Super Detective in the Fictional World

Owen's ancestors only spent some time in the Clinton area many years ago, when they successfully turned this place into a **** among the population of New York.

Today, Jin has begun to integrate the dark side of New York. The business has extended from the earliest drug sales to the long-term industrial chain of smuggling, stolen goods, special services, bars and nightclubs, and high-end hotels.

What's more terrible is that this guy also extended his tentacles to big cities across the country, tying up vertical and horizontal, grabbing and eating while drawing together, increasing market share, and controlling market prices to obtain greater profits.

They aren't crazy yet, and they don't want to oppose the big guys who have become the overlord.

Boss Irving went crazy, not paying any attention to the sudden silence of his men, and still talking about how to get back the glory of the former family.

Several men were on the side, and they couldn't help communicating with each other with their eyes, they seemed to understand what the other party was thinking.

Maybe, in a few days, I can think about this boss position under Irving's ass?

Dead people cannot be their boss.

The boss of Irving was so ambitious that he could not live forever. Several of his men flirted with their eyes and waited for the boss to return to the west, and the door was knocked suddenly.

The thick iron door beeps three times and then stops.

The two gangsters guarding the gate raised their guns vigilantly. This rhythm was not a sign of guards outside.

After a short pause, the door knocked again three times.

It's not that slow or slow, and the pace is moderate, just as polite as a polite person going to a stranger's house to ask for directions.

Owen waved his hand, signaled that the guards in the hall all took their guns, raised their vigilance and were ready to fire at any time.

Seeing that his men were ready, he made a gesture to the gangsters at the door and asked him to open a small window on the door to observe who was coming.

A gangster moved his face forward, but saw that the guard outside stood with a serious face behind a man wearing a hat and a black trench coat, and the gun in his hand was also aimed at the man.

The man in black only had his lower part of his face in his eyes, and under the shadow of his hat, he could only see that the corners of his mouth were raised like the two mustaches, and seemed to be smiling happily.

The gangster froze and asked, "Fermi, who is he?"

The gangster Fermi outside the door sternly said: "Dirk, he said he was a big customer and wanted to talk to the boss in person."

The gangster Dirk inside the door: "How do you let him knock on the door?"

Fermi was still stern. "He said it would be more polite."

Dirk frowned. "Have you searched him?"

Fermi raised his empty hand and showed a stack of thick hundred-dollar bills: "Only this, he said it was a deposit."

Dirk turned his head and looked at Boss Owen: "Someone said he wanted to buy something, and Fermi searched him, only a pile of cash."

Dirk in the small window was of course invisible, and Fermi's forehead had a fine layer of sweat beads outside the door.

Behind him was Selina who started the optical camouflage, holding his clothes in one hand and the muzzle of the anesthesia gun on the other hand facing his back.

Owen also faintly heard the conversation at the door, hesitated, and waved at the armed gangster.

The gangsters spread out slightly, the muzzle in their hands dropped, but they did not put away.

Dirk at the door opened the iron door and stepped back slightly, the muzzle in his hand pointed at the man in black.

The man in black didn't panic, walked into the iron gate without hesitation, and nodded slightly to Dirk beside him, "Thank you."

Dirk frowned suddenly: this is actually an authentic London accent! Did this guy come to death?

When thinking in this way, the man in black had already passed by him, stepped forward to the women who had packed the goods, and seemed to be looking at those goods.

Owen was immediately dissatisfied: "Who are you? What are you doing?"

Instead of answering his words, the man in black said, "The dark night gave me black eyes. I didn't use it to look for light, but looked down at you little mice in the sewer. Life is really hard."

It's still the authentic London accent, speaking with a little poetic rhythm.

Owen: "... well, when I dig out your eyes, then you will get black eyes, and your second life will be more difficult."

Recently, the spirit is obviously agitated, and Irving is becoming more and more unable to control his emotions. Where is the time and this guy's nonsense.

Moreover, this guy dared to run to their old nest alone in the middle of the night and speak in a London accent, so whether he was neurotic or not, he had to die.

Because these people, Irving, are Irish.

Everyone in the Clinton area knows that they are an Irish gang.

A cruel smile appeared on Irving's face, and he waved his hands to both hands and interrupted the guy's hands.

I do n’t want a gun, I do n’t want to be cheap, this **** brit, Owen has to torture him slowly.

The two gangsters grabbed two crowbars at will, approached them with a step with pressure, the crowbars rounded in their hands, and slammed into the man in black.

On Luke's lens, seeing Selina slipping in silently through the gate, it also meant that a scourge could begin: "Violence can also be used to do good things."

While talking, he crossed his hands and pulled out two thirty-centimeter-long matte knives around his waist under his cloak.

The blurry shadows flickered in the air, and the two gangsters felt their hands were cold, and the crowbar flew out uncontrollably.

The next moment, they screamed, and two tiny red lines appeared on the wrists of each of their hands. After a while, blood dipped from the red lines.

"Shoot and kill him." Irving, the gang boss who had been in the Clinton area for many years, was experienced and swift, and he shouted directly.

Poppy poppy!

A series of gunfire sounded in the hands of everyone.

But just now the body of the black man surrounded by them in the center of the field fluttered. The whole person moved out more than ten meters, and the knife in his hand waved again.

Another gunman yanked his hands and screamed.

"In the face of bad people, we must use extreme methods of violence ..."

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The black matt knife wiped a gangster's hands again, even if the man backed up again and again, trying to hide behind his companion.

As a result, Luke swept past him, waved his hand, and the companion's companion drooped with his hands, screaming.

"We need to step up without fear of power ..."

In the words, two matt knives came out, and two gangsters with rifles fired through their right shoulders and screamed at the guns.

"Struggling to eradicate evil and uphold justice ..." Luke tapped continuously at the feet, like a ghost without quality, turning back and forth in the air, his hands crossed into the waist next time, and two matt knives appeared in his hands .

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