boom!
A loud bang came from the central hall, and burst flames broke through the wall, revealing a young man standing with his back to the brick hole.
—It was Hu Zhi.
He raised his hands, unleashing white energy, and punched a burly man nearly two meters tall right through him. Blood spurted out like it was free, and the man's eyes rolled back as he knelt helplessly before Hu Zhi.
Hu Zhi pushed the corpse over with his hand and looked up at the top of the rotating building, where countless clones were jumping around.
Tang Wu was surrounded by seven or eight gang members. Blades pierced his chest and abdomen, but the next second, Tang Wu's entire body turned into smoke and disappeared.
Behind him, more clones rushed forward, each wielding a straight knife, and hacked their way through the entire stairwell.
Corpses rolled down the building like snowflakes.
Hu Zhi sneered, leaped into the air, and punched through the ceiling to reach the second floor, where he joined Tang Wu.
Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the building, Rong Zhen was as hard as iron, surrounded by an electromagnetic field. He was unstoppable, killing anyone who stood in his way. A dozen muscular men with sharp blades rushed at him, but with a bang, Rong Zhen stretched out his body and sent them flying.
The hallway, walls, aluminum doors, and iron tables were all smashed, with debris flying everywhere, leaving a complete mess.
Inside the main hall, Wu Ming, wearing a black overcoat and with his hands in his pockets, strode up and stood at the door. With a clap of his hands, more than a dozen rifles, gleaming brightly, materialized and fired at the door and walls, raining down bullets that riddled the walls with holes.
Blood was flowing freely, and countless people lay on the ground or in chairs inside the room, their chests and abdomens riddled with bullet holes from which blood was still flowing.
Wu Ming acted as if he were in an empty space, because he was surrounded by an electromagnetic field. He slowly pushed open the door, and the bullet holes on the door were still smoking.
The dead man leaning against the chair was just a guard.
A second before firing, Zhang Xu immediately lay down, dodging the hail of bullets.
Even so, he was shot three times in the left shoulder and waist, and was bleeding profusely.
Zhang Xu was on the verge of death. He looked up at Wu Ming, stammering and unable to utter a single word, only managing to raise his hand in a gesture of protest.
Wu Ming said, "I'm sorry, before I came here I promised Zhang Feijun that I would help him eliminate you."
Zhang Xu's pupils constricted, his face filled with terror. "I surrender! I surrender..."
Bang!
One shot fired!
Only a small red spot remained on Zhang Xu's forehead, blood slowly flowing down, and the terrifying appearance on his face was frozen there forever.
Wu Ming turned and left, along with the entire headquarters of the Rising Sun Society, which was completely wiped out by their five-person combat and defense team.
...
30 minutes later.
Wu Ming led his men to the headquarters of the Red Thorn Society, and the same bloody battlefield unfolded once again.
Lan Ke pressed her hands to the ground. The entire three-story building was surrounded by gravel and bricks rising from the ground. It was a corner of the old city, like a small stone hill. No one could see the scene inside, and no one could hear any noise.
The officers of the Old City Self-Defense Force, along with Song Zhiming, the military director of the agency, surrounded the small rocky hill with expressionless faces and indifferent attitudes.
The old man, Song Zhiming, with his hands behind his back, suddenly looked at Lan Ke with extreme politeness: "In this way, they can't escape either."
Lan Ke said calmly, "Like a turtle in a jar, we'll finish this in five minutes."
“Zhang Feijun, Zhang Feijun… he betrayed all his friends.” Song Zhiming sighed.
Zhao Kehan of the Red Thorn Society and Zhang Xu of the Rising Sun Society were both leading representatives of the Triad Society.
Before Qin Che arrived, they worked closely together and even fought against the Scorpion Gang from outside.
But to this day, the two factions of the underworld and the legitimate world, who had been unable to suppress each other for many years and could only shake hands and make peace, were separated by an insurmountable chasm. And this insurmountable chasm was cleaved open by the Awakening Department's Special Psionic Operations Team!
Even the higher-ups, including Advisor Qin, are still sitting in the office of the organization's leader, completely ignoring the matter.
Lan Ke said, “From today onwards, there will only be one society in the Old City, and that is the Falcon Society. The advisor has met with Zhang Feijun and agreed to his request. All of the Falcon Society’s businesses and industries in the Old City will be legal, including addictive drugs, slaves, human trafficking, the export of Old City’s waste, and the smuggling of technological products. He will completely inherit the Triad Society and become its head.”
Song Zhiming frowned and asked, "Is this appropriate?"
Putting everything else aside, the smuggling of technological products is "strictly prohibited" by their old city authorities.
Such a blatant 'legalization' will affect some of the powerful figures who now reside in the old city.
Lan Ke patted the dust off her clothes and laughed, "My clothes are too dirty, so I have to wash them."
Song Zhiming's lips twitched.
What are you trying to cleanse? Eliminate two of the three societies, leaving only one to dominate and become increasingly corrupt?
"But... what can the old city gain?" Song Zhiming asked.
Lan Ke stroked his chin and pondered, "The boss said that since Old City can get the support of Advisor Qin, as well as the industrial cooperation between Sand Castle and West Castle, this deal should also be counted in the synthetic starch account."
vampire……
These three words came to Song Zhiming's mind.
But in reality, he also understood that the business of addictive drugs and slavery, which was 'illegal' yet everyone was doing, could never be completely banned, and no one would care. Not to mention the old city scrap, these three societies started out in this business, which was also a legal business.
But if even technological products have to be moved out, the future industrial transformation and development of the old city will be greatly affected.
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