All…
The Futai car honked softly as it turned into the street, and the pale yellow light slanted across the street on one side, making the trash can reflect dazzlingly.
The wheels rolled over a newspaper on the ground with a hissing sound, and the black vehicle, shaped like a square, drove past quickly.
On the right driver's seat, a ferocious-looking young man had 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 Futai 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 Futai car projected a large circular yellow halo forward, just illuminating 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 from the car lights stretched his shadow diagonally, and as the light got closer, the shadow kept moving, changing, and squirming.
"Stupid bird!"
The man stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the car accelerated and rushed forward. He picked up the pistol on his thigh and loaded it.
Boom!!! Crash!!!
The man looked up suddenly and saw a huge black iron fist shattering the glass, rapidly enlarging in front of his eyes like a cannonball.
Boom! Crash...
A head exploded, and red and white spray shot out in a fan-shaped pattern to the rear, leaving the chair covered with a layer of sauce.
The man fell directly onto the driver's seat. There was no head, because his head was gone. His right hand, which was about to be raised, fell down, and the pistol fell between his legs with a snap.
"What about the other two people?"
Kaxiu suddenly appeared in the darkness, and with a flick of his arm, he threw away the disgusting ketchup. He took a step and instantly appeared on the rear roof of the Ford, and stretched out his hand to open the curtain.
There was an empty space inside, with no one stationed on either side. On the floor of the car was a pile of antiques covered with black cloth.
"Run away?"
Kaxiu quickly turned his head and looked behind him. Beka Street was completely empty. Not to mention pedestrians, even the wild cat that had just been sleeping on the trash can was scared away. He walked back to the front of the car in confusion, opened the door, and threw the bodies of the Sand Dust Organization members aside. Then he started the car and drove into a remote path.
"Buzz buzz buzz..."
A Futai car stopped with its hood badly damaged.
At the front of the car, there is a deep, long dent that causes the metal to deform, and the positions of the two headlights are a bit crooked.
Kada.
The driver's door opened, and Kaxiu 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 base of the leg were torn to shreds.
"I have to buy another pair of casual pants tomorrow..."
Kaxiu thought so in his heart, and then turned off the car lights.
He lifted the curtain and entered the roof of the Futai carport.
Turning on a small flashlight, he completely removed the black cloth covering the antique. Suddenly, a bitter taste rose in his mouth.
Kaxiu's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on his lips. He stretched out his hand and quickly touched the antiques one by one.
Soon, Kaxiu 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, and spread into Kaxiu's body like steam.
In the upper right corner, the number of words began to jump.
"Obsession energy: 0.8→0.9→1.0..."
Although it was slow, the upward momentum was firm. When Kaxiu's arms were frozen stiff, the energy of obsession stopped beating. Kaxiu looked towards the upper right corner again.
"Obsession Energy: 2.4"
It increased by 1.6 at once! I feel relieved.
If Kaxiu remembered correctly, his obsession energy was 2.3 before the second time, and now it is 0.1 more than that time. Maybe it is enough energy for the third time, but there is a certain probability that it is not enough.
But after the current wave of growth, it will not be far from that number. Kaxiu speculated that the energy required for the third regression 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, Kaxiu glanced at the many antiques on the ceiling, and suddenly he felt something was wrong. Where is the pocket watch? Isn't it in there? He immediately took out the antique book from his pocket and compared it with the antiques on the ceiling.
He immediately realized that at least half of the antiques were missing. The Futai truck was only carrying half of the antiques.
Considering the information we got before, there were a total of three people from the Sand Dust Organization escorting the antiques, but now there is only one.
Could it be that the killing of the leader of the Black Fire Gang by me yesterday alerted the enemy and caused the Sand Dust Organization to temporarily change its plans
Kaxiu frowned deeply. He was not good at delving into the relationships between events. He was better at solving problems roughly.
Immediately, a word popped into my mind.
"The Black Fire Gang."
The Black Fire Gang has been secretly subjugated by the Sand and Dust Organization. If there are any changes on the Sand and Dust Organization's side, there should be a high probability that the Black Fire Gang will be notified. In fact, if the Black Fire Gang is the only underground force controlled by the Sand and Dust Organization in Baichuan City.
I'm afraid the other half of the antiques will also be with the Black Fire Gang.
Shirakawa City is openly the territory of Spade Ace, and the Sand Dust Organization dares not send a large number of members into it, as it is likely to be discovered. Therefore, the Black Fire Gang has become their white glove, no, perhaps it should be called black glove.
"Do you want to go?"
As soon as this thought arose in Kaxiu's mind, he immediately rejected it. There was no reason to let the duck that was already in his mouth fly away.
The two blood acceleration states gave Kaxiu unparalleled confidence. With his speed and reaction ability, dodging bullets was just a common thing. Even withstanding bullets was not impossible, as long as it was not a heavy firepower machine gun.
An opportunity to gain a large amount of obsession energy is right in front of him. If Kaxiu misses it, he might not be able to sleep tonight.
"The Black Fire Gang's territory is in the West District. The most famous store under their control is the **Ka Strip Club, No. 17 Mingguang Street..."
He muttered to himself, not because he had been there before, but because this **ka strip club was very famous. Many male coaches in the Gray Seal Martial Arts School would discuss it while changing clothes, often with saliva splashing and talking excitedly, with lewd smiles on their faces.
At that moment, he looked just like Old Mike at the front counter.
"Mingguang Street is not far from here, probably just across three streets. It seems that I will be busy tonight..."
Kaxiu got out of the Forte car and came to the driver's seat. He took the black pistol from the carpet, then closed the door and left quickly.
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“Wow!”
“Roar!”
"Twist harder for me! There will be a reward!"
"Hahaha, it's still comfortable here!"
In a slightly dim hall, excited shouts rang out one after another, and the air was filled with the smell of hormones.
In the center of the circular hall, a dark red stage in the shape of "⊥" was covered by a single light. Six or seven evenly spaced silver steel pipes were inserted on the stage, and five hot strippers were twisting their beautiful bodies like snakes.
Under the dim yellow light, the bronze skin that looked like candied fruit attracted the attention of all the perverts. They stared at her key parts and shouted in their hearts, "Take it off quickly!"
Every time a piece of clothing was taken off, there was a loud cheer from the audience, and some wealthy customers threw money in their hands as a reward for the strippers.
Guests were coming in and out of the underground round hall, and the flow of people was always kept at a scale of more than 100 people. There was also a bar on one side of the round hall, where thirsty guests could order some alcoholic drinks. The sales here were even not worse than those in the bar.
Moreover, the prices of drinks at the bar are much more expensive.
However, how could the brothers who were already excited by the striptease care about the extra two or three Red Lebanese Federation coins? It was because the **Card Club had the highest quality strippers, and the sexy girls were a sharp weapon for making money.
At the entrance, a man with a slicked-back hair and a black vest walked in. He was about 1.8 meters tall, and his two exposed arms were muscular and strong. There was a black tattoo on his upper arm, with a flame symbol in it.
As the man walked in, he stared at the stripper dancing on the counter, whistled, and walked towards the bar.
"Young, Rona is here."
Several gang members who were drinking in black chairs looked over here, raised their glasses and gestured with a smile.
"Drink! Drink!"
As Rona came over, he patted the table anxiously.
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 while speaking.
What he was talking about were naturally some types of cocktails.
"None of that, give me a glass of Berninde Flame!"
Rona handed over a large-denomination bill.
"Youhou, you only pick the expensive ones to get the bargains! You're really something, Rona." A gang member nearby took a sip of wine.
**Ka Strip Club is a business controlled by the Black Fire Gang, and all Black Fire Gang members have their drink costs halved here.
Of course, you can't drink too much, five cups a day is the maximum.
The Bernard Flame is one of the most expensive cocktails at the bar. It is very strong and has a long aftertaste, but it tastes very good.
"What do you care about me?" Rona sat down on the chair.
Then several gang members started drinking happily.
"Haha! Great job!!!"
The whole strip hall was in a frenzy. It turned out that the dancers had already taken off their clothes, exposing their entire bodies.
This immediately attracted a lot of cheers and rewards from below.
Rona looked at the stage and whistled, then stood up and said, "I've had a little too much to drink. I'm going to the bathroom."
"I think you're excited and want to jerk off!"
"Hahaha… "
Several gang members nearby burst into laughter.
"Go away, go away. If I want to fight, I will use a cannon. You are the pistol." Rona burped and walked towards the toilet.
After many twists and turns, he finally came to a restroom. There was a mixture of urine and alcohol, as well as a sour smell of vomit. It seemed that the sales of alcohol at the club bar were really high.
Rona complained and went to the urinal.
Not long after he peed, he heard a series of heavy footsteps outside. Then, a tall figure stood quietly beside him. Rona turned his head to take a look, and his first reaction was that he was so tall. The man was almost 1.9 meters tall.
His muscles are as strong as if he had done bodybuilding.
Rona sniffed and seemed to smell a scent of blood, but the other smells were too strong and not very obvious.
After a moment, Rona shook himself off and zipped up his pants.
Suddenly a low voice came from the side.
"Have you finished peeing?"
"Huh?" Rona turned his head in confusion.
A black gun barrel was pointed at his head.
"!!!"
At the bar, several gang members were still drinking and chatting. One of them said, "Why hasn't that drunk Rona come back yet? Did he get too drunk and fall into the urinal?"
"It's possible that he's still masturbating in Shashasha?"
"Hahaha… "
There was a sense of joy in the air.
If Rona was still here, he would definitely look bitter. He went to the toilet not to masturbate, but to be masturbated by others.
The moment the gun was pointed at Rona, he had no choice.
I could only follow the other person out of the bathroom, pretending that we were arm in arm and leaving through another passage of the strip club.
Under the moonlight, in the dim narrow alley.
"I ask you questions, do you understand?"
"Listen... I understand."
"If I find out you're lying to me, I won't hesitate to pull the trigger. So please cherish your life, understand?"
"Yes, I understand!"
"Okay, so the first question is. Where is the Black Fire Gang's headquarters? Tell me the exact address and area..."
"… "
Five minutes later, Kaxiu got what he wanted.
Sometimes guns are indeed more effective than fists. At least for ordinary people who are unaware of the situation, a black gun pointing at your head is much more terrifying than someone threatening you with a fist.
"No. 36, Ferren Street..." Kaxiu muttered to himself.
“Yes… yes…” Rona nodded his head quickly like a sieve: “I’ve told you everything I know, please don’t shoot!”
"Of course." Kaxiu glanced at Rona coldly, then stuffed the pistol into his waistband and stood there silently.
Rona breathed a sigh of relief and took two steps forward.
Kacha!
Under the moonlight, Rona's head spun 180 degrees in an instant, and when he was about to fall, he was caught by a big hand.
Kaxiu had no intention of shooting in the first place, as the blood splattering everywhere would be too dirty. It would be quicker and more convenient to kill by twisting the neck.
In addition, the most dishonest thing in this world is the gangs. Don't expect these dirty, smelly rats in the sewers to have any sense of contract, especially these low-level small gangs.
Kaxiu wouldn't talk to them about morality or anything like that.
That's no use, they only understand fists and pistols!
After getting rid of Rona's body, Kaxiu's goal was very clear: the Black Fire Gang headquarters! With Kaxiu's current skills, a group of small gangs could not stop him at all. If there were people from the Sand Dust Organization present, it would be even better. He wanted to test how much confidence this emerging organization that kept causing trouble in Beiliu County had.