Crown District is the largest district in Nulay, and it is also the most backward and has the worst public security situation. It is home to millions of immigrants and has numerous gangs. Murders, shootings, robberies, thefts, contraband sales, smuggling and other crimes have been committed from
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So late at night, the streets and alleys in Crown District are basically empty, almost all the shops are closed, only a few gang members are still wandering around, and no other pedestrians can be seen.
Except for the sirens in the distance, it seemed very quiet here.
But this tranquility was soon broken by the low roar of the engine. One after another, black armored vehicles drove into D31 Street, like a rushing torrent.
Several criminals who were hiding on the street corner and conducting transactions were frightened. They ran away and disappeared into the nearby alleys under the cover of night, like mice being chased by wild cats.
Several armored vehicles parked in front of a bar on D31 Street, and the cars behind them followed closely.
The building where this bar is located has a total of six floors. It looks like a building from a hundred years ago. It looks very dilapidated due to a long-term lack of maintenance and repair.
There is a crooked sign hanging on the outer wall of the terrace on the second floor. The neon word "Oldman" on it lights up and goes out, and it may collapse at any time.
The Old Man's Bar is the only place still open on this street.
Orange light shines through the glass panes on the door, casting mottled marks on the sidewalk.
More than a dozen armored vehicles lined up in a long queue, quickly blocking the road in front of the bar.
Accompanied by the sound of mechanical gears turning, the top cover of the armored vehicle opened, and the automatic turrets rose up. The black muzzles were pointed at the old man's bar, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Immediately afterwards, a heavily armed SWAT team member jumped out of the armored vehicle. Wearing helmets and body armor, and armed with assault rifles, they quickly broke into the building where the bar was located.
The second to sixth floors of the building are all residential buildings, and most of the people living there are immigrants. At two or three in the morning, they sleep most soundly, but they are awakened by waves of rough knocking on the door.
"nypd, open the door quickly!"
The Newlett policemen knocked on the door ferociously and told all residents to evacuate immediately in an unquestionable tone. They were like ferocious big cats that broke into a mouse's nest, destined to become a nightmare for many people.
Bang! Bang!
Suddenly gunfire rang out in the building.
It was not the SWAT police who were evacuating residents who opened fire, because the assault rifles they were equipped with were equipped with high-standard silencers, and the gunshots were not that loud at all.
"shit!"
Operation Commander Max Carter, who was standing next to an armored vehicle, cursed fiercely as various noisy sounds came from the headphones he was wearing.
There were several gang members in this building, and they were probably wanted persons, so they misunderstood the police's evacuation operations and took out their weapons to fight the SWAT officers who came to the door.
Needless to say the fate of these fools, they faced the most elite special operations team members in Nulay, including powerful extraordinary beings.
But in this way, the target in the bar must have been alerted. If the other party breaks out now...
Max Carter's scalp went numb just thinking about it, and he cursed the boss who made this plan in his mind - he simply didn't take the lives of his subordinates seriously!
He could only hope that reinforcements from Steel Wings would arrive soon.
At this moment in the old man's bar, the atmosphere is still very calm, as if it's another world.
There was only one customer, sitting in front of the bar drinking.
The bartender, an old black man with gray hair, was cleaning the glass.
When the gunshots rang out from the building, he couldn't help but frowned and said to the drinker in front of him: "Sir, it's already very late, we are closing, and it's time for you to go home. Do you need me to call someone for you?"
A taxi?”
This is a kind reminder. Although gunfire has long been a part of life for this old black man who has lived in the Crown District for decades, his instinct tells him that danger exists.
For the safety of this seemingly pleasant guest, the old black man was willing to spend some favors to call a reliable driver.
"Thanks."
Zuo Yi smiled slightly and said, "But I don't need it for the time being. Please give me another glass of whiskey."
After completing the "cleaning" work of Pritsch Manor, Zuo Yi returned to the city of Nulay. Because his identity was very sensitive, he did not check into a hotel. Instead, he found a remote bar and planned to deal with it until dawn.
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Wayne Leslie is dead. The head of the Leslie family and the staff-bearer of the Council of True Knowledge committed suicide. He blew up his own head with a large-caliber pistol in his study.
He obviously wanted to keep all the secrets, but Zuo Yi arrived just in time and sealed his soul with the soul gem before it returned to the River Styx.
The subsequent search was quite fruitful. At the same time, Zuo Yi also killed hundreds of Leslie family members who were judged to be evil camp, basically destroying this famous family.
During this process, St. George never appeared again.
I thought it was over, but I didn't expect someone to come to the door. Of course, Zuo Yi couldn't hide what was going on outside.
The old black bartender looked at him deeply, picked up the bottle and poured him another glass of whiskey.
"Thanks."
Zuo Yi took out a wad of US dollars and threw it on the bar: "This is the money for tonight's drinks."
The old black man was stunned: "Too many."
The banknotes were of the largest denomination, and this stack was worth ten thousand dollars, which was almost his income for three months.
For the wine Zuo Yi drank, two or three drinks were enough at most.
“Anything more is a tip.”
Zuo Yi waved his hand: "Thank you for staying with me so late."
This is only a very small part of the loot he seized tonight. In addition to a large number of US dollars, there are hundreds of gold bars and gold bricks.
Zuo Yi plans to donate this wealth and use it to help some people in need.
Back then in the world of Sadeya, he often did things to do evil and do good, and his faith was very high.
"You are such a generous guest."
The old black bartender accepted this generous gift with a smile. He put the banknotes in the drawer, thought about it and said, "I used to be a singer. Let me sing a few songs for you."
Zuo Yi snapped his fingers: "Good!"
The old black bartender took off an old guitar hanging on the wall, sat on a stool with it, adjusted the pitch, and then plucked the strings.
He sang: "I left my beautiful hometown and came to this black city. I thought I could find my dream, but I didn't expect the reality to be so cruel. A passionate heart was crushed by ruthless vehicles..."
In the old black bartender's song, which was filled with vicissitudes of life and sadness, the door of the bar was quietly pushed open.