Super Doctor of the Universe

Rav Damico reorganized the family business and controlled a large number of dealers in New York, but he could not cover the underground world in New York with one hand. There are still a large number of underground gangs in New York who do not care about him or even oppose him.

Of course, Link's target must be related to Rav Damico. After all, he came to the headquarters of this gang this time to inquire about some news about Damico's business.

New York is an international metropolis, and it is also inevitable that there are a large number of extremely poor residents. The headquarters of this gang is in a settlement of poor people.

Link walked into the alley for dozens of meters, and heads quietly popped out from the front, behind, on the buildings and in the windows. Four or five young people also walked out on the road in front of him.

These young people looked unruly and disheveled. The leader was even shirtless, but Link saw that almost all of them had guns. No one said anything, but just surrounded him silently, as if waiting for him to speak.

Link smiled slightly: "I want to find out some information."

The leading young man looked at him: "We are not the police."

"I know, that's why I came to you."

Link had already put on some makeup at this time, sunglasses and a big beard, which made him look less young, but his temperament was still completely different from these people.

He slowly pulled out a stack of green banknotes from the small backpack behind him and threw it over: "This is the deposit. Whether you can help me or not, this money is yours."

The eyes of a group of people around him turned green with the banknotes.

The people here are much more sensitive to banknotes than ordinary people. Several people who saw the denominations clearly couldn't help swallowing their saliva. What can be seen on it is a 100-denomination US dollar bill. If Link didn't play tricks, this is 10,000 US dollars.

The young man subconsciously caught the stack of US dollars, quickly stroked it with his thumb and index finger, and confirmed that it was not a counterfeit bill, and the bills inside were all 100 denominations, and his face became hesitant.

"Wait a minute." He said, holding the stack of US dollars and entering the house next door.

Link was not in a hurry, and his expression was calm.

The people around him who were staring at him were all surprised. Being surrounded by dozens of gunmen, he could still be so calm. He was either crazy or confident.

In less than five minutes, the young man appeared from another roof and gestured to the people below: "Bring him up."

The heads of the people around him quietly disappeared into the houses next to him. Only two young men pointed guns at him. One led the way, and the other took his backpack and motioned him to follow the people in front.

Link didn't care. There was nothing in the small backpack, and he was wearing short-sleeved shirts and shorts. It can be said that such an outfit can't hide guns at all.

But who said that you must bring a gun to kill people, and who said that you must use your own gun?

Soon Link was brought to a middle-aged man with various patterns tattooed on his half body. Behind him were two strong men holding rifles. The two young men who escorted Link stood behind Link, also holding guns in their hands.

The tattooed middle-aged man asked unceremoniously: "What do you want?"

Link: "Find out some information."

"News about Raff Damico."

The tattooed middle-aged man raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes: "Which Damico are you talking about?"

"Are there two Damico families in the underground organization in New York?"

"Hahaha..."

After hearing Link's question, the tattooed middle-aged man laughed directly. After a long while, he said: "Where did you come from, idiot? It seems that you are tired of living."

After saying this, he stood up suddenly with an m1911 pistol in his hand: "Now, hand over your money, credit card, and password."

Link raised his eyebrows: "You have money but you have to rob it. The underground organization in New York is getting more and more impolite now!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward, and the two strong men beside the tattooed middle-aged man shot without hesitation. The moment they pulled the trigger, Link's figure suddenly moved sideways, passing between the tattooed middle-aged man and a strong man and behind them.

Link grabbed the pistol from the tattooed middle-aged man. With two gunshots, the two strong men's gun-holding hands turned halfway and then fell down, with a hole on each of their heads.

Link then raised the muzzle of the gun in his hand and sighed: "Isn't it good to make money? Why do you have to fight and kill?"

The tattooed middle-aged man felt the hair on the back of his head being burned by the hot muzzle of the gun, but he didn't dare to move, just said: "Yes, we can talk, we can talk."

As he said this, he winked at the two people opposite him and suddenly rushed to the side.

The two young men opposite raised their guns at the same time, and with two gunshots of "bang! bang!", a hole appeared in the middle of the two men's foreheads.

Only then did Link move the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger again, and immediately shot the tattooed middle-aged man who had just rushed to the side in the thigh, causing him to scream and cover his legs and roll on the ground.

At this time, Link said: "You are a smart person, but you do stupid things."

As he said that, Link raised the gun again, and with a "bang", the tattooed middle-aged man screamed even louder, but was shot in the knee by Link again.

The tattooed middle-aged man was sweating all over, groaning in pain, but he did not forget to beg for mercy: "Let me go, let me go, I will give you whatever you want."

Link shook his head and sighed: "You are indeed an idiot. Didn't I already say what I want?"

After saying that, with another gunshot, the tattooed middle-aged man screamed again, but the knee of the other leg was also shattered.

Link stepped on him, found a magazine on him and replaced it: "Guess where I am going to aim next?"

At this point, Link pulled the trigger again.

Bang bang!

The two men who rushed in from the door with guns fell on their backs, and they were also shot between the eyebrows.

The tattooed middle-aged man had no luck at this moment and shouted in pain: "I said, I said. What do you want to know?"

Link shook his head helplessly: "The location of Raff D'Amico's lair, where he usually hides his goods, how many subordinates he has, etc. I know you are cooperating with him, so you should know something!"

The tattooed middle-aged man didn't hesitate at all: "I said, but I don't know much."

"Tell me everything you know!" Link said this, and at the same time he pulled the trigger again, followed by two screams, and then there was a sound of human bodies rolling, but the two people who had quietly touched him were beaten. Gotta roll down the stairs.

The tattooed middle-aged man looked at Link and felt chills in his heart. Every move of the man in front of him was too relaxed and comfortable. He was definitely a professional!

He didn't dare to hesitate at this time, and vomited all the news about Rafe's gang in a few words, but he didn't know too much, and Link needed to find other clues.

This was enough. Link knew that the other party could not know more, so he raised his hand and raised his gun: "I will give you a piece of advice, be a good person in the next life."

The tattooed middle-aged man prayed: "No..."

After a loud gunshot, Link casually grabbed the guns from the two strong men, and then found the 10,000-dollar knife from the dead tattooed middle-aged man. Then he pulled the trigger, and two screams rang out outside the house. , two more gangsters who were approaching were beaten and fell.

Then there was a burst of panicked gunfire. A moment later, someone outside was shouting: "Where is the man? Where has he gone?"

"I didn't see it, I couldn't find it..."

"Go and see the boss quickly..."

"Boss, boss is dead, ah! They are all dead..."