City Marshal

Fubang's second young master was woken up by the shouts outside.

Although he was hurt and sad, he was still conscious enough to go to the bedside to find out the firearm. Just as the bullet was loaded, he saw the door was pushed open, and a guard leader rushed in with a shocked expression, and shouted without regard for etiquette. : "Second Young Master, there are enemies coming in through the door."

"Brothers can't stop it, you must leave immediately."

"Who is it?"

The second young master of Fubang fell off the bed with his weak body. He really couldn't imagine who would come to provoke the furious Fubang family. The death of his sister was only dozens of hours away. At this time, someone came to attack Fubang Garden. These guys Aren't you afraid of Fubon's thunderous revenge and the spurning of all parties?

"I don't know, there are ten of them in total, but they are all very powerful."

The leader of the guard stepped forward to protect his master, and responded with a pale face: "Not only are the marksmanship superb but also accurate, our elites are all chasing after Prince George, and the 50 or so people who stay in the garden can't stop him at all, 5 minutes at most. Fubon Garden will be leveled by them.”

"This year is really unlucky."

Fubang's second young master's lips were bleeding from biting his lips. He felt extremely aggrieved these days. Not only did he lose his hand and his younger sister died violently, but the deterrence gathered by the three major families was also broken by Chutian, which made the attitude of the United States towards them dissociated. Get up, and now you are being attacked at night.

At first he thought that Chutian sent people to deal with him, but he soon realized that Chutian, who had the upper hand, would not be so stupid. The latter has already been able to overwhelm the three major families and control the US government, so how could Chutian do anything wrong? Means to attack?And killing himself is not good for Shuai Jun.

But for people of their level, the violence is mostly just a support. What's the point of killing the other party if it can't occupy resources and turn the situation around?So Fu Bang's second young master, who walked quickly to the top floor, quickly denied Chu Tian, ​​and then his veins couldn't stop bulging: "Heaven Dao League!"

Only the cornered Clinton will take revenge on himself!

The second young master of Fubang, who figured this out, was very angry. He didn't expect that he was cooperating with the white-eyed wolf. He successively infiltrated George and the blond beauty to find out information. When the three major families were unable to help, he asked George to kill his sister to vent his hatred. The remnants put themselves to death.

Fubang's second young master held the gun tightly, with a stern look on the corner of his mouth: "I will definitely bury their father and son alive."

At this time, screams were heard one after another around Fubang Garden, and thick smoke began to rise slowly. Fubang's second young master could imagine the strength of the enemy, and while cursing the death of Clinton and his son, he accelerated his pace towards Go to the roof, or you will lose your life tonight.

"quick!"

When the voice fell, the second young master and eight guards had already rushed to the rooftop, and there were two helicopters that could leave at any time, enough for them to escape Fubon Garden, but before the second young master of Fubon approached, the leader of the guards grabbed him He then stood in front of him and shouted, "Who?"

The second young master of Fubang subconsciously stopped, and then he saw the helicopter cabin door opened, a middle-aged man in a black autumn suit, sitting on the seat and looking at them with a chuckle, on his feet were two blooming heads. pilot, but piercing wounds don't look like bullets...

More like a finger poke!

"Master Fubang, welcome to our feast."

The middle-aged man instantly kicked the two corpses away, just in time to block the unsuspecting bullets of the guards, and then jumped up and rushed in front of the head of the guards. The dark gloves slid gently over his neck, and the latter spurted out a stream of blood immediately. The rest of the guards It was too late to turn the gun subconsciously.

A ferocious whip kick, the piercing sound made by sweeping through the air made people shudder, and a guard flew backwards in response, but what was even more shocking before he died was that there was an extra cut on the body that was swept Such scars penetrated deep into his internal organs so that he didn't even howl.

Any more force, it would be slashed in half.

In this gap, Fubang's second young master was quickly dragged to the open space behind by two guards. Their reactions were well-trained. After all, under the strong pressure of the opponent, they can still obtain a safe space for the master, but their strength is not as good as that of middle-aged men. Too far, when Er Shao just retreated to the back.

A finger stuck in the throat of a guard.

The momentum is overwhelming!Blood burst out!The middle-aged man easily dealt with a guard like poking tofu, which made the rest of the people inexplicably shocked. Only then did they understand the power of the opponent's glove, which is simply a high-speed electric drill. .

"Weaker!"

The middle-aged man is like a butterfly, shuttling back and forth among the guards at close range. When he stood in front of Fubang's second young master, the eight guards had all collapsed in a pool of blood and twitched. The middle-aged man never touched him. Second Young Master, the latter took the opportunity to shoot with a gloomy face.

"boom!"

A bullet hit the middle-aged man, but Fubang's second young master didn't smile at all, because he could clearly see that the bullet hit the opponent's body and slipped out when it touched the clothes. Yes, the bullet slipped away like a loach. At the side, the middle-aged man was only forced to take half a step back by the momentum.

"What are you?"

When the second young master of Fubang let out a cry of curiosity, he quickly raised his gun and pointed it at the opponent's head. The latter had a lot of weird clothes, but his head couldn't be bulletproof. It's just that although he gestured quickly, the middle-aged man moved more quickly. Quickly, taking a step forward, a finger was already on his throat.

Sharp, vicious, and dead!

This is the physical reaction of Fubang's second young master.

The middle-aged man put a black hood on his head, making himself completely transformed into an Afghan woman's attire, forming one with the confused night, and then he took the gun of the Fubon Second Young Master and threw it on the ground, sending out a cold smile: "Master Fubang, I hope you can cooperate with me."

"Get Mr. Conrington out, and you'll be alive.

Fubang's second young master's face was extremely ugly. Only now did he understand the real purpose of the opponent's attack on the garden. It was not for revenge or to kill himself, but to hijack himself in exchange for Clinton and his son. The corners of his mouth kept twitching, but he still remained calm. : "Do you think I can save you?"

The middle-aged man carried Fubang Er Shao into the helicopter. There was no expression on his face, but one could feel that he was smiling: "I believe you can, maybe you will say that the three major families can no longer exert pressure on the U.S. official , will also say that Chu Tian is in the middle and will not release them at all."

He put Er Shao on the seat, tied the latter with seat belts and handcuffs, and then continued to add: "This is all your problem, not my problem. I just want to keep Mr. Clinton safe and sound." Take it away, as for whether the officials and Chu Tian are willing or not, it is up to Master Fubang to work hard."

"Anyway, I just want them to be safe."

The middle-aged man drove the helicopter: "If they are not released before noon tomorrow, I will cut off one of your hands and give it to the government. I will cut one part every hour. Master Fubang must have tasted the pain of losing a hand. I I can tell you that a broken leg is ten times more painful than a broken hand."

The second young master of Fubang was slightly sullen but did not yell at him. He still maintained his proper nobility and dignity. He glanced at the cold middle-aged man, and said with a sarcasm in his voice: "Chutian and the others threw him in, why don't you Are you looking for them? Could it be that persimmons really pick soft ones?"

"Don't worry, I will go to Chutian sooner or later."

The middle-aged man left Fubon Garden in a helicopter, and a sea of ​​flames gradually spread below: "Just for the safety of Mr. Clinton and the others, I still need to control you, Master Fubon. After all, compared to Chutian, three Big families have more influence over the U.S. government."

Fubang's second young master slightly closed his eyes, and snorted softly: "It's nice to say, but in the end, I'm still afraid that I won't be able to beat Chutian."

The middle-aged man shrugged his shoulders, smiled but did not respond.

Half an hour later, sirens sounded throughout New York. Numerous police cars surrounded the Fubon Garden. Anna adjusted the scene with a dignified expression, but after searching within a radius of three kilometers, nothing was found. There were only the bodies of Fubon guards and Bullets all over the floor.

What made Anna's mouth twitch the most was that the corpses seemed to have been cut to death.

"Who did this?"

Anna's face was ugly: "This is too cruel." Fubang's second young master was woken up by the shouting outside.

Although he was hurt and sad, he was still conscious enough to go to the bedside to find out the firearm. Just as the bullet was loaded, he saw the door was pushed open, and a guard leader rushed in with a shocked expression, and shouted without regard for etiquette. : "Second Young Master, there are enemies coming in through the door."

"Brothers can't stop it, you must leave immediately."

"Who is it?"

The second young master of Fubang fell off the bed with his weak body. He really couldn't imagine who would come to provoke the furious Fubang family. The death of his sister was only dozens of hours away. At this time, someone came to attack Fubang Garden. These guys Aren't you afraid of Fubon's thunderous revenge and the spurning of all parties?

"I don't know, there are ten of them in total, but they are all very powerful."

The leader of the guard stepped forward to protect his master, and responded with a pale face: "Not only are the marksmanship superb but also accurate, our elites are all chasing after Prince George, and the 50 or so people who stay in the garden can't stop him at all, 5 minutes at most. Fubon Garden will be leveled by them.”

"This year is really unlucky."

Fubang's second young master's lips were bleeding from biting his lips. He felt extremely aggrieved these days. Not only did he lose his hand and his younger sister died violently, but the deterrence gathered by the three major families was also broken by Chutian, which made the attitude of the United States towards them dissociated. Get up, and now you are being attacked at night.

At first he thought that Chutian sent people to deal with him, but he soon realized that Chutian, who had the upper hand, would not be so stupid. The latter has already been able to overwhelm the three major families and control the US government, so how could Chutian do anything wrong? Means to attack?And killing himself is not good for Shuai Jun.

But for people of their level, the violence is mostly just a support. What's the point of killing the other party if it can't occupy resources and turn the situation around?So Fu Bang's second young master, who walked quickly to the top floor, quickly denied Chu Tian, ​​and then his veins couldn't stop bulging: "Heaven Dao League!"

Only the cornered Clinton will take revenge on himself!

The second young master of Fubang, who figured this out, was very angry. He didn't expect that he was cooperating with the white-eyed wolf. He successively infiltrated George and the blond beauty to find out information. When the three major families were unable to help, he asked George to kill his sister to vent his hatred. The remnants put themselves to death.

Fubang's second young master held the gun tightly, with a stern look on the corner of his mouth: "I will definitely bury their father and son alive."

At this time, screams were heard one after another around Fubang Garden, and thick smoke began to rise slowly. Fubang's second young master could imagine the strength of the enemy, and while cursing the death of Clinton and his son, he accelerated his pace towards Go to the roof, or you will lose your life tonight.

"quick!"

When the voice fell, the second young master and eight guards had already rushed to the rooftop, and there were two helicopters that could leave at any time, enough for them to escape Fubon Garden, but before the second young master of Fubon approached, the leader of the guards grabbed him He then stood in front of him and shouted, "Who?"

The second young master of Fubang subconsciously stopped, and then he saw the helicopter cabin door opened, a middle-aged man in a black autumn suit, sitting on the seat and looking at them with a chuckle, on his feet were two blooming heads. pilot, but piercing wounds don't look like bullets...

More like a finger poke!

"Master Fubang, welcome to our feast."

The middle-aged man instantly kicked the two corpses away, just in time to block the unsuspecting bullets of the guards, and then jumped up and rushed in front of the head of the guards. The dark gloves slid gently over his neck, and the latter spurted out a stream of blood immediately. The rest of the guards It was too late to turn the gun subconsciously.

A ferocious whip kick, the piercing sound made by sweeping through the air made people shudder, and a guard flew backwards in response, but what was even more shocking before he died was that there was an extra cut on the body that was swept Such scars penetrated deep into his internal organs so that he didn't even howl.

Any more force, it would be slashed in half.

In this gap, Fubang's second young master was quickly dragged to the open space behind by two guards. Their reactions were well-trained. After all, under the strong pressure of the opponent, they can still obtain a safe space for the master, but their strength is not as good as that of middle-aged men. Too far, when Er Shao just retreated to the back.

A finger stuck in the throat of a guard.

The momentum is overwhelming!Blood burst out!The middle-aged man easily dealt with a guard like poking tofu, which made the rest of the people inexplicably shocked. Only then did they understand the power of the opponent's glove, which is simply a high-speed electric drill. .

"Weaker!"

The middle-aged man is like a butterfly, shuttling back and forth among the guards at close range. When he stood in front of Fubang's second young master, the eight guards had all collapsed in a pool of blood and twitched. The middle-aged man never touched him. Second Young Master, the latter took the opportunity to shoot with a gloomy face.

"boom!"

A bullet hit the middle-aged man, but Fubang's second young master didn't smile at all, because he could clearly see that the bullet hit the opponent's body and slipped out when it touched the clothes. Yes, the bullet slipped away like a loach. At the side, the middle-aged man was only forced to take half a step back by the momentum.

"What are you?"

When the second young master of Fubang let out a cry of curiosity, he quickly raised his gun and pointed it at the opponent's head. The latter had a lot of weird clothes, but his head couldn't be bulletproof. It's just that although he gestured quickly, the middle-aged man moved more quickly. Quickly, taking a step forward, a finger was already on his throat.

Sharp, vicious, and dead!

This is the physical reaction of Fubang's second young master.

The middle-aged man put a black hood on his head, making himself completely transformed into an Afghan woman's attire, forming one with the confused night, and then he took the gun of the Fubon Second Young Master and threw it on the ground, sending out a cold smile: "Master Fubang, I hope you can cooperate with me."

"Get Mr. Conrington out, and you'll be alive.

Fubang's second young master's face was extremely ugly. Only now did he understand the real purpose of the opponent's attack on the garden. It was not for revenge or to kill himself, but to hijack himself in exchange for Clinton and his son. The corners of his mouth kept twitching, but he still remained calm. : "Do you think I can save you?"

The middle-aged man carried Fubang Er Shao into the helicopter. There was no expression on his face, but one could feel that he was smiling: "I believe you can, maybe you will say that the three major families can no longer exert pressure on the U.S. official , will also say that Chu Tian is in the middle and will not release them at all."

He put Er Shao on the seat, tied the latter with seat belts and handcuffs, and then continued to add: "This is all your problem, not my problem. I just want to keep Mr. Clinton safe and sound." Take it away, as for whether the officials and Chu Tian are willing or not, it is up to Master Fubang to work hard."

"Anyway, I just want them to be safe."

The middle-aged man drove the helicopter: "If they are not released before noon tomorrow, I will cut off one of your hands and give it to the government. I will cut one part every hour. Master Fubang must have tasted the pain of losing a hand. I I can tell you that a broken leg is ten times more painful than a broken hand."

The second young master of Fubang was slightly sullen but did not yell at him. He still maintained his proper nobility and dignity. He glanced at the cold middle-aged man, and said with a sarcasm in his voice: "Chutian and the others threw him in, why don't you Are you looking for them? Could it be that persimmons really pick soft ones?"

"Don't worry, I will go to Chutian sooner or later."

The middle-aged man left Fubon Garden in a helicopter, and a sea of ​​flames gradually spread below: "Just for the safety of Mr. Clinton and the others, I still need to control you, Master Fubon. After all, compared to Chutian, three Big families have more influence over the U.S. government."

Fubang's second young master slightly closed his eyes, and snorted softly: "It's nice to say, but in the end, I'm still afraid that I won't be able to beat Chutian."

The middle-aged man shrugged his shoulders, smiled but did not respond.

Half an hour later, sirens sounded throughout New York. Numerous police cars surrounded the Fubon Garden. Anna adjusted the scene with a dignified expression, but after searching within a radius of three kilometers, nothing was found. There were only the bodies of Fubon guards and Bullets all over the floor.

What made Anna's mouth twitch the most was that the corpses seemed to have been cut to death.

"Who did this?"

Anna's face was ugly: "This is too cruel."