Chapter 465

D31 street, crown District, Newley.

Crown district is the largest and the most backward district with the worst public security situation in Newley. It is inhabited by millions of immigrants. There are many gangs. Crimes such as murder, shooting, robbery, theft, contraband trafficking and smuggling have never been stopped.

So late at night, the streets and alleys in crown district are basically empty. Basically, all shops are closed. Only a few gangsters are still wandering and can't see any other pedestrians.

Apart from the siren in the distance, it seemed very quiet here.

But the silence was soon broken by the low roar of the engine. One after another, black armored vehicles drove into d31 street, as if it were a torrent.

Several criminals hiding on the street corner were frightened. They ran away and disappeared into the nearby alley under the cover of night, like rats chased by wild cats.

Several armored vehicles stopped in front of a bar on d31 street, and the cars behind followed closely.

The building where the bar is located is a total of six floors high. It looks like a building a hundred years ago. It looks very dilapidated due to the lack of maintenance and repair for a long time.

On the outer wall of the terrace on the second floor, there is a crooked sign with the neon words "old man" on it on and off, which may collapse at any time.

The old man's bar is the only place on the street that is still open.

The orange light was transmitted through the glass pane on the gate, casting mottled marks on the sidewalk.

A dozen armored vehicles lined up and soon blocked the road in front of the bar.

With the sound of the rotation of mechanical gears, the top cover of the armored vehicle was lifted, automatic turrets were raised, and the black muzzle was aimed at the old man's bar, a posture like a great enemy.

Then, a heavily armed SWAT jumped out of the armored vehicle. Wearing helmets, bulletproof vests and assault rifles, they quickly broke into the building where the bar was located.

From the second floor to the sixth floor of the building are residential houses. Most of the people living inside are immigrants. They slept best at two or three o'clock in the morning. As a result, they were awakened by bursts of rude knocking on the door.

"NYPD, open the door!"

The newlett police knocked on the door like a ferocious spirit and made all the residents evacuate immediately with an indisputable tone. They were like a ferocious cat breaking into a rat's nest, destined to become a nightmare for many people.

Bang! Bang!

Gunfire broke out in the building.

It was not the special police who were evacuating residents, because the assault rifles they were equipped with were equipped with high-standard silencers, and the gunfire was not so loud at all.

“Shit!”

Max Carter, the operation commander standing next to an armored vehicle, cursed severely. All kinds of noise were coming from the headphones he was wearing.

There are several gang members in this building, who are probably wanted, so they misunderstood the police evacuation and took out weapons to fight with the special police at the door.

There is no need to say more about the fate of these fools. They are facing the most elite special combat team members in newlyland, including powerful extraordinary people.

Just in this way, the target in the bar must be disturbed. If the other party breaks through now

Max Carter felt numb when he thought about it and scolded the boss who made the plan in his heart - he simply didn't take the lives of his subordinates seriously!

He can only hope that the reinforcements of steel wing will arrive soon.

At this moment, in the old man's bar, the atmosphere is still very calm, like another world.

There was only one guest, sitting in front of the bar and drinking.

The bartender was an old black man with gray hair, wiping his glass.

When the gunshot sounded from the building, he couldn't help frowning. The drinker in front of him said, "Sir, it's very late. We're closing. It's time for you to go home. Do you need me to call a taxi for you?"

This is a kind reminder. Although the gunshot has long been a part of life for the old black man who has lived in the crown area for decades, his intuition tells him the danger exists.

For the safety of this pleasant looking guest, the old black man was willing to call a reliable driver.

"Thank you."

Zuo Yi smiled and said, "but I don't need it for the time being. Please give me another glass of whisky."

After completing the "cleaning" of pritchy manor, Zuo Yi returned to Newley city. Because of his sensitive identity, he didn't stay in a hotel, but casually found a remote bar and planned to deal with it until dawn.

Wayne Leslie died. The Leslie family owner, the stick bearer of the Council of true knowledge, committed suicide and blasted his head with a large caliber pistol in his study.

He obviously wanted to keep all the secrets, but Zuo Yi came in time and sealed his soul with a soul gem before it belonged to the Styx river.

The next search was also fruitful. At the same time, Zuo Yi killed hundreds of Leslie family members who were judged to be evil camp, basically destroying the famous family.

In the process, St. George never appeared again.

Originally, I thought it was over. Unexpectedly, someone came to the door - of course, Zuo Yi couldn't hide what was happening outside.

The old black bartender gave him a deep look, picked up the bottle and poured him a glass of whisky.

"Thank you."

Zuo Yi took out a stack of US dollar bills and threw them on the bar: "this is the wine money for tonight."

The old black man was stunned: "too much."

The banknotes are of the largest denomination. This stack is $10000, which is almost his income for three months.

Two or three drinks at most are enough for Zuo Yi.

"More is a tip."

Zuo Yi waved his hand: "thank you for staying with me so late."

This is only a small part of the spoils he seized tonight. In addition to a large number of US dollars, there are hundreds of gold bars and gold bricks.

Zuo Yi plans to donate this wealth to help some people in need.

At that time, in the sadea world, he did a lot of things to rob the evil and help the good. His faith was worth brushing.

"You are such a generous guest."

The old black bartender accepted the generous gift with a smile. He put the money in the drawer, thought about it and said, "I used to be a singer. Let me sing you some songs."

Zuo Yi snapped his fingers: "good!"

The old black bartender took off an old guitar hanging on the wall. He sat on the stool, adjusted the pitch, and then plucked the strings.

He began to sing: "I left my beautiful hometown and came to this black city. I thought I could find my dream. I didn't expect that the reality was so cruel. A warm heart was crushed by ruthless vehicles..."

In the old black bartender's song full of vicissitudes and sadness, the door of the bar was quietly pushed open.

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