Bali Street, noon on the third day after the shooting.
"Fake, the witch is really murderous! The walls have exploded, and I don't know if anyone still lives in this house."
Moses, who had dreadlocks, stood at the window, looking at Harley's messy apartment and yelling.
The middle-aged man in a suit and tie in the lobby blew out a smoke ring and said calmly: "Stop talking nonsense and get down to business!"
Alvin, a young white man with blue tattoos on his neck and wrist, pulled away his dreadlocks Moses and asked the man in the suit with a smile: "Boss Kitto, do you want to come with us?"
The man in a suit glanced left and right at the corridors on both sides. There were several people standing against the wall smoking and chatting in the corridor. Several residents had their doors open. It was noisy and people were coming and going. There was a sense of vitality in the city life.
"Hey, you guys, as for you, go home, close the door and stay there." He shouted to the people in the corridor.
They stopped talking and the corridor became much quieter.
But they didn't move, they just looked at him with blank expressions.
"Fake, the GCPD anti-narcotics team is on duty, get out of here!" Kitto, a man in a suit, drew his gun and gestured left and right.
"Bang bang bang..." The idlers ran away like rabbits, the iron doors of each house were closed tightly, and the whole building became completely quiet.
Kitto gave the two younger brothers an impatient look and said, "Get him done quickly!"
"OK!" Moses and Alvin took out their guns at the same time and came to the door of the house opposite the chapel with serious expressions.
The two of them did not stand carelessly in front of the door, but carefully leaned against the wall left and right, holding their pistols tightly.
"Hans, Trulon Hans!" cried Moses.
"Bang~bang~~ding-ding-dong!" Two gunshots rang out, leaving two holes as big as wine glasses in the inner wooden door, and sparks splashing on the outer anti-theft iron door.
"Boss Moses, Boss Alvin, I swear, I really didn't lie. It was the witch Harley. She broke into my house and stole the goods." The man in the room shouted desperately.
"Fuck, you shot me, and you didn't lie." Moses stretched out his arm in front of the door.
“Bang, bang, bang – click!”
After only shooting one round of bullets, he was still not satisfied, so he replaced another magazine and shot it empty again.
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo of of of little girls and babies could be heard in the room.
Alvin raised his hand to stop his brother, his tone was gentle but very powerful.
"Hans, you know the rules, hand over the goods, and you will be the only one in your family to die."
"Fuck-bang, Fuck-bang!" the man in the room cursed and fired, causing two more bullet holes in the door.
"I told you that it was the witch who stole the goods. She also took away two shotguns and a large box of bullets from Jason's house. Everyone knows, why don't you believe me!" The man's voice was filled with tears.
"Fake, do you think we are so easy to fool? The witch took away the shotgun because when she broke into Jason's house, Jason's wife subconsciously pointed the gun at her. Why did she come to your house to steal some noodles?"
Well, the Jason's is the house at the end of the corridor.
Harley forced her way into his house that day and escaped from the GCPD's first cordon through the bedroom window.
This is Gotham, and every household has a gun. At that time, Jason's wife subconsciously took out the gun.
Harley was wearing glasses and a mask, but Jason's wife didn't recognize her. When she learned it was Sister Diana, she put the gun away again.
But Harley was afraid that she would shoot him behind the back, so he still took her hand away.
"The witch is flying, it's shown on TV, she even sucks detergent, and snatches my Du Ping before leaving, it's normal!" Hans argued in the room.
"Fake! If it's over, I have a date in the evening!"
Detective Kitto, who was waiting outside, was irritated by the nagging of several people and yelled: "Are you the GCPD? Are you still investigating a case?!"
"BOSS, he has a gun." Moses couldn't help but argue.
"You have two guns! You can't even deal with a piece of trash, what else do I want from you?" Kitto said coldly.
Moses and Alvin looked at each other, took a sharp breath, and walked to the door together. Moses kicked the door and Alvin fired.
"Boom - bang bang bang!"
Bullets were flying like raindrops, and a howl of pain appeared almost simultaneously inside and outside the house.
Ivan's elbow holding the gun was shot, and Hans inside seemed to have been shot as well.
However, the door was also kicked open.
"Fake!" Moses rushed into the room with red eyes. After a burst of banging, the crying of women and babies stopped first, followed by the painful pleading of men.
"Dengdengdeng..." At this time, an unexpected appearance appeared. A teenage girl with a watermelon head somehow escaped Moses' search and rushed out like crazy, crying and running outside the building.
Ivan's arm was injured and his face was pale. He leaned against the wall to stop the bleeding and was unable to react for a while.
But Kitto was standing in the hall, so Moses didn't even look back.
The detective immediately drew his gun and took aim, but hesitated for a moment but did not fire.
"Ah!" The girl was like a frightened deer, turning around and running randomly into the corridor.
"Don't pretend to be dead here, go and kill her." Kito stepped forward and kicked Alvin, cursing and urging.
——Why did you shoot? Are you too brave, or are you afraid of leaving clues?
Ai Wen cursed in his heart, but a smile appeared on his face, he held the gun in his left hand and chased after him crookedly.
“Bang bang bang—” the girl ran to the end of the corridor, banged the door wildly, and whimpered, “Help me, please, open the door quickly, Mrs. Jason.”
Well, the girl was very smart, and in such a short period of time she actually thought of retracing Witch Harley's escape route that day.
“Bang——” There was a loud noise, it was a powerful shotgun.
The girl was like a rag doll that had been kicked away. She flew two meters upside down and hung on the opposite wall, even making a crisp sound.
"Plop!" She fell from the wall and could not say another word.
"What the **?" Kitto quickly retracted his body into the hall to avoid attacks from the corridor.
Alvin also hid in the door of a house in fear, pressing his body against the door.
"Hey, Boss Alvin, don't get excited, it's me, old Jason who often buys goods from you." Jason also shrank at the door of his house and said flatteringly.
The corridor was empty except for a small figure lying in front of Jason's door, with blood as bright as roses flowing under his body.
The screams from her father continued.
"Fake, Jason what are you doing?" Ivan breathed a sigh of relief, but still didn't show his body.
"Boss Aiwen, I have seen and heard it before. You are injured. Boss Kito is not allowed to use guns in public places.
As for me, I am an honest and honest enthusiastic person, and I am happy to serve you." Jason said sweetly.
"What do you want? Up to 50 US dollars." Ivan felt relieved, put away his gun and walked out.
"No, I don't want money. It's my honor to serve these bosses." Jason also came out with his wife's sanitary napkin and helped Alvin press the wound with a smile.
"It's just that Hans has declined. Boss Aiwen should also look for a new seller, right? I recommended myself."
Having said this, he puffed up his chest and said with a smile on his face: "I have lived in this neighborhood all my life. I am an old Gothamite. I am familiar with every street and every person in need."
"Bang!" A dull gunshot sounded from Hans' house, and then Moses was seen walking out holding a wet plastic bag.
There was a lot of splattered blood on his hands and clothes.
"Farke, that bastard Hans is so cunning, he actually thought of hiding the goods in the milk carton."
"How many are left?" Kitto asked with a frown.
"It's less than half. I probably used it myself and the amount of money doesn't match it."
Moses took out a stack of green bills from his pocket and handed it to Kitto who was walking towards him.
Kito did not answer, but scolded: "Are you a newbie? You don't even understand these rules?"
Moses was stunned for a moment before he remembered that Kitto was the steward, not the treasurer.
"Boss Kitto, I'm sorry, I'm not a newbie, but I did just take over this position, and I forgot that the payment must be handed over to Boss Fowler." Moses slapped himself twice honestly.
"Boss Kitto, Jason wants to help us." Ivan helped his brother out in time.
"This is your job, I am only responsible for managing you." Kitto said calmly.
"The location of Jason's house is too remote." Moses frowned.
Jason immediately patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, bosses, I will use my connections to find a way to rent the apartment left by the witch."
Without even looking at him, Kito stepped out and said as he walked: "You ask the body collector to take care of this place. I have to leave first."
Moses looked at his leaving figure and sneered: "This idiot scolded me as a newcomer for not knowing the rules, yet he asked the body collector to dispose of the body.
It costs a few hundred dollars to call a corpse collector, who pays for it?"
"In the past few days, not only Boss Bolton was shot in the head by the Witch, but too many elite members of the GCPD were killed and injured, and Boss Kitto was also just roped in.
But he is always our boss, and we must not forget this." Ivan frowned.
"I understand." Moses nodded and turned to Jason who was smiling, "Remember to call the police station later and ask the GCPD to collect the body.
The public resources of the municipal government are not used and are left to waste?"
...
At night, another old apartment building on Bali Street.
A brightly painted Ford Mustang slowly drove into the underground parking lot.
Moses, who was sitting in the driver's seat, turned to his brother beside him and asked with concern: "I just asked the doctor to remove the bullet, and you stayed with me to collect the bills all afternoon. Is that really okay?"
Otherwise, you can stay at home and rest tomorrow.
The matter of collecting payment for bulk goods is very simple and I can handle it by myself."
"What if we meet another Hans again? Can you handle it alone?" Ivan shook his head.
"Well, when I was a younger brother earlier, I only envied James and Davis for their majesty and wealth (ps: the two 'Iversons' who were beaten to death by Harley in the alley). It was our turn to take over, and we discovered this
It’s also a hard job.” Moses sighed with emotion.
Looking out the window at the rows of old low-end cars, Alvin patted the leather seats and said with a smile: "Earlier we could only squat on the street, rub our hands around the brazier, and look at the people passing by like idiots.
Luxury cars drool.
Now if you look at those people on the street, who is not staring at your Ford Mustang with envy?
This Gotham is both hell and heaven. Let's at least take the stairs out of hell now. It would be too hypocritical to complain that climbing stairs is too tiring."
"That makes so much sense." As soon as the car stopped, a dark figure came over and leaned against the car window and said with a smile.
"Devil, devil...witch!" Moses looked at the flowery smile by the window, his voice was dry, and the sweat on his forehead was visibly seeping out.
"Sister Harley, we haven't offended you, have we?" Ivan's face turned even whiter.