There is a place covering an area of more than 200 acres in the northwest corner of the Stanford area in Los Angeles. It is surrounded by high courtyard walls with barbed wire fences on them. The black gates have been closed for many years. The entire courtyard exudes an eerie atmosphere.
No ordinary residents dare to go near this place, secretly calling it the Ghost Domain, and this is the headquarters of the Blue Devils.
There are various buildings of different heights in the headquarters courtyard. Two of the buildings with colored steel roofs are drug processing plants. They produce large amounts of high-purity heroin every day and ship them to all parts of the country. This is clearly a treasure trove, creating huge amounts of money for the Blue Devils organization.
Wealth makes it one of the richest gangs in country M.
In the middle of the courtyard stands an ancient castle. It is said to be the residence of a certain earl. The descendants were killed by Hall Kexinde. They snatched the castle away, drove away the surrounding residents, and built high walls.
, enclosing this large area of land.
The castle is not only rough in appearance, but also full of original flavor inside. The ground is paved with square stones, and the heads of bull elk with huge horns and crossed antique shotguns are hung on the walls.
Hall Kexinde, the leader of the Blue Devils organization, stood on the ground with a livid face and roared like crazy, "Who on earth killed Wales? I will cut him into pieces..."
This terrifying gang boss is in his fifties, with an ugly face and an angry look in his eagle eyes.
Opposite this guy stood more than twenty big men, all of whom were senior leaders of the Blue Devil organization. Six of them were devil generals, namely Chris, Manteju, Moore, Nelson, Addison, and Adonis. These six
They are all extremely powerful desperadoes who have made great contributions to the organization.
There were also eighteen people from the Demon School, standing behind the six Demon Generals. Their faces were solemn and they didn't even dare to express their anger.
Chris said: "It is still unclear who killed the young master. However, a survivor said that it was a police armed helicopter. He had written down the number. I checked on the Internet and found out that helicopter
Affiliated to the New York Police Department. Also, on the night of the incident, the young master kidnapped the top five in the Miss World beauty pageant and died after returning to Los Angeles. The five Miss Worlds were also rescued. I want the young master to die
It’s probably related to this.”
Kixinde said angrily: "The helicopters of the New York Police Department and these bastards dared to touch my head. I will kill them with blood..."
Chris hurriedly said: "Chief, these are extraordinary times. Tachel and M Guohuamen are pressing forward step by step and have captured nearly one-third of our territory. The situation is not optimistic. If there is another bloodbath in the New York Police Department, everything will be lost."
Once you are attacked by the police, it will make things worse, so I kindly ask you to postpone your actions."
Another demon general Manteqiu said: "Chief, even if the armed helicopter belongs to the New York Police Department, it remains to be investigated who the murderer is. Maybe there is someone else who is the real murderer. I think it should be from the five Miss Worlds.
Find a breakthrough in the body, investigate the murderer, and then take the next step."
Ji Xinde nodded and said: "What you said makes sense, okay, let's do this. I want to choose someone to go to New York, find the five Miss Worlds, interrogate the real culprit's whereabouts, and then kill them." He looked at them.
He scanned the faces of a group of demon schools, and finally landed on the face of the man who was missing an ear, and said: "Hebrew, please take someone to New York. I think you can complete this task."
The one-eared man gave a military salute and said: "I will not betray the trust of the leader." He turned around and walked out... Late at night, Ximenlang, who was far away in New York, was awakened by the sound of music on his mobile phone. He sat up and grabbed the bedside table.
He picked up the phone, looked at the number on the screen, and then answered the call, saying, "Mu Teng, what's the matter?"
The voice of Mu Teng, the head of the dark group in country M, came from the phone, "Brother Lang, the Blue Devils organization has sent people to New York. The leader is a magic school called Hebrew, and with him are more than thirty Blue Devils.
Jingying, please send someone to pick you up on flight 145."
Ximen Lang said with a smile: "That's good news, Mu Teng, you guys have done a good job. Since there are guests coming, I will entertain them well and show my kindness as a landlord."
Mu Teng smiled and said: "I think so too. We must not forget the tradition of hospitality of our Z people."
"Okay, that's it. Let me know if you have any news."
"clear."
After ending the call, Ximenlang dialed Morgan's phone number again, put the phone to his ear and waited patiently.
In the CEO's office, Morgan was having a heated exchange with the female secretary. When he heard the ringtone of his cell phone, he showed an impatient look on his face. However, he subconsciously glanced at the cell phone screen. When he saw the familiar number, he hurriedly ended the fight and grabbed
He picked up the phone and said breathlessly: "Ximen, what's the matter?"
As soon as Ximenlang heard his voice, he knew what the other person was doing just now, and said with a smile: "Morgan, I'm sorry to disturb your enjoyment. However, the matter is urgent, so I have to call you."
"It's okay, just tell me, what's wrong?"
"The Blue Devils organization has sent people to New York."
Morgan was startled and asked quickly: "Are these guys here for revenge?"
"About that. They seem to be here to investigate the real culprits who killed Wales. They haven't even gotten off the plane yet. In my opinion, the safest way is for us to arrest them at the airport."
"Good idea, let's go there quickly."
Ximenlang said: "What I mean is that you ask your men to put on police uniforms and arrest them. In that case, they can legitimately enter the airport with guns. Originally, I wanted to send my men to come, but unfortunately, my men are all Chinese.
Face, it is impossible for the New York Police Department to have so many Chinese police officers, it is easy for them to get involved. So, you can only use your people."
Morgan said: "It doesn't matter. What difference do we have between you and me? My people are your people, and you can send them as you like. Tell me, how many people should I send?"
"There are more than 30 people on the other side. Let's just go over with 50 or 60 people. If they dare to resist, we will kill them directly."
"Okay, that's it."
Morgan hung up the phone, turned around and said, "No more fun, I have business to do." He quickly got dressed.
The naked female secretary Emma pouted and said dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing? I'm having a good time and you actually want to leave? Dear boss, don't leave. Let's continue?"
"No, it's an emergency. I'll be there right away." After saying this, Morgan ignored Emma's anger. After getting dressed, he opened the door and walked out. As he walked, he made a phone call, "Colbert, prepare to act..."