What the hell is the "kill line" when you're in America?

Night swallowed the lights of 13th Street.

Li Ang's figure moved through the shadows of the buildings, like a ghost without a physical form.

The first target was a 24-hour self-service laundromat.

According to Derek's intelligence, a gang member known as "Skinny Monkey" likes to trade here.

Li Ang pushed open the glass door.

The humming of the washing machine drowned out everything else.

Skinny Monkey was leaning against a dryer, talking to a heavily made-up woman.

His hands roamed restlessly over the woman's body.

Li Ang walked up behind him.

The skinny monkey sensed something and turned around.

He saw Li Ang's face and those emotionless eyes.

He wanted to shout.

Li Ang moved even faster.

His hand, like an iron clamp, gripped the skinny monkey's neck.

There was a crisp "snap" sound.

The skinny monkey's body went limp.

The woman next to her covered her mouth, her eyes wide with horror.

Li Ang glanced at her.

The woman's legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground.

Li Ang ignored her and turned to walk out of the laundry room.

[Slay successful, gain 5 Magic Points]

The second target was on the third floor of an abandoned parking lot.

Derek said that three people liked to gather there to use drugs.

Li Ang walked up the stairs.

He heard suppressed laughter and heavy breathing.

The three people sat together, with a simple curling stone in the middle.

Li Ang emerged from the shadows.

"Who?"

One of them looked up alertly.

He saw Li Ang, and he also saw the Beretta in Li Ang's hand.

"Bang!"

Li Ang fired the shot.

The bullet pierced precisely between the man's eyebrows.

The remaining two were terrified and frantically reached for the knife hidden at their waists.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two more shots were fired.

The parking lot returned to silence.

Li Ang stepped forward and took half a packet of inferior powder from one of the corpses.

He sprinkled the powder onto the curling stone between the three of them.

When the police arrive, they'll just think it's a case of double-crossing.

[Slay successful, gain 15 Magic Points]

Li Ang glanced at the system notification but didn't linger.

He's like an efficient cleaner, clearing away the city's trash.

In less than an hour, the seven people on Derek's list became seven corpses.

They died in different places, in different ways.

Some had their necks broken, some were shot dead, and some suffered cardiac arrest after being injected with an overdose of drugs.

No valuable clues were left at the scene.

Li Ang handled it very cleanly.

After doing all this, he returned to the vicinity of the "Den of Jackals" bar.

It's time to deal with those two professional shooters.

Instead of going near the bar, Li Ang climbed onto the rooftop of the apartment building across the street.

This is an excellent sniping spot.

But he didn't have a sniper rifle.

He simply lay quietly on the edge of the rooftop, observing everything in the bar.

The two guards at the bar entrance were still smoking.

Inside the bar, the music was deafening.

The guests were dancing wildly on the dance floor, unaware that their protective shields were being removed one by one.

Li Ang was very patient.

He waited for almost an hour.

Finally, a man dressed in a black tracksuit walked out of the bar.

He didn't greet anyone and walked straight to the alley next to him, seemingly to relieve himself.

Li Ang came down from the rooftop and quietly went over.

The man noticed the movement behind him and turned around abruptly.

His hand was already reaching for his waist.

But Li Ang's movements were much faster than his.

Li Angyi precisely struck his wrist.

The man winced in pain and dropped his pistol.

The next second, Li Ang's knee slammed into his abdomen.

The man clutched his stomach, trying to yell.

Li Ang grabbed him by the throat and pinned him against the wall.

"Who sent you?" Li Ang's voice was cold.

The man coughed violently, his face turning a deep liver color.

He looked at Li Ang, his eyes filled with horror.

"It's...it's Marcus..."

"He made a deal with the Iron Fist Gang," the man said with difficulty.

"Iron Fist Gang?" Li Ang repeated.

He had never heard of this name before.

However, that's not important.

"How many of you came?"

"Just...just the two of us..."

"And the other person?"

"In...in a bar..."

Li Ang obtained the information he wanted.

He let go.

The man collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

He thought he had escaped a disaster.

Li Ang picked up the pistol from the ground, pointed it at his head, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang."

The sound was muffled.

Li Ang dragged the body deeper into the darkness of the alley.

He picked up the walkie-talkie from the deceased's body.

"Hawkeye, what's going on?" another man's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

Li Ang did not answer.

He simply pressed the call button and whistled softly into the other end.

Inside the bar, another man in black's expression changed.

He immediately got up and strode towards the back door.

When he rushed into the alley, all he saw was his companion's still-warm body.

"Fuck!"

He immediately raised his gun and cautiously scanned his surroundings.

The alley was deserted.

Only the homeless man lying in the garbage dump turned over and started snoring.

He slowly approached his companion's body.

Just as he crouched down, preparing to examine the body.

In the darkness above his head, a figure descended like a ghost.

Li Ang's legs, like a pair of scissors, tightly gripped his neck.

The man didn't even have time to utter a cry of alarm before his neck was instantly broken.

Li Ang spread his legs and descended from the sky, landing steadily on the ground.

He glanced at the two corpses on the ground, his eyes calm.

The Iron Fist Gang?

He doesn't care.

Now, it's Marcus's turn.

Li Ang did not use the main entrance.

He climbed up the fire escape ladder to the roof again.

The windows on the second floor of the bar were boarded up.

Li Ang pulled out a crowbar and pried open a gap in just a few seconds.

He slipped inside.

The second floor is a warehouse, filled with boxes of liquor.

He could hear the loud music playing downstairs.

He went down the stairs silently.

At the end of the stairs is the bar area.

Li Ang saw Marcus.

The obese man was sitting in a booth, with two women in his arms, and the table was covered with bottles of liquor and banknotes.

He seemed to be in a good mood.

Li Ang did not act immediately.

He walked to the bar and, like any other customer, ordered a whiskey.

The bartender glanced at him but didn't ask any further questions.

Li Ang, holding his wine glass, slowly walked towards Marcus's booth.

He walked very steadily, and the ice cubes in his glass didn't even make a sound.

Just as he passed a corner, a figure suddenly bumped into him.

"Hey buddy, watch where you're going!"

He was a young man reeking of alcohol, his eyes unfocused and his steps unsteady.

It's Jamal.

He appeared to have just come out of the restroom.

Jamal saw Li Ang, paused for a moment, and then gave a contemptuous smile.

"Hey, isn't this my brother's idiot friend?"

"What? You're here to have fun too?"

Jamal's gaze swept over Li Ang, then turned to Marcus not far away.

His expression changed instantly.

He saw Li Ang's calm eyes and the faint smell of blood on him.

"What...what do you want to do?" Jamal's voice trembled slightly.

"You're just like my brother, a complete idiot."

Jamal suddenly pointed at Li Ang's nose and shouted angrily.

"Who do you think you are? A savior? What do you think you can change?"

Li Ang's gaze finally fell on Jamal.

That's the sentence.

He got it.

It was Jamal who led Marcus to Mike.

"So it was you," Li Ang said calmly.

Jamal reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly bristling with anger.

"So what if it's me?" He pulled a switchblade from his waist.

"I want him dead! That bastard! He ruined everything I had!"

Li Ang shook his head.

He had intended to let Jamal off the hook.

Now it seems unnecessary.

Li Ang made a move.

Jamal felt a blur before his eyes, followed by a sharp pain in his wrist.

The switchblade fell to the ground.

The next second, Li Ang's gun was already pressed against his forehead.

The music in the bar was so loud that no one noticed the conflict taking place in that corner.

"Bang!"

Li Ang fired the shot.

The bullet missed Jamal's head, but pierced his knee.

Jamal screamed and fell to his knees.

Li Ang did not stop.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

He fired three shots at Jamal's limbs.

Jamal lay in a pool of blood like a lump of mud, emitting a beast-like wail.

The gunshots finally drowned out the music.

People in the bar screamed and scattered.

Marcus was so frightened that he rolled off the sofa.

Li Ang ignored the fleeing guests.

He walked up to Jamal, who was on the verge of death.

"Why...why..." Jamal looked at him, his eyes filled with resentment and confusion.

He didn't understand that he was clearly the victim.

"Mike...that idiot...he always tries to save me..."

"Why...why does he get to live such a good life..."

Jamal continued to curse Mike.

Li Ang didn't waste any more words with him.

He raised his gun and aimed it at Jamal's forehead.

"Bang."

The world is quiet.

Li Ang pulled a pistol from the waist of a dead gang member.

He wrapped it in a tablecloth and placed it in Jamal's still warm hands.

Then he walked toward the fat man who was trembling under the bar.

......

Li Ang returned to his apartment in the 14th block.

There was no blood on him.

Catherine and Mike were both awake.

Upon seeing him return, Mike immediately stood up.

"Li! My brother... I have to go find my brother!" Mike was somewhat agitated.

He was very worried.

Li Ang looked at him calmly.

"You don't need to look anymore."

Jamal is dead.