his hands, tired and scared physically and mentally.

"I might be finished."

"As long as he knows what I do."

"He actually wants to unify the underworld forces in the central city and become the underworld godfather of the central city?" The death knell is not difficult to draw a conclusion. With the support of the great forces behind it, it does not seem to be so difficult to rule the underworld in the central city. matter.

At least the death knell, with his super brain, can calculate that it is not so difficult.

"Yes, everyone thinks so." Boris said, "I might need to escape from the center city first."

"Your mission is cancelled, we can't cooperate."

"No, you go to the meeting." The death knell's one-eyed gleamed coldly: "I will go with you too."

"So far, my mission success rate is 100%."

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