Sentinel

Chapter 10 Come to visit
As night falls to the city, the gorgeous lights are like torches, illuminating the bustling and noisy steel forest. Even though it is already two o'clock in the morning, the city center with dense high-rise buildings and crowds is still a lively scene of singing, dancing and feasting. scene.

The slums where homeless people and low-level people gather are another scene. Dilapidated and old apartment buildings, as well as hippies and blacks wandering on the streets, if you go deeper, you can also see some scantily clad, posing Street girls, and gang members in groups of three or four, this place is full of drugs and crimes, a dark place where the light of law cannot shine.

"Which one is Rasul?"

Wearing a leather jacket, Sean came to the slums and entered an old apartment with a sense of age. The moment he opened the door and walked into the room, he couldn't help frowning. The smell of cigarettes, beer and marijuana drugs mixed into a weird smell, which makes people sick.

The room was filled with noisy voices. Everyone was doing their own thing, taking drugs, sleeping, and playing games. They didn't seem to notice that someone came in at all, so Sean had to increase the volume and ask again.

"I'm Rasul, don't you see my full boobs?"

A girl with scantily dressed heavy makeup stood up, looked at the young boy who entered the room, bent slightly to tease him.

Sean glanced at it, then looked at the heavily made-up face again, showing no interest at all, "I want to ask Mr. Rasoul about something."

"Ask me about something? Do you want to know which street your mother does business? Or is it that you can't find your way home? Hahaha!"

Amidst the laughter, a black man with dreadlocks stood up and looked at Xiao En, who looked like a student, with no kindness in his eyes.

"Oh, you are Rasul." Sean narrowed his eyes, "I just wanted to ask you about Frank D'Amico, but now you have to pay a little price for your inappropriate words and deeds."

The young boy's words caused laughter in the room again, and those vicious black men stood up one after another, as if staring at a little lamb that had strayed into a pack of wolves.

"This is not a school, no teachers and parents will come to save you, little guy!"

The black man named Rasul picked up the dagger on the table and gestured menacingly. He was looking forward to waiting for the pitiful appearance of this little guy peeing his pants after being scared.

"One, two, three, four... well, except for this lady dressed like a street girl, there are six people in total." Sean counted the number of people in the room, "I actually don't like to use violence. "

As soon as the words fell, a big black man with an irritable personality rushed forward, as if he couldn't wait to teach Sean a lesson. The young boy stepped back half a step, and twisted the other's arm at a faster speed. The skin was broken, and a stream of blood gushed out, splashing on the floor and sofa.

Ignoring the painful screams, Xiao En was like strolling in the courtyard, knocking down opponents who rushed forward one by one while walking casually, but in just half a minute, all but With fear on her face and an unbelievably exposed girl, only Rasul was left standing. This black man who was so arrogant just now was holding a dagger tremblingly, his legs trembling involuntarily, as if he would pee his pants at any time.

"I just want to ask you about some things, why do you always make it so complicated?"

Sean slowly approached the black Rasul, while the other party retreated step by step, until he got close to the corner, this guy finally screamed and swung his dagger at the young boy because of the growing fear in his heart!
Click.

A crisp sound sounded, and Rasul's arm was broken like chopsticks. The young boy who looked like a devil held the dagger he had snatched from him, and said with a smile: "I told you before, you have to fight for your own There is a small price to pay for inappropriate words and deeds.”

After finishing speaking, Sean stabbed the dagger into the black Rasul's thigh without blinking, "Next is the quiz time, I will ask you to answer, if the answer satisfies me, I don't mind before leaving Call an ambulance for you."

A few minutes later, Sean got the news he wanted and left directly through the fire escape stairs through the window. However, on the top floor of the building hundreds of meters away, someone had a panoramic view of what happened just now through the scope of a sniper rifle.

"Dad, someone got ahead of us and settled those guys." The little girl in a purple wig said excitedly.

The heavily armed ex-cop Damon had a serious expression on his face. Could it be that someone, like him, was eyeing that damned bastard Frank D'Amico?

"Let's follow up and see what he is going to do?" The middle-aged man with a Bartley heavy sniper rifle followed him all the way up with his daughter.

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"Fack! Do you know what time it is?!"

Frank D'Amico yelled into the phone angrily. Anyone who was woken up from the bed at two or three o'clock in the middle of the night would not feel too happy.

"Frank, something is wrong, Rasul was arrested by the police!"

Frank's confidantes reported what happened tonight, several dens were taken away, and now the police station is full of drug dealers, all of whom belong to the hardcore members of Frank's gang.

"It means that almost all of my men have been captured? And a large amount of goods have been lost? Am I now the most bullied person on the West Coast?!"

Frank roared angrily. He had never been provoked like this before. As the leading drug lord on the West Coast, even the police chief had to give himself some face.

"Tell me who that bastard is? I'm going to see his head on my desk tomorrow morning!"

Frank smashed the bedside phone. This gangster drug lord is already furious. If this kind of thing happens frequently in the future, who will do business with him? Losing the channel for smuggling goods will be fatal to him strike!
Without the huge profits from the drug business, what would he use to support a large number of people under him? The boss of the gangster sounds extremely powerful, but in fact he relies on profit to support him, otherwise there would be so many people who work hard for him.

"Better not let me catch you, bastard! Otherwise, I will definitely make you regret being born in this world!"

Frank was wearing pajamas and poured a glass of whiskey from the wine cabinet. Looking at the bustling night scene outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, his anger and panic gradually subsided. He was just a little guy hiding in a dark corner, and he did not pose any threat to him. The outside world announced a high-priced reward, and soon someone took the other party's head to claim the reward.

Frank, who has been through the storm, drank the liquid in the cup in one gulp, with a contemptuous smile in his eyes. There are many people who have tried to kill him for so many years, but in the end they were poured into concrete pillars and thrown into the river to feed the fish !

Bang bang bang!
A series of gunshots awakened the pensive Frank. He picked up the phone on his desk, "Can't you let me be quiet tonight?"

"I'm afraid not, Mr. Frank D'Amico. I said I would come and visit you myself."

A young man's voice came from the other end of the phone with a faint smile: "Don't worry, we will meet soon."

　Mengxin asks for tickets and collects (*ω)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)