The roar lasted for half a minute.
Until Joseph asked in a questioning tone, "Are you listening?" on the phone.
Colin then put the phone to his ear and scratched his ear with his other hand and replied, "Yes, of course I am listening, and I also remember your teachings deeply, Master Yosel."
"So? What's the matter with calling me?"
Colin asked casually, pushing the cart to a place selling fruits and asking the staff about the prices.
On the other side of the phone, Joseph, who was almost furious at Colin's attitude, cursed a few times, then took a deep breath and said, "You don't have to worry about the KKK anymore."
"Oh... um?" Colin, who was dealing with it carelessly, paused after realizing what Joseph said, and asked more seriously, "What's going on?"
If Joseph hadn't spoken with such a strong voice and there wasn't a hint of emotion in his tone, he would have almost suspected that the Ku Klux Klan had come to his door and captured Joseph and taken him back.
"They are dead." Yosel replied, with a hint of fear in his voice.
"You said that the person sent by the KKK died?" Colin narrowed his eyes. "Who killed him?"
Even though he didn't know how many people the KKK sent, he was sure that it was definitely not a small number, at least not less than the number of people the KKK originally had here.
And to be able to kill so many enemies in this big city without letting the public know about it, to be honest, he couldn't think of anyone else who could do it except for the state departments.
"It's Kingpin! The master of this city's underground." After saying that terrifying name, Joseph seemed relieved and explained, "I don't know much information. I only know that the people sent by the KKK this time are dead. The reason seems to be that the KKK didn't say hello to Kingpin before sending people here?"
"Well, I'm not sure what the reason is, because there are hundreds of different versions of rumors circulating now, but the only thing that is certain is that all the members of the KKK were sunk into the sea to feed the fish last night."
Ke Lin listened with the phone in his hand, and said with a strange look on his face: "So, you want to tell me that I am temporarily safe now?"
Sometimes the development of reality is even more bizarre than the story. If he had known it would be like this, he would have just waited at home obediently and would not have bothered to make a zombie potion to save his life.
Well, of course, even if he really knew it in advance, he would probably still make the same choice.
After all, always giving oneself room for maneuver is a habit engraved in his soul.
"No." Yosel's voice suddenly became heavy. "I want to tell you that no matter what plans you had before or what cards you had, you'd better leave the United States as quickly as possible now."
"Jin Bing has also set his sights on you!"
After hearing this, Ke Lin was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said, "It seems that I have really become a popular commodity. Everyone wants to take a bite of it."
"Do you know why he came to me? I didn't seem to have provoked him."
"Or is it taking out your anger?"
Colin came to the counter and lined up, ready to pay.
On the other side of the phone, Yosel said solemnly, "Maybe. I don't know the reason, but he has offered a huge reward of one million dollars to you in the entire underground world, as long as the information provided is accurate."
"So, run away as soon as possible. The enemy you are facing now is completely different from the previous one!"
The checkout process at the counter was very fast. Colin, who was standing there motionless, did not react until he was pushed by someone behind him.
After paying the bill, dealing with Joseph and hanging up the phone, he walked on the busy street and suddenly, deeply exhaled.
"It always makes people feel uneasy!"
"Come on, let's see who will be the final winner!"
He lifted the bag in his hand, a smile full of fighting spirit appearing on the corner of his mouth.
"come on!"
A loud roar attracted the attention of nearby pedestrians.
Colin smiled nonchalantly and headed towards the black hotel where he was temporarily staying.
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…
At the same time, in the fringe area of the lower city of Manhattan.
Dirty and run-down are the only words that can describe this place.
FBI agents Freddy and Miles, who were previously sent by their superiors to monitor the actions of the KKK, now have nothing to do and come to this place forgotten by mainstream society.
"The gentlemen in Congress should really come and see this place."
The still young Ferdie looked at the condition of the residents here and said with a little resentment.
"Then you'll have to wait." Miles, who didn't want to discuss this in depth, simply responded with a question, then asked, "Are you sure this is the place? The place you mentioned might be where those people live?"
Before coming here, he still had some faith in Feddy's analysis, but after arriving here, he suddenly questioned it.
If someone really has that kind of ability, I don't think he would live in a place like this.
"That kind of person is still just speculation, but at the very least he should be an important participant in the tavern incident, so we can always find out something by asking him."
Fedi responded and walked towards the dilapidated tube building in front.
Thanks to Bullseye killing all of Cisco's gang, they were no longer constrained by the task of monitoring the KKK.
After having some free time, he followed the line that this was probably something a superpower would do and easily locked onto Kyle from the information he got from various investigations.
Miles quickly took two steps forward and followed him, holding him and saying, "I think we'd better be careful. What if he really is a superpower and wants to kill people to silence them? I don't think the two of us are more powerful than those dozen KKK members."
"We should report to our superiors first, and then when we are ready..."
Ferdie, who was being dragged, turned around and looked at Miles, interrupting him irritably: "You are always so careful, but this will obviously waste a lot of opportunities. Look at the positions of people of your age, and then look at yourself."
"You've been an agent for more than 20 years, and you're only one level higher than me!"
Miles said seriously, "But I'm still alive. Many of my fellow frontline agents died in missions, but I'm still alive."
After hearing this, Ferdie gritted his teeth and said nothing, while Miles also insisted on his opinion.
Just when the atmosphere became tense, Miles' cell phone suddenly rang.
After connected.
"Yes Yes… "
"But… "
"Ok, I see"
Miles hung up the phone with a strange look on his face. On the other side, Ferdie couldn't help but ask, "What happened?"
"The mission was canceled," Miles replied.
"Cancel?!" Ferdie opened his eyes wide, "But there is clearly still..."
"If you don't want to get killed in a car accident and be thrown into the sea like those people last night, you'd better forget about it now."
Miles, who knew what Ferdie meant, said in a deep voice.
"Is it Kingpin?"
Ferdi's pupils contracted and he asked unwillingly.
Miles nodded, sighed, patted Ferdie's shoulder, and turned away without hesitation.
Behind him, Ferdie kicked the wall hard, gritted his teeth and followed Miles.
(End of this chapter)