I will be crowned king

"...So, I like to act alone because I am afraid of trouble, but why do I have to clean up the mess for others in the end?"

Mumbling and grumbling, the military doctor was sweating profusely as he worked in the darkness, with the cigarette butt flickering at the corner of his mouth being his only source of light.

While he was busy, he was still recalling the entire process of sneaking into this casino, and seriously thinking about whether there were any mistakes he made accidentally.

After all, it has been so long that some of the professional skills are somewhat unfamiliar; although killing people and rescuing people are sometimes the same thing, there are inevitably some subtle differences.

The first thing is to find a way to sneak into the "whisper" territory. This thing is surprisingly simple. In other words, no gangster would care about whether there are a few more beggars and homeless people in his territory. In their eyes, this kind of thing is garbage. Pretty much the same thing.

Fire line reconnaissance, or "stepping on the spot"... The most critical thing about this kind of thing is that you can't let the target realize that he is being targeted, let alone look conspicuous. The more you lock the target range, the more low-key you must be to expose yourself. The risk is reduced to a minimum.

In this regard, the military doctor thought he had done a perfect job... Not only did he not leave any clues, he also found out the approximate size of the entire "Whispering" gang in just five days, plus five gang stories second only to the "Whispering" gang. People, three men and two women.

Hmm, quite balanced.

Each of these people has their own territory and tasks they are responsible for - after all, "Whisper" is a guy who is extremely afraid of death, so the work of running the entire gang can only be left to these people, and then create conflicts between them. and disputes over interests to prevent themselves from being sidelined... They are considered a relatively high-end gang among the Clovis gangsters.

A few gangsters who like to show off, a few drunkards who like to brag when they are drunk, and a few weaklings who bully the weak and fear the strong... The military doctor easily figured out the daily activities of these five people, and the level of force around them. The intelligence was detailed. The level is even greater than that of the truth-seeking cultivator that has been struggling for two or three months.

Of course, one was an afterthought and the other was premeditated, so they definitely cannot be compared. However, the military chief still despised the information provided by the inquisitors. He actually didn't even understand how the entire gang operated.

The next thing is a matter of course... How to force "Whisper" to come forward? Of course, that is to kill all five people responsible for the gang's operation. The situation falls into chaos. As the gang leader, "Whisper" has no choice but to show up. .

The chief military doctor boasted that this step was carried out perfectly... well, at least it was perfect at the beginning.

The first is the woman who is responsible for distributing food to the poor and running the so-called "mutual aid societies" and public markets. It is said that she was once the director of a workhouse and was called "little mother" by the poor in the slums.

She was the first target targeted by the military doctor. After all, the target was the biggest, and it was easy to kill her. It didn't take much effort to find her previous work records in the workhouse, and found that this "little mother" had a special His hobby is to drink the last bowl of soup pot in front of the poor people receiving relief food.

Carefully prepared poison, dressed like a beggar, and finding an occasion where the "little mother" personally distributes food, everything will fall into place.

The talker in charge of the smuggling business, whose low-key behavior is almost as different from "whispering" as a "sewer", is the second target of the military doctor.

Speaking of which, the process of killing him was actually an accident. This talker, who is said to be a blood mage, is not only the financial backbone of the "Whisper" gang, but is also responsible for liaison with certain forces. He is very low-key; apart from his status as a gang leader , he actually goes to a car dealership to work as a coachman for renting carriages. Even his subordinates don't know about this.

So just when Hank successfully killed the "little mother" and was about to escape back to the inner city to hide for two days to check the situation, he found that his driver seemed a little abnormal. He took advantage of the other party to enter the streets of the inner city and relaxed his vigilance a little. In an instant, a shotgun blast from the carriage blew his head off.

And then...then Hank found that he had succeeded again.

After killing two bosses in a row, the military doctor, who was so lucky that he didn't believe it, did not dare to run away; one death was not a big deal, but two deaths...if "Whisper" was too cautious and ran away, he would not Is it all in vain?

As an experienced former bounty hunter, the military doctor has his own unique working logic: when the plan starts to go astray and no longer develops as you imagined, the best way is to speed up and leave it to no one - including Yourself – time to understand what is really going on.

So the military doctor quickly locked his new target, the "Smoking Man" who runs an underground casino, the only fighting sect in the "Whisper" gang. His strength should not be underestimated and he is also quite confident. His whereabouts are not even a secret, no matter what It's easy to find people or kill people.

The military doctor, who was equally confident, even had a plan in mind: take the initiative to gamble with the opponent, exchange the intelligence at hand for information about "whispers", and then choose to kill the opponent or run away depending on the situation.

Killing people and digging up information are not the key. The key is to let the fact that "his information is leaked" reach the ears of "Whisper". With his cautious character, he will definitely take action.

Only when he moves can there be a flaw. Only when a flaw appears can he take the next step and create an opportunity for the Commander-in-Chief to encircle and suppress the gang and kill or capture "Whisper" alive.

As long as nothing goes wrong, his mission is accomplished.

So sure enough, something unexpected happened.

"Stand there and don't move, you are already surrounded!"

Panicked shouts came from outside, along with the sounds of pulling the bolt and clicking the hammer... Judging from the messy footsteps, there should be no less than two figures surrounding the place.

All of this... I have to thank my dear colleagues.

Leo, the commander of the 4th Infantry Regiment, probably because he caused too much trouble and was targeted by casinos in the inner city, he actually ran to the outer city to "help" him kill the "smoker" in advance.

The only problem was that he actually informed himself when he was taking action. As a result, the poor military doctor stepped into the casino door with his front foot and heard a loud bang with his back foot, and half of the casino exploded into the sky.

And then? Then the regiment leader relied on his amazing good luck to escape and ran away successfully in full view of everyone, leaving the military doctor who didn't know what happened and thought he was exposed, and was forced to reveal his identity to confirm whether the target was alive or dead. already dead.

Of course, the consequence is that he has become a target that attracts the attention of the gang... But the military doctor seems to have no choice now, he can only bow his head and accept his fate.

"Last warning! Get out, or you will die!"

The warning sound outside the house sounded again. It sounded very panicked, but there was still no real threat... The military doctor smoked a cigarette indifferently and fumbled for something on the body of the "Smoker" that was blown into pieces.

Contact information, personal letters, identification... Such overconfident people will never let these things leave their side. They must carry them with them at all times so that they will not lose their confidence.

As for those outside... they won't rush in until the cigarette is extinguished.

No matter what the reason is, the gang is always the organization with the least so-called unity - the ultimate goal of all gangsters is to kill the boss and competitors so that they can rise to the top, and then do everything possible to expand their power, while staring down in fear. People guard against usurpation of power, and the cycle repeats itself.

"Ah, I finally found it."

The military doctor's eyes lit up as he held an envelope he took out from an unknown body fragment, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Before he could laugh out loud, the dark hall suddenly began to shake violently, and the already tattered ceiling began to sprinkle dust like rain, along with large and small wooden boards and iron nails falling down like raindrops. In the middle of the hall where people roam everywhere.

What followed was thunderous gunshots.

"boom--!!!!"

The messy gun flames tore apart the walls, sending waves of light into the house.

Throwing away the extinguished cigarette butt at the corner of his mouth, the military doctor ran to the second floor of the casino without haste, and watched coldly as the body of the "smoker" was torn apart by raindrops of bullets again, even though it was already torn apart.

Just as he thought, the gangsters outside were more worried that their boss's death was not complete enough than taking revenge.

Normally at this time, I would have escaped a long time ago and hid in a completely safe place to ask my employer for the balance, but now...

"It is because of this uncertainty that I prefer to work alone - things like unity and cooperation are really too difficult for me."

While he couldn't help but grumble and complain, the military doctor silently took out the short-barreled shotgun in his arms, pointing the black muzzle at the darkness behind him with flashes of lightning.

“Bang-bang-bang-bang!!!!”

The thunder falling from above caused the unprepared gangsters to spurt blood and screams one after another.

The more uncertain and chaotic the environment, the more weapons that can cover a larger area at the same time can show amazing power... The military doctor who is skilled in reloading does not even need to aim. Wherever the shouting sound is heard, he will fill it up. gun.

"He's up there, aim up there!"

The shouts, as if they were an afterthought, were very harsh among the screams from the pen suit. The messy footsteps rushed towards the stairs, as if the number of people gave them great courage.

Of course, having more people can make you more courageous, but it also means that it is difficult to control the situation in time if something unexpected happens, such as... when you find a trap.

"Run away! There are grenades tied to the stairs..."

"boom--!!!!"

The moment the fire broke out, the military doctor who jumped from the second floor firmly grasped the smoke and landed in the center of the explosion point.

Thick smoke can hide one's position, so that gangsters who have not yet rushed in from outside dare not act rashly, and buy about thirty seconds to one minute for the next action.

Hmm... The military doctor took out the cigarette case from his pocket again and looked at his pocket watch and nodded casually - there was more than enough time.

Putting on the military coat that he had prepared long ago, he lowered the brim of his three-cornered hat slightly, put his hands in his pockets and leaned behind the already riddled door. The chief military doctor bit his cigarette butt:

"I'll count to ten!"

"You scum outside, if you don't remove the siege outside immediately, prepare to collect the body of the 'Smoker'!"

In an instant, the chaotic footsteps and shouting outside the casino disappeared.

The military doctor hiding in the smoke took a strong puff of the cigarette. The low-quality tobacco mixed with gunpowder smoke poured into his lungs. The hot and exciting feeling made him fearless in the face of danger, and even his original thoughts of complaining disappeared without a trace.

"He's lying!"

Several minutes passed. When the smoke in the casino was almost gone, someone from the gangsters who still dared not move raised an objection: "The smoker boss has been killed. This guy is deliberately defrauding us!"

"Whatever you say, as long as one more person dares to rush in, the smoker will be dead!" Hank still sneered:

"If you don't believe it, you can give it a try. Anyway, you don't plan to keep your boss alive, right?!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

This time the rebuttal voice became angry: "This guy is deliberately trying to frame us. Everyone, listen to me and rush in to avenge the smoker boss!"

"Then give it a try, I won't lose anyway." The military doctor became more and more happy, and finally laughed out loud: "Come on, let me see which scum is so eager to kill the boss and take over!"

"You...get out, maybe we can spare your life!"

"How about you come in first so I can kill the smoker in front of you?"

"Get out!"

"You come in first!"

"You come out!"

"You come in!"

... The chief military doctor grinned from the corner of his mouth to his ears. This group of gangsters was not generally stable. They had already surrounded the entire casino. As long as he walked out, he would be shot into pieces by a hail of bullets.

But thanks to their extraordinary caution, his plan was able to proceed... Listening to the footsteps outside getting closer and closer, Hank didn't even bother to take another look.

After all, no one cares about a bunch of dead people shouting at them.

"Ah...someone is coming!"

"What's going on? How could they..."

"C-could it be..."

Accompanied by a series of exclamations, the gangsters who surrounded the entire casino looked in disbelief at the Clovis Army line infantry that suddenly appeared behind them, fully loaded and lined up.

The carriages carrying soldiers were lined up in a neat row across the middle of the road. The soldiers who jumped out of the vehicles were holding solid wooden horses and sandbags, blocking the alleys on both sides... In the blink of an eye, the entrances and exits around the casino were blocked. They were all sealed. The expressionless soldiers stood behind the sandbags and carriages, pointing their guns at the panicked faces.

Colonel Crown, whose expression was extremely ugly, pushed away the soldiers in front of him and raised his horn at the panicked gangsters:

"No one is allowed to move. Hand over your weapons, release the hostages, and surrender. This is your only way out!"

"I repeat, release the hostages and surrender voluntarily. This is your only way out!"