Irving's grandparents had only been in the Clinton district for a while many years ago, when they managed to turn it into what New Yorkers call hell.
Today, Jin has begun to integrate the dark forces in New York, and his business has extended from the earliest drug sales to smuggling, sales of stolen goods, special services, bars, nightclubs, and high-end hotels.
What's even more frightening is that this guy has also extended his tentacles to big cities all over the country, cooperating vertically and horizontally, fighting and winning while eating, increasing market share, and manipulating market prices to obtain greater profits.
They're not crazy yet, and they don't want to fight against this big boss who has become a dominant trend.
The boss, Owen, was so mad that he didn't notice the sudden silence of his subordinates, and he was still talking about how to get back the glory of the family in the past.
A few subordinates were standing by, and they couldn't help but communicate with each other with their eyes, as if they understood what the other was thinking.
Perhaps, in a few days, I will be able to think about the boss position under Owen's ass
A dead person cannot be their boss.
Just when Boss Owen was so ambitious and mighty, and several of his subordinates were eyeing each other, waiting for the boss to die, there was a sudden knock on the door of the room.
The thick iron door made three crisp clangs, and then stopped.
The two bandits guarding the gate raised their guns vigilantly. This rhythm was not a signal for the guards outside.
After a slight pause, there was another knock on the door three times.
Still so unhurried, with a moderate rhythm, just like a very polite person is as polite as when he goes to a stranger's house to ask for directions.
Owen waved his hand, signaling to the guards in the hall to draw out their guns, be vigilant and ready to fire at any time.
Seeing that his subordinates were ready, he gestured to the gangster at the door, asking him to open the small window on the door to see who was coming.
A gangster leaned his face forward, only to see a guard outside with a serious face standing behind a man in a hat and a black windbreaker, and the gun in his hand was pointed at this man.
Only the lower half of the man in black's face was in his line of sight, and under the shadow of the brim of his hat, he could only see the corners of his mouth and two mustaches upturned, as if he was smiling happily.
The gangster froze for a moment, and asked, "Fermi, who is he?"
The gangster Fermi outside the door had a serious face: "Dirk, he said that he is a big client, and he wants to talk to the boss himself."
Dirk, the bandit inside the door: "Why did you let him knock on the door?"
Fermi still had a straight face: "He said it was more polite."
Dirk frowned: "Have you searched for him?"
Fermi raised his free hand and showed a stack of thick hundred-dollar bills: "Only this, he said is a deposit."
Dirk turned his head and looked at the boss Owen: "Someone said he wanted to buy something. Fermi searched him, and there was only a wad of cash."
Of course Dirk couldn't be seen in the small window, and Fermi's forehead outside the door was covered with fine beads of sweat.
Behind him is Selena who has activated the optical camouflage, holding his clothes with one hand, and the muzzle of the anesthesia gun in the other hand is pressing against his back.
Owen also faintly heard the conversation at the door, hesitated for a while, and waved to the gun-wielding gangsters.
The gangsters spread out a little bit, and the muzzles of their guns hung down, but they didn't put them away.
Dirk at the door opened the iron door, took a step back, and pointed the gun at the man in black.
The man in black didn't panic, walked into the iron gate unhurriedly, and slightly nodded to Dirk next to him: "Thank you."
Dirk suddenly frowned: This is actually a very authentic London accent! This guy is here to seek death, right
While thinking this in his heart, the man in black had already passed by him, and walked not far from the women who were packing the goods, as if he was sizing up the goods.
Owen suddenly became dissatisfied: "Who are you? What are you here for?"
The man in black didn't answer him, but said, "The night gave me black eyes. I didn't use them to look for light, but I looked down at you little mice in the sewer. Life is really hard."
He still has that authentic London accent, and he speaks with a bit of poetic rhyme.
Owen: "... very good, when I dig out your eyes, your eyes will be black, and the rest of your life will be more difficult."
Recently, Owen's spirit has become obviously excited, and he can't control his emotions more and more. There is no time to talk nonsense with this guy.
Moreover, if this guy dared to come to their lair alone in the middle of the night and speak with a London accent, he would have to die regardless of whether he was crazy or not.
Because these people, Owen, are all Irish.
Everyone in the Clinton district also knew they were an Irish gang.
With a cruel smile on Owen's face, he waved his hands to signal the two hands to go up and down, breaking the guy's hands.
I don't want to take advantage of this damn Brit by not using a gun. Owen wants to slowly torture him to death.
The two gangsters grabbed two crowbars casually and approached with oppressive steps. They swung the crowbars in their hands and slammed them at the man in black.
On Luke's lens, he saw Selena's figure slipping in through the gate silently, which also meant that the beating action could begin: "Violence can also be used for good deeds."
While speaking, he crossed his hands and lowered down, and pulled out two 30 cm long matte knives from his waist under the cloak.
The blurred shadows flashed in the air, and the two thieves who charged felt their hands get cold, and the crowbar in their hands flew out uncontrollably.
The next moment, they screamed, and two thin red lines appeared on the wrists of each of their hands. After a while, blood soaked out of the red lines.
"Shoot and kill him." Owen, the experienced gang leader who had been in the Clinton area for many years, responded quickly, and shouted directly.
Clap clap clap clap!
A series of gunshots sounded in the hands of everyone.
But the body of the man in black who was surrounded by them in the center of the field just now was blurred, and he moved more than ten meters in translation, and swung the knife in his hand again.
Another gunman drooped his hands and screamed.
"In the face of bad guys, we must use extreme means of countering violence with violence..."
The magnetism is gentle, like the baritone voice of a bbc documentary echoing in the factory building, even the deafening gunshots did not suppress it.
The black matte knife wiped the hands of a gangster again, even though the man backed up again and again, trying to hide behind his companions.
As a result, Luke passed by him, and with a wave of his hand, the gangster's companion also dropped his hands and screamed.
"We need to stand up to the powerful..."
In the voice of the words, two matt knives came out of their hands, and the right shoulders of the two gangsters who were shooting with rifles were pierced, throwing guns and screaming.
"Strive to eradicate rape and eradicate evil, and uphold justice..." Luke tapped his feet continuously, like a ghost without mass, turning back and forth in the air, his hands crossed next to his waist, and two matte knives appeared in his hands again.