Chapter 868

Owen's ancestors only spent some time in Clinton district many years ago, when they successfully turned it into a hell of New York City.

Now, Jin has begun to integrate new York's hidden forces. From the earliest drug trafficking, the business has extended into the industrial chain of smuggling, selling stolen goods, special services, bars and nightclubs, and high-end hotels.

What's more, this guy has also extended his tentacles to major cities all over the country, combining vertical and horizontal, eating and drawing together, increasing market share, manipulating market prices to get more profits.

They're not crazy yet, and they don't want to fight against this kind of bully trend.

But Owen, the eldest, was so mad that he didn't notice the sudden silence of his men. He was still talking about how to get back the glory of his family.

Several of them are on the edge. They can't help but make eye contact with each other. They seem to understand each other's thoughts.

Maybe, in a few days, I can think of the boss position under Owen's ass?

Dead people can't be their boss.

The door of Owen's house was knocked suddenly when the old man was waiting for his death.

The thick iron door made three crisp clangs, and then stopped.

The two bandits guarding the gate raised their guns warily, which was not the signal of the guards outside.

Pause a little for a moment, and then knock three times.

It's just as easy and moderate as a polite person is when he goes to a stranger's house to ask for directions.

Owen waved to the guards in the hall to take out their guns, alert and ready to fire.

When he saw that his men were ready, he made a gesture to the bandit at the door, asking him to open the small window on the door and observe who was coming.

A bandit leaned forward, but saw the guard outside standing behind a man in a hat and a black windbreaker with a gun in his hand.

The man in black only has the lower half of his face in his sight. Under the shadow of the brim of his hat, he can only see the corners of his mouth and his two little moustaches curling up. He seems to be smiling happily.

The bandit was stunned and asked, "Fermi, who is he?"

Fermi, the bandit outside, said with a straight face, "Dirk, he said he was a big client and wanted to talk to the boss himself."

Dirk the bandit in the door: "how can you make him knock at the door?"

Fermi remained adamant: "he said it was more polite."

Decker frowned. "Have you searched him?"

Fermi raised his empty hand and showed off a thick stack of hundred dollar bills: "only this, he said it was a deposit."

Dirk turned his head and looked at Owen: "someone said he wanted to buy something. Fermi searched him. There was only a pile of cash."

Of course, Decker in the small window couldn't see. Fermi had a layer of sweat on his forehead outside the door.

Behind him was Selena, who started the optical camouflage. She was holding his clothes in one hand, and the muzzle of the anesthesia gun in the other hand was against his back heart.

Owen also heard the conversation at the door, hesitated and waved at the gunman.

The bandits spread out a little bit, and the muzzle of their guns fell down, but they did not put them away.

Dirk at the door opened the iron door, stepped back a little, and pointed his gun at the man in black.

The man in black walked into the iron door without panic, and nodded to Dirk on the side: "thank you."

Dexton frowned: it was a real cockney accent! Is this guy here to die?

In my mind, the man in black has passed by him and stepped forward to the women not far away from the sub loading goods. It seems that they are looking at the goods.

Owen was immediately dissatisfied: "who are you? What are you doing here? "

The man in black didn't answer him, but said, "the night gives me black eyes. I don't use them to look for light, but I look down at you little mice in the sewer. Life is so hard. "

It's still the authentic London accent with a poetic rhythm.

Owen: " Good. When I get your eyes out, you'll have black eyes, and the rest of your life will be more difficult. "

Recently, Owen is obviously in high spirits. He can't control his emotions more and more. How can he have time to talk with this guy.

What's more, this guy dares to come to their nest alone in the middle of the night and speak in a cockney accent. Whether he is insane or not, he must die.

Because, Owen, these people are Irish.

As everyone in Clinton knows, they're an Irish gang.

Owen, with a cruel smile on his face, waved his hands up and down to break the guy's hands.

If you don't need a gun, you don't want to be cheap. Owen will torture him to death.

Two bandits grabbed two crowbars and approached them with oppressive steps. They swung the crowbar round and smashed it at the man in black.On Luke's lens, Selena's figure slipped quietly through the door, which means that the beating can start: "violence can also be used to do good things."

While talking, he crossed his hands and leaned down, pulling out two 30 cm long matte knives at his waist under his cloak.

The dim dark shadow disappeared in the air. The two robbers felt their hands were cold and the crowbar flew out uncontrollably.

At the next moment, they screamed, and two tiny red lines appeared on their wrists. A moment later, the blood soaked out of the red lines.

"Shoot him, shoot him." Owen, the leader of the group who has been in Clinton district for many years, has rich experience and quick response, and directly shouted.

Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa!

A series of shots rang out in the hands of the crowd.

But just now, the body of the man in black surrounded by them in the middle of the field was in a flower, and the whole man translated more than 10 meters, and the knife in his hand waved again.

Another gunman dropped his hands and screamed.

"In the face of bad people, we have to use extreme means of violence..."

Magnetic and gentle, as the BBC Documentary's kind of baritone reverberates in the factory building, even the deafening sound of gunfire does not suppress it.

The black matte light knife once again wipes a bandit's hands, even if this person repeatedly retreats, attempts to hide behind the companion.

As a result, Luke passed by him with a wave of his hand, and the fellow bandit's hands drooped and screamed.

"We need to stand up to the power..."

In the voice of words, two Yaguang knives came out, two bandits with rifles strafed through their right shoulders, throwing guns and screaming.

"Strive to eliminate evil and justice..." At Luke's feet, he turns back to the left and right in the air like a ghost without quality. Next time his hands cross into his waist, two matte knives appear in his hands.