The Ford car whistled softly as it turned into the street, and the light yellow light slanted across the street on one side, making the trash cans reflect brightly.
The wheels crunched over a newspaper on the ground, and the black vehicle shaped like a square drove past quickly.
In the driver's seat on the right, a young man with a ferocious face was holding a cigarette in his mouth and a pistol between his legs.
He exhaled a puff of smoke and narrowed his eyes slightly. This time the antique transportation mission was more important. Any suspicious person approaching the moving Ford car on the way would be shot dead by the man.
"Um?!"
In the driver's seat, the man's eyes suddenly widened.
The two huge headlights of the Forte project a large circular yellow halo forward, which just illuminates the darkness on the road.
And at some point, a tall figure stood in the middle of the zebra crossing, waiting quietly like a stiff sculpture.
The light of the car lights stretched his shadow diagonally, and as the light approached, the shadow kept moving, changing, and squirming.
"Stupid bird!"
The man stepped on the accelerator and the car accelerated wildly. He picked up the pistol on his thigh and loaded it with a click.
Boom!!!Crash!!!
The man raised his head suddenly and saw a huge black iron fist smashing into pieces of glass, zooming in front of his eyes like a cannonball.
Boom! Bang! Bang...
A head exploded, red and white jets shot out in a fan shape toward the back, and the chair was covered with a layer of sauce.
With a plop, the man fell directly on the driver's seat. There was no head left, because his head was gone. The right hand he was about to raise dropped, and the pistol fell between his legs with a clatter.
"Where are the other two people?"
Cardiff suddenly appeared in the darkness, flicked his arm, and shook away the disgusting ketchup. He took a step, and instantly appeared on the roof behind the Ford car, and stretched out his hand to open the curtain.
There was an open space inside, with no one stationed on either side. On the carriage board was a pile of antiques covered with black cloth.
"Ran?"
Card repair quickly turned his head and glanced behind him. Beka Street was completely empty. Not to mention pedestrians, even the wild cat that was sleeping on the trash can was scared away. He walked back to the front of the car in confusion, opened the door, and turned the
The bodies of the members of the Sand Dust Organization were thrown aside. Then they started the vehicle and drove into a remote trail.
"Buzz buzz..."
A Ford car with a severely damaged front hood stopped.
At the front of the car, a long and deeply sunken depression caused the metal to deform, and the two headlights were slightly skewed.
Click.
The driver's door opened, and Cardiff walked down quickly. He took a look at his strong right leg. The muscles and skin were intact, but the pants from the knee to the leg were in shreds.
"I have to buy another pair of casual pants tomorrow..."
Ka Xiu thought this in his mind, and then turned off the car lights.
The whole person opened the curtain and entered the roof of the Ford carport.
Turning on a small flashlight, he lifted off all the black cloth covering the antique. Suddenly, there was a bitter taste in his mouth.
Ka Xiu's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but smile. He stretched out his hand and quickly touched the antiques.
Soon, Ka Xiu found what he wanted. There were three items in total, a large brass wall clock, a landscape painting, and a small porcelain bottle. The cold air was sucked into his arm inch by inch, spreading to Ka Xiu like steam.
In the body of cultivation.
In the upper right corner, the number of words starts to jump.
"Obsession energy: 0.8→0.9→1.0..."
Although it was slow, the upward momentum was very firm. When Ka Xiu's arms were stiff from the cold, the beating of the obsessional energy stopped. Ka Xiu looked at the upper right corner again.
"Obsession energy: 2.4"
I suddenly added 1.6! I felt so comfortable.
If Cardiff remembers correctly, before the second retracement, his obsession energy was 2.3, and now it is 0.1 more than that. It may be enough energy for the third retracement, of course there is a certain amount
The probability is not yet possible.
But thinking about it, after the current wave of growth, it is not far away from that number. Cardius speculated that the energy required for the third backtracking is most likely between 2.0 and 2.5.
It can't be more than two and a half, that would be too much.
Slowly exhaling, Card Xiu glanced at the many antiques on the roof, and suddenly he felt something was wrong. Where is the pocket watch? Isn't it inside? He immediately took out the antique booklet from his arms, and Ka Xiu looked at it while comparing it with the antiques on the roof.
antique.
Immediately he discovered that at least half of the antiques were missing. This Ford car was transporting only half of the antiques.
Based on the information obtained before, there were a total of three people from the Sand Dust Organization escorting the antiques, but now there was only one.
Could it be that he killed the leader of the Black Fire Gang yesterday to alert others, causing the Sand Dust Organization to temporarily change their plans?
Ka Xiu frowned deeply. He is not a person who is good at delving into the relationship between events. He is better at solving problems roughly.
Immediately, a word popped out of my mind.
"The Blackfire Gang."
The Black Fire Gang has been secretly conquered by the Sand Organization. If there are changes in the Sand Organization, there should be a high probability that the Black Fire Gang will be notified. Even if the Black Fire Gang is the only one controlled by the Sand Organization in Shirakawa City
of underground forces.
I'm afraid the other half of the antiques will also be with the Blackfire Gang.
Baichuan City is obviously the territory of Ace of Spades, and the Sand Dust Organization does not dare to send organization members in on a large scale, as they may be discovered. Therefore, the Black Fire Gang has become their white glove. No, maybe it should be
It's called the Black Glove.
"do you want to go?"
As soon as this idea arose in Ka Xiu's mind, he immediately gave it up. There was no reason for a duck that had already reached its mouth to fly away.
The two blood-accelerated realms gave Cardiff unparalleled confidence. Dodging bullets with his speed and reaction ability was just a common occurrence. Even carrying bullets was not impossible, as long as it was not a heavy-fire machine gun, it would not be a problem.
An opportunity to gain a lot of obsessional energy is right in front of him. If Card Xiu misses it tonight, he may not be able to sleep.
"The Black Fire Gang's territory is in the West District, and their most famous shop is the **ka striptease club, No. 17 Mingguang Street..."
He murmured to himself, naturally it was not because he had been there, but because this ** card strip club was very famous. Many male instructors in the Gray Seal Martial Arts Hall would discuss it while changing clothes, and they would often talk excitedly with saliva flying around, and there was still something on their faces.
Showing a lustful smile.
At that moment, I looked very much like the old Mike at the front desk.
"Mingguang Street is not far from here, probably just over three streets. It seems that I may be very busy tonight..."
Cardiff got out of the Ford car and walked to the driver's seat. He took the black pistol from the rug, then closed the door and left quickly.
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"Wow!"
"Ho ho ho!"
"Twist me harder! You will be rewarded!"
“Hahaha, it’s still comfortable here!”
In a slightly dim hall, excited shouts came one after another, and the air was filled with the smell of hormones.
In the center of the rotunda, a "⊥"-shaped dark red stage was shrouded in the only light. Six or seven evenly arranged silver steel pipes were inserted on the stage, and five strippers with hot bodies were twisting like snakes.
With a beautiful body.
Under the dim yellow light, the candied and moist light copper-colored skin attracted the attention of all the old women. Their eyes were fixed on the key parts, and their hearts were shouting crazily to take it off quickly.
And every time a piece of clothing was taken off, there would be a lot of cheers from below. There were also customers who were not short of money throwing money in their hands, which was a reward for the strippers.
Guests came in and out of the entire underground rotunda, and the number of people was always more than a hundred people. There is also a bar on one side of the rotunda, where thirsty guests can order some alcoholic drinks. The sales volume is not even worse than that of the bar.
.
Moreover, the prices of drinks at the bar are much more expensive.
However, how can the little brothers who are already excited about watching the striptease care about the two or three extra red Lebanese federal coins? The ** Card Club has the highest quality strippers, and the sexy girls are harvesting money
weapon.
At the entrance, a man with oily hair and a black vest walked in. He was about 1.8 meters tall, and his two exposed arms had strong muscles. There was a black tattoo on his upper arm, with a flame symbol in it.
As soon as the man walked in, he stared at the stripper dancing on the table, whistled, and walked towards the bar.
"Hey, Rona is here."
Several gang members who were sitting on black chairs and drinking looked over and raised their glasses with a smile.
"Drink! Drink!"
As soon as Rona came over, he patted the table eagerly.
He is an old drunkard.
"What do you want today? Blue blood, Persian cat or lemon sunrise?" The bartender in a black vest came over and wiped the glass with a white cloth as he spoke.
Naturally, he was talking about some types of cocktails.
"No, give me a glass of Berninde Flame!"
Rona handed over a large denomination note.
"Hey, you're a kid who specializes in picking out expensive wool! I really have it for you, Rona." A gang member next to him took a sip of wine.
**Card Strip Club is an industry under the control of the Black Fire Gang, and all Black Fire Gang members can enjoy half the cost of drinks here.
Of course, you can’t drink too much, the limit is five drinks a day.
The Boninde Flame is one of the most expensive cocktails at the bar. It is very strong, ferocious and has a lot of stamina, but it is delicious.
"You don't care about me." Rona sat down on the chair.
Then several gang members started drinking happily.
"Ho ho ho! Well done!!!"
The whole striptease hall was in a state of excitement. It turned out that several of the dancers above had taken off their clothes and their bodies were completely exposed.
It immediately aroused a large number of applause and rewards below.
Rona looked at the stage and whistled, then stood up and said: "I drank a little too much, I'm going to the toilet."
"I see you are excited and want to masturbate!"
"Hahaha……"
Several gang members nearby burst into laughter.
"Go, go, I'm shooting with a cannon, you're the one with the pistol." Rona burped and walked towards the toilet.
After twists and turns, he finally came to a restroom. The smell of urine and alcohol inside was mixed, and there was also a sour smell of vomiting. It seemed that the sales volume of drinks at the club bar was indeed high.
Rona complained and came to the urinal.
Not long after he peed, a series of heavy footsteps came from outside. Immediately afterwards, a tall figure stood quietly next to him. Rona turned his head and glanced, and his first reaction was that he was so tall. This man was almost close to him.
It’s almost ninety.
The muscles on my body are also as strong as if I had practiced bodybuilding.
Rona sniffed. He seemed to smell the smell of blood. But the other smells were too strong and not very obvious.
After a while, Rona shook and zipped up.
Suddenly a deep voice came from the side.
"Have you peed yet?"
"Huh?" Rona turned his head in confusion and confusion.
A black gun barrel was pointed at his head.
"!!!"
At the bar, several gang members were still drinking and chatting. One person said: "Why hasn't that drunk Rona come back yet? Could it be that he was too drunk and fell into the urinal?"
"Maybe you're still masturbating in Shassha?"
"Hahaha……"
There is a happy atmosphere in the air.
If Rona were still here, he would definitely have a bitter look on his face. When he went to the toilet, he was jerking off. He was clearly being jerked off by someone else.
The moment the gun barrel was pointed at Rona, he had no choice.
You can only follow the other person out of the toilet and leave through another passage of the strip club pretending to be arm in arm.
Under the moonlight, in the dark narrow alley.
"I'm asking you an answer, do you understand?"
"Listen...I understand."
"If I see that you are lying to me, I will not hesitate to pull the trigger. So please cherish your life, understand?"
"I understand, I understand!"
"Okay, then the first question is. Where is the headquarters of the Black Fire Gang? Tell me the specific address and area..."
"..."
Five minutes later, Cardiff got what he wanted.
Sometimes guns are indeed more effective than fists. At least for ordinary people who don't know the situation, a black gun pointed at your head is much scarier than someone threatening you with fists.
"No. 36 Phelan Street..." Ka Xiu muttered to himself.
"Yes...yes..." Rona's head was pounding like chaff: "I have told you everything I know, please don't shoot!"
"Of course." Ka Xiu glanced at Rona coldly, then stuffed the pistol into his waistband and stood silently.
Rona breathed a sigh of relief and just took two steps forward.
Click!
Under the moonlight, Rona's head instantly rotated 180 degrees, and when he was about to fall down, he was held up by a big hand.
Ka Xiu had no intention of shooting in the first place. The blood splattering was too dirty, so it would be easier and more convenient to kill someone by twisting his neck.
In addition, the most untrustworthy people in this world are gangs. You can't expect these dirty rats in the sewers to talk about the spirit of contract, especially this kind of low-level gang.
Cardiff won't talk to them about morality or anything like that.
That's useless, they can only understand the fist pistol!
After disposing of Rona's body, Ka Xiu's goal was quite clear: the headquarters of the Black Fire Gang! With Ka Xiu's current skills, a group of small gangs couldn't stop him. It would be great if someone from the Sand Organization was present, he
I would like to test the confidence of this emerging organization that is constantly causing trouble in Beiliu County.