The night before Benjamin and his family moved into their new home.
In a secret stronghold of "Crow".
"Boss, shall we start taking action tonight?"
Under the dim light, Bernard bent down, glanced at the heads on the table, and asked Jessica nervously.
Bernard joined the "Crows" very early and is considered the oldest member of the entire gang. But Bernard himself is not old, he is only thirty years old. For a street gangster, he is still in the prime time of his career.
Sometimes, he felt that this was the reason why he became Jessica's confidant.
Bernard has been a member of the "Crows" since long before Jessica's father was still alive and Jessica was not their eldest son. In other words, he has been here since he was a teenager and witnessed the chaos and changes of this gang with his own eyes.
This is not a common thing.
Generally speaking, the professional life span of a gangster is only three years. No matter how unruly a guy is, after three years of hard work, he will either die in an unknown sewer, or else he should wake up, change his mind, and return to their normal, glamorous life. Only a few people like Bernard will stay in the rat's nest and survive.
Bernard also wanted to change, but he was used to this kind of life and could not find the so-called normality again.
"Well, it's tonight." Jessica wrapped the head in cloth and handed it into Bernard's hands with a smile. "Johnny never showed up. The people of the 'Eagles' gang just started to have suspicions. This is the last time. The perfect time.”
Bernard suddenly felt a pressure, nodded, took the head, and did not dare to say anything.
Since becoming the leader of the "Crows", Jessica has done things even more ruthlessly than her father. The gangsters were not in awe of her for nothing, even Bernard would feel shuddering every time he saw Jessica's gentle smile.
only…
"Boss, are you...really planning to join forces with a mage?" After much hesitation, Bernard, as the most valued confidant, still spoke up and said this.
"It's not a plan, but I've already done it." Jessica looked at the flickering oil lamp on the table and didn't know what she was thinking.
"But... in this case, we have no way back." Bernard lowered his head and said slightly seriously, "If that mage is deceiving us, or... or not long after, our relationship with the mage will be exposed... "
Just as he said this, Jessica suddenly turned her head and interrupted him.
"Bernard." She smiled sweetly, looked into his eyes, and said, "There was no turning back."
Bernard was stunned.
Then, he remained silent and nodded.
Under the dark night, Riley City looked like a hollowed-out dragon corpse. Like an unnoticed fly on a corpse, Bernard wore a thief's clothes and quietly left their stronghold holding his head wrapped in black cloth.
Along the dark streets, he cautiously moved toward the Eagle's largest stronghold.
It was almost midnight, there was not a single pedestrian on the street, and there was no light from the closed doors and windows. The sky is covered with clouds, and the only thing that can illuminate the road is the memory in Bernard's heart.
- He has been to these streets countless times. Even with his eyes closed, he can walk all the way.
In this way, after avoiding a few soldiers patrolling at night, Bernard arrived at the door of the "Eagle" stronghold ten minutes later.
It looked like a small hotel, with a dirty mud stain on the door sign. But Bernard knew very well that no one would live here, unless they were one of the Eagles' own people, or the target they wanted to attack. Every time the two gangs fight, the "Eagle" people gather from here.
In Jessica's words, this is the spiritual symbol of those grandchildren.
Arriving here, Bernard carefully observed his surroundings. After confirming that no one had noticed him, he walked forward, opened the cloth bag, did some tricks, and hung Johnny's head on the most conspicuous clothes drying rack on the window edge of the hotel.
After hanging it securely, he took out a blood-stained round hat from his pocket and carefully put it on Johnny's dead head.
Withdrawing his slightly trembling hand, Bernard looked at the task he had completed, nodded, and left here quietly. From the time he appeared to the time he left, the street was as quiet as a cemetery, and the occasional barking of a dog could not disturb any sleeping person.
Until the next morning.
The gangsters woke up late and wouldn't be the first witnesses. However, when the first scream of the nearby aunt came out and spread throughout the streets, no matter how sleepy the gangster was, it was impossible to sleep peacefully.
In this hotel, a gangster opened the window and yelled at the aunt:
"Fuck you..."
It's a pity that before he could curse, he was so frightened that he choked back.
He saw a pale, bloody and withered human head hanging on the clothes drying rack outside his window. A pair of eyes widened, meeting the gangster's domineering nostrils.
At that moment, the whole street was silent.
"F-fuck!"
Then, very unpromising, the gangster took a few steps back in fright, fell to the ground, and screamed louder than the aunt, like a pig being killed.
Just like that, the gangsters in the entire hotel were woken up.
With disbelieving eyes, more and more "eagles" gathered around the head, and the whole street was as silent as a funeral. Those who stayed in the hotel temporarily, those who slept elsewhere, the newcomers, the elderly... Within the gang, news spread quickly, especially after they recognized the head, it spread even faster.
In less than half an hour, hundreds of people surrounded the hotel on three floors.
"You... go and take off the boss's head."
In the crowd, a relatively heavy-looking man said sadly.
A young gangster walked up, stretched out his hand cautiously, and took Johnny's head off the clothes drying rack.
However, at this moment, there seemed to be a hard-to-find filament in the nostril of the head, which was somehow connected to the clothes drying rack. The young gangster seemed to have touched some mechanism when he pulled her.
boom!
There was a loud noise, accompanied by the smoke and the sudden impact. The gangsters surrounding the place panicked, cursed instinctively, and took a few steps back with their eyes closed.
Then they looked forward again.
The gangster who originally held the head was now lying on the ground, his life or death unknown. Both of his hands were missing, and blood flowed out like a steady stream of spring water, staining a large area of the ground red.
As for their boss's head, it was also blown to pieces at this moment, his mouth was split into three halves, and his brain was rotten on the ground.
"This this… "
Everyone gasped.
They surrounded the hotel and looked at the messy and miserable ground from a distance. The smell of gunpowder mixed with the smell of blood filled the dead air silently.
It seemed like a century of silence.
"Who is...?" The man who seemed to have the most status walked over with heavy steps and said word by word, "Who is...? Who did it?"
He walked to the side of the young gangster, squatted down, and looked at everything in front of him without knowing where to start. Veins suddenly appeared on his neck, and his eyes were as red as a lion caught in a killing spree.
The atmosphere of the entire street was slowly changing from shock to anger.
at this time.
"Quick, look there! There seems to be something there!"
In the crowd, a gangster seemed to have discovered something. He stretched out his hand, pointed to the corner by the hotel door, and suddenly shouted.
Suddenly, other people also looked in the direction of his finger.
In the corner, I saw a white round hat that was stained with gray but still stained with blood, lying quietly in that corner. The hat was embroidered with unique and rare patterns, but in their eyes, it suddenly became familiar.