As the busiest port city in the Western Hemisphere, Los Angeles' docks are also not peaceful at night.

The shore was brightly lit, a huge cargo ship was docked at the port, and the cranes were working as usual under the lights as if it were daytime, constantly loading and unloading container cargo from the cargo ship.

At this moment, the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds and heavy rain poured down.

Seeing this, the crane accelerated the loading and unloading of containers in the heavy rain.

But the assassins who were patrolling with live ammunition not far away were not so calm.

A black-haired man wearing a bulletproof vest and an M11 submachine gun hanging around his neck pushed open the door and led three gunmen, who were also armed and wearing bulletproof vests, into a temporary house converted from several containers.

There were three people in the house, two of whom were bodyguards wearing bulletproof suits, and the remaining one was the organizer of the operation, the current Las Vegas killer agent Fergie Swann.

At this moment, Ferg Swan was carefully maintaining his gun under the light.

The black-haired man pushed the door open, saluted, and then said, "Sir, the message has been delivered."

Ferg Swan once served in the Marine Corps. After retiring, he returned to Las Vegas to help his father. Many of his confidants were brothers who came to him after retiring, so he always maintained his military habits.

Hearing the black-haired man's words, Ferg Swann did not look up. While wiping his pistol, he said in a low voice: "Very good, then we just have to wait for that bastard to take the bait himself - how about that Englishman, is he still alive?"

The black-haired man shook his head and said, "Not yet, sir. But now that it's raining heavily, I'm worried that he may not last a few nights."

Hearing this, Ferg Swan finally stopped what he was doing, raised his head, and said calmly: "If he can't hold on any longer, let him die. Anyway, as long as we have his body, we'll be able to hook that guy sooner or later..."

Before he finished his words, several hurried shouts were heard outside the container, followed by several gunshots.

Ferg Swan stood up suddenly, looked at the black-haired man, and said in a deep voice: "Go out and take a look!"

"yes!"

The black-haired man gripped his submachine gun tightly and rushed out of the room with his three men.

Ferg Swan held the pistol, loaded the magazine, and said to the two bodyguards, "You go too."

The two bodyguards nodded, drew their guns, and walked out the door.

After a while, the gunshots outside the container became more and more rapid, and there were occasional screams.

Fergus Swan paced back and forth holding a gun, his face changing from gloomy to bright.

He really wanted to go out and take a look, but he was afraid that the other party was coming for him.

"Who is it, those Russians or those damned gypsies?"

Ferg Swan gritted his teeth and racked his brains to guess the identity of the visitor.

But no matter how he thought about it, he never considered the possibility that the person coming was Li Yun.

After all, Li Yun was just a lone wolf killer, and judging from the density of the gunshots outside the container, it was obviously more than one person. It was very likely that some force wanted to take the opportunity to kill him and then put the blame on Li Yun, who was hunting him.

Thinking of this, Ferg Swan felt a little regretful that he should not have come here in person.

At this moment, a rocket tore through the rain curtain, whistling towards us and hitting the container next to it.

"boom!"

The violent explosion was accompanied by a shock wave.

Fergus Swan felt as if the earth was shaking and he quickly spread his legs to steady himself.

When the aftermath dissipated, the gunfire outside the container gradually subsided.

Ferg Swan kicked the long table in front of him, hid behind the table, clenched his pistol, and had a bad premonition in his heart.

It had been such a long time, and none of his men had come in to report the situation to him, which meant that the battle situation outside was not optimistic, and his men might have already fled in all directions.

Soon, footsteps were heard outside the container.

At this time, Ferg Swan calmed down, gripped his pistol tightly, and quietly looked out the door.

Under the illumination of the light above the container, swaying figures appeared outside the door.

Ferg Swan raised his pistol and calmly aimed at the door, waiting for someone to enter.

At this moment, the wall made from containers behind him suddenly exploded.

The shock wave hit Ferg Swan's back without any hindrance, knocking him flying, and carrying him to the long table in front of him, and then flew straight to the concrete floor outside the door.

“Puff——”

Fergus Swan spat out a mouthful of blood and felt his internal organs shaking. His whole body was sore, numb, and weak.

Just then, a black car drove slowly and stopped in front of him.

A middle-aged man in a suit pushed the door and got out of the car, opened a black umbrella, and respectfully opened the back door.

“Pah—”

A pair of black leather shoes stepped out from the back seat and landed on the water-filled ground.

Ferg Swan gritted his teeth and struggled to get up, wanting to see who had fallen into his hands.

But before he could fully stand up, a military boot stepped hard on his back.

“Crack—”

There was a faint sound of bones breaking, and Fergus Swan felt a pain in his back and quickly lost consciousness.

Li Yun took off his helmet, pointed a black pistol at Ferg Swan's head, and sneered, "Mr. Swan, you never thought that we would meet again in this way, right?"

“…”

Not getting a response, Li Yun frowned and was about to continue speaking when he was interrupted by Lin Zhongtian.

"Alright, alright, the guy has fainted, and you're still talking to yourself..."

Lin Zhongtian was speechless and walked towards Li Yun. Vlad followed closely behind him holding a black umbrella.

When he arrived in front of the unconscious Ferg Swan, Lin Zhongtian squatted down, stretched out his hand and lifted up his head. On the surface, it seemed that he was checking whether the other party was really unconscious, but in fact he was controlling the gray fog to browse through the other party's memory.

Soon, Lin Zhongtian stood up thoughtfully.

No wonder these killer brokers are so eager to protect their own interests. It turns out that the market they control is quite large. The income they get from the organization every year is no less than that of a top killer, or even more.

Not only that, through this method, they can gather people and funds at a very fast speed.

Take Fergie Swann and his father as examples. Relying on their identities as killer intermediaries and the special characteristics of Las Vegas, the forces under his command are no less powerful than the Russian gangsters in the first John Wick film.

However, this time, Ferg Swan was doing things across states, and all preparations were made in a hurry. All the men were still in Las Vegas. He only had seven or eight confidants and the army sent by other colleagues. They were not united and had no coordination, so they were easily dealt with by Lin Zhongtian.

In comparison, Lin Zhongtian is a local, and he has both money and connections.

This time he didn't even have to take action himself, and he easily wiped out Ferg Swan and his army.

No wonder the ancients always said that a strong dragon cannot defeat a local snake...

Lin Zhongtian sighed inwardly.

At the same time, an old Chinese man came over holding an umbrella, followed by four fully armed strong men.

Seeing this, Lin Zhongtian turned around, stretched out his hand to the old man, and said with a chuckle: "Thank you, Mr. Liu, for your help!"

Old Liu smiled and shook hands with Lin Zhongtian, saying in half-familiar Mandarin: "As it should be, we are all family. Zuo Sheng's affairs are Hongmen's affairs. I am also very pleased that you are willing to contact Hongmen like your grandfather, unlike your father..."

When he said the last sentence, Mr. Liu seemed a little angry and blurted out something in Cantonese.

Lin Zhongtian stopped him immediately and said sternly: "A son should not criticize his father's faults. Please be careful with your words, Mr. Liu."

Old Liu reacted and said quickly, "Sorry, sorry, I was abrupt, I hope Zuo Sheng will not take it as an offense."

Lin Zhongtian smiled and shook his head, saying in a friendly manner: "It's okay. We are all in the same city, so we should help each other. In the future, our two families should visit each other more often and get closer!"

"That's right, that's right!"

Old Liu laughed heartily and looked at Lin Zhongtian with admiration in his eyes.