Compared with the calmness during the day, the North District is brightly lit at night.
Naturally, these lights did not come from street lamps, but neon lights.
Among the rows of small houses, these colorful lanterns are not only the main lighting tools, but also the 'indicator lights' of the locals in the North District.
The red and yellow ones are "gambling" files.
The red and blue ones are cigarette shops.
The red and pink ones are the stables.
The ones that are pure red are the floor scrubbers.
Each color represents a different meaning, which may not be clear to outsiders, but people in the North District can understand it at a glance.
A few police cars stopped at the gate of the North District on time. After a few police officers glanced at the North District with disgust and helplessness, they fell silent.
It's not that the North District hasn't been tidied up.
But, with little success.
It might be a little better now.
But it only lasts for two or three days, and it will quickly change back to its original state. The city hall of Ai City has worked hard several times, and lost a councilor, a police chief, two sheriffs and no less than thirty people. After the police officers, they completely abandoned this place and changed it to 'supervision' - set up 'sentries' to isolate this place, and every time they enter and exit, they need to be strictly checked. What happened inside? It is the responsibility of the people in the North District themselves.
Under such a premise, the situation in the North District has become more and more complicated as time goes by. Messy streets, low-rise houses, and gangs that live and reproduce like cockroaches have gradually turned this place into a lawless place. .
Many wanted criminals regard this place as a paradise.
Of course, for most ordinary people, it's still hell.
Definitely not including Dennis.
Dennis is a typical, native Northsider. He doesn't know who his father is, his mother is a street girl, and the closest person is a pimp.
After his mother died, he became a member of the bottom of the gang.
Eating the cheapest food every day, inhaling inferior flying leaves, and lingering in the worst stables.
When the boss needs it, he goes out to the station, and when he has nothing to do, he kills time in the gambling stall.
Today is no exception.
Dennis spent the afternoon and half the evening in old Harry's stall.
But the only difference is that compared to the past, Dennis is full of luck today. He has been winning since dark.
In front of him, at this moment, there was already a thick stack of banknotes.
There are large and small denominations.
Enough to make people jealous.
But Dennis is not easy to mess with. Dennis, who grew up in this district, knows the rules here too well. He slapped a bastard who wanted to fish in troubled waters to the ground with a backhand, and stabbed the opponent with a dagger. Then, It was pulled out immediately.
puff!
The blood was sprayed on Dennis' face and the money around him.
Like a hungry wolf, Dennis stared at the people around him.
After seeing the people around dodging one after another, he picked up the money, put it in his pocket, and staggered towards the next door.
People in the North District do not have the habit of saving money.
It is a characteristic of people in the North District to spend money when they have money.
Because, they don't know at all whether they can live to tomorrow.
As a true Northsider, Dennis is no exception.
After he walked into the cigarette shop, he took out half of the money on his body, threw it on the table, and shouted at the owner of the tobacco shop: "Bring me the top-quality goods."
Without any hesitation, there was no problem in counting the money. The owner of the tobacco shop ignored the blood on it, and directly pulled out a box of flying leaves.
Unlike regular, coarsely rubbed fly leaves.
These flying leaves are carefully selected, processed, and purified by at least 10%.
After Dennis took a satisfied breath, his eyes immediately became blurred, and he sat against the wall like this, and his whole body began to puff.
Ten minutes later, Dennis came back to his senses.
He shook his still-conscious head, feeling that he was falling from the clouds to the mortal world, it was really uncomfortable.
He really wants to do it again.
But thinking of the time agreed with that person, Dennis gritted his teeth and restrained himself. After putting away the remaining flying leaves, he staggered towards the other side.
Dennis didn't need to know the way, followed the colored lights, and Dennis quickly came to the place that was a bit remote in the eyes of people in the North District.
There are no gambling stalls, tobacco shops, or stables.
A large number of dilapidated and unfinished buildings stood here. Maybe this was once the residence of a certain gang, and maybe it will become the residence of a certain gang in the near future, but now it is empty.
No one, in the eyes of people in the North District, it is remote.
Dennis thought so too.
If it wasn't for the transaction, he wouldn't have come to such a remote place.
According to that person's instructions, Dennis bypassed the first two buildings, and after careful identification for a while in front of the third building, he finally found the entrance to the basement hidden behind a pile of garbage.
Dennis pushed open the basement door without knocking.
Some people from the North District will knock on the door.
Dennis never had the habit of knocking on the door.
Dennis has maintained this habit after an accidental breakthrough.
He believes that this is the source of good luck.
In the basement, it was colder and darker than imagined.
There was only one oil lamp in one corner, and by the faint light, Dennis saw the person he was looking for: a man in a tattered windbreaker and top hat.
The brim of the top hat covered most of the opponent's face, only revealing a chin full of stubble.
"Hey buddy."
"How did you do it?"
"My luck today is really great."
Dennis leaned over.
"Some tricks."
The other party said in a low voice.
"Can you teach me?"
Dennis asked greedily.
"It's hard."
"You can't learn."
The other party shook his head.
Dennis smiled, how do you say this kind of smile? It was like a jackal smiling with its mouth curled up and its fangs showing.
The bloody dagger that was with him appeared in Dennis' hands.
"What now?"
Dennis flipped his wrist, and under the light of the oil lamp, the blood-stained dagger drew a perfect arc, showing the dagger player's familiarity and skill with the dagger.
"Now?"
The man in the tattered windbreaker and top hat smiled.
With an unexpected smile, the other party strode towards Dennis.
"Stop!"
"Asshole, tell you, stop!"
"Do you think I'm joking?"
Dennis yelled at the other party to stop, and after realizing that the other party had no intention of stopping at all, he immediately stabbed the other party with a dagger.
Life in the North Side still taught Dennis what it means to strike first.
At this time, Dennis will not show mercy.
Feeling the dagger stabbed into the opponent's body, he looked at the opponent fiercely.
But immediately, horror appeared in Dennis' eyes.
Because, not only was he unable to pull out the dagger, but there was also a suction force from the dagger, pulling him involuntarily towards the opponent's body.
Dennis wanted to let go of the dagger.
But his hands seemed to be glued to it, and he couldn't let go.
Not only that, but his throat also seemed to be stuck, and no sound was released.
Dennis could only watch helplessly as he was swallowed by the opponent's body bit by bit.
Until his death, Dennis didn't know what happened.
“Really good amuse bouche.”
The 'man' wearing a tattered windbreaker and top hat opened his mouth to spit out the clothes and shoes belonging to Dennis, and commented like this.
Then, the other party looked forward to the dinner even more.
…
Sitting in a soft sofa chair, with bare feet and crossed legs, Huo Lun trimmed the index finger of his left hand with a nail clipper.
Behind him, his two bodyguards stood there, one on the left and one on the right, like door gods.
And under his feet, Luo Pu crawled there trembling.
Just like those bad gamblers who were brought here in the past.
"Luop, your wife sold 1,500 yuan, and your son sold 1,000 yuan. Putting these aside, you still owe me 17,000 yuan. How do you plan to pay it back?"
Huo Lun said slowly.
"me… "
Luo Pu really wanted to say something, but he had already lost everything, so he couldn't come up with anything of value.
You say fate
In the North District, the least valuable thing is life.
"I'm not an unreasonable person. Now I'll take you to a place. As long as you can kill the people inside, your account and mine will be written off. How about it?"
Holland asked.
"good!"
Luo Pu, who had no choice, agreed very simply.
If you don't agree, you will die.
I agreed, at least I can live.
As for the people who were killed
He can only be blamed for his bad luck.
Huo Lun smiled and waved his hand, and the woman waiting beside him immediately put on Huo Lun's shoes. Huo Lun stood up from the chair and walked straight out.
And Lopp
Obediently followed.
No walking.
Sitting in a car, Huo Lun came directly to an area of unfinished buildings.
He looked at this unfinished building, his eyes were burning hot.
Compared with where he is staying now, this place is more suitable for development. As long as he occupies this place and modifies it a little, he can get a bigger share in the North District.
Of course, before that, he needs to satisfy the local snakes here.
"It's inside."
Horan pointed to the door behind the pile of trash.
Luo Pu took a knife from the bodyguard and walked towards it.
"correct."
"Forgot to tell you."
"Your wife and son are also inside."
"If you hurry up, you may still see them."
When Lopu was about to push the door, Huo Lun suddenly spoke.
Seeing Luo Pu turning his head to look at him with hatred in his eyes, Huo Lun couldn't help but smile, full of sarcasm.
Huo Lun watched Luo Pu disappear behind the door.
The sarcastic smile grew stronger.
"A bad gambler, still want to show the love of her husband and father?"
"It's so ridiculous!"
Huo Lun was talking, while estimating the time.
Then, he strode towards the door with great strides.
Behind him, the bodyguards followed in together.
Horan never believed in the so-called promises.
He only believes in himself.
So, after seeing a polite man in a tattered windbreaker in that room, he just raised his hand and let his subordinates grab a favorable position.
"According to our agreement, this place is mine now."
Huo Lun did not ask where Luo Pu had gone.
Just like the people he threw here before, he was indifferent, he only cared about whether his own interests would be damaged.
"Yes."
"This is yours."
As the other party spoke, he walked towards the corner, ready to pick up the oil lamp.
But at this time, one of Huo Lun's men stood in front of him.
The other party turned to look at Huo Lun.
"I said this is mine!"
"Including the oil lamp on the ground!"
"certainly… "
"Including you!"
Holland said seriously.
"According to the agreement, you can already get what you want."
said the man in the top hat.
"Yes, I did it according to the agreement. Everything here is mine."
Holland laughed.
"What a villain you are!"
"However, he is also the villain I am looking forward to!"
"Can't wait to taste your taste!"
said the man.
"Yeah?"
"me too."
After Huo Lun finished speaking, the bodyguard who had been hiding behind him just jumped out, aiming the flamethrower directly at the man.
call!
A tongue of flame flew out, engulfing the man instantly.
"Since I want everything here, I will naturally be prepared, otherwise..."
"Then do you think I will be prepared when I deal with you villains?"
Looking at the man wrapped in flames, Huo Lun sneered, but the next moment, the sneer stopped abruptly, and a familiar but strange voice sounded behind him.
Familiarity is because behind him, he should be his most capable subordinate.
Because of this, he will be given the important task of giving the opponent a fatal blow.
And it's weird because his subordinate's emphasis has become weird.
Without even thinking about it, Huo Lun suddenly jumped forward.
But, it's too late!
call!
The tongue of flame in the flamethrower directly passed over Huo Lun, not only Huo Lun, but also the thugs around him all became running torches one by one.
Then, Huo Lun's most powerful subordinate extinguished the flamethrower, and crashed into the wall beside him like a mad cow.
boom!
In the muffled sound, the other party's brains burst.
"It's not authentic, but I don't mind having some BBQ."
"Originally, I thought you would be a little smarter than other guys."
"pity… "
"I have to find another collaborator again."
A man in a tattered windbreaker and a top hat came out of the shadows and said with a sigh.
However, this did not prevent the opponent from devouring.
The opponent first picked up the oil lamp, and immediately, the surroundings were splashed, including Huo Lun and the flames of Huo Lun's men, all of which were sucked into the oil lamp, losing the flames and burning, Huo Lun and his men fell to the ground one after another.
Then, these half-dead people were sucked into each other's body one by one.
When the subordinate with the flame gun on his back was also swallowed by the other party, the polite man in a tattered windbreaker sighed contentedly, opened the door and walked out with an oil lamp in a happy mood.
puff!
The moment the other party pushed open the door, a cold light flashed.
A sharp knife passed through the throat.
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