The dark and narrow alley was filled with a foul smell, and the only source of light was a flickering street lamp at the intersection.
Reeves leaned against the cold wall, his chest rising and falling slightly, and the bullet marks on his face looked even more hideous in the dim light. Eugene squatted across from him, staring nervously at the alley entrance.
"Brother, I can't go back." Eugene's voice was hoarse after panting. "My crappy place, the cops can get to it in ten minutes. Where should I go next? Find a sewer hole where no one knows where to hide?"
Reeves raised his eyes, but his bottomless eyes reflected no warmth.
"Okay, hide for a few days!" Reeves' voice was low and cold. "Once I find a clue, I'll kill Bill Sterling from the IRS."
"Wha...what?!" Eugene looked up suddenly as if struck by lightning. "Sterling?! Brother, are you crazy?" He almost screamed, then instantly lowered his voice: "Governor Morgan, President Eberhart, Mr. Harold...Oh my God! Three! You poked three big holes in the sky! The whole United States is looking for you! I've already made enough money! Why...why did you bother to provoke that lunatic Sterling?!"
Eugene took a half step forward, beads of sweat dripping down his rough cheeks. "That's the IRS! That's Sterling! He must be under the protection of the Secret Service right now, hiding in the hardest shell of the IRS, with more security around him than the president! If you show your head, you're asking for death, brother! Enough! Really enough!"
Ribs slowly stood up straight, his eyes like knives tempered with ice.
"Enough?" he repeated softly, his voice low, but it pierced Eugene's eardrums like an icicle. "Eugene, have you forgotten who froze all our accounts? Who teamed up with those old dogs at Harold to set us up? And who was the first to massacre us and destroy everything we had in Chicago?!"
His tone suddenly rose, filled with uncontrollable anger: "That old bastard Sterling destroyed everything I've built with my own hands in Chicago over the years. He crushed my wealth, my foundation, my reputation, everything I've built into dust and ashes!"
Reeves turned his head abruptly, his cold eyes fixed on Eugene's panicked face. "If I don't kill him, do you think he'll stop? Do you think that killing Morgan, Eberhard, and Harold will solve the problem? No! As long as Sterling sits on that bloody chair at the IRS, he'll have endless resources and reasons to hunt me down! He started this war, but I must end it with my own hands! This vengeance was established in that reception room in Chicago! It must be avenged! It must be avenged!"
The alley was dead silent, with only the muffled breathing of the two people and the faint sound of sirens in the distance.
Eugene slumped back onto the cold mud, looking at the profile of Reeves in the shadows. He knew the flames of revenge had been completely ignited, and there was no turning back for Reeves.
Reeves withdrew his gaze, returning to a cold calm, but the murderous intent was even more condensed. "Now, it's not a matter of 'should we do it?', but 'how to kill him.' Sterling... must die." He paused, his gaze refocusing on Eugene's face, sharp enough to penetrate his soul. "However, killing him requires some thinking and a different approach."
The shock and dissuasion on Eugene's face had not yet faded. As soon as he said "But brother! Sterling... ", he was stopped by Reeves raising his hand.
Reeves looked at Eugene with a deep, resolute gaze. "Listen, brother," he said in a low, undeniable voice, "you helped me kill Harold and completed all your missions. You did a great job. Without you, I wouldn't have been able to get him out of that shell. I'll remember this favor."
He paused and said, "But the next target, Sterling...you don't have to worry about this. I can do it alone."
"What..." Eugene's pupils dilated, and he wanted to grab Ribs' arm, "Brother! You..."
But Ribbs was quicker.
Even after experiencing a plane crash, explosion, hand-to-hand combat, and shoulder injury, his strong body still has amazing explosive power thanks to the blessing of [Strengthening Physical Fitness].
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around abruptly, like a lone wolf sensing danger, and plunged into the thick darkness deep in the alley without hesitation.
"Brother!" Eugene only had time to let out a short and anxious growl, and his fingers only touched the afterimage left by Ribbs' tattered coat.
"Don't... don't follow me..." From the end of the darkness, a whisper came, almost disappearing in the wind.
Eugene froze in place, his outstretched hand suspended in mid-air, his own frantic heartbeat in his ears.
He knew that Speaker Ribbs had disappeared, walking towards the dead end leading to the abyss without looking back.
…
The winter wind in New York is icy cold, and it feels like a blunt knife cutting across your cheeks.
Ribs once again blended in with the ranks of street vagrants, and his foul-smelling outfit became his best invisibility cloak.
He was like a fallen leaf that no one paid attention to, tossing and turning in the huge cracks of the city.
The target was clear—the IRS building, the heart of Sterling.
After several days of patient observation, coupled with an almost instinctive intuition about the city's structure (perhaps derived from his early years in Chicago), he finally found the "door".
It was not a magnificent gate, nor a heavily guarded back door, but a deep and dark tributary in the city's blood vessels - a municipal sewer inspection port on the edge of an abandoned block, half-covered by rusty iron bars.
By subtly distinguishing the sound of water flow at different times for several consecutive nights, combined with the outline and direction of the IRS building's foundation, he confirmed his crazy speculation: deep inside this huge pipe, it is very likely... that it leads directly to the lowest equipment layer of the IRS!
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