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

"What...what do you want to know?" Theodore was completely exasperated.

"Snapped!"

Derek slapped him again with his backhand.

He used all his strength in that slap.

Theodore was already cursing under his breath when he was inexplicably slapped again.

Theodore's face swelled up at a visible rate.

I'm giving you one last chance.

"The choice is yours: live or die."

Theodore looked at the men behind Derek who were holding guns.

"You didn't even ask!" Theodore was almost in tears.

Derek glanced at the scorpion beside him and asked, "Didn't I ask?"

Scorpion shook his head, making Derek somewhat embarrassed.

"Ahem... What do you all know?"

Theodore looked at the gunmen behind Derek, then at the corpses and blood on the ground.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!"

"All I know is that you opened containers at the dock and moved out a lot of wooden crates."

"What else did you find out?"

"It's gone! It's really gone!" Theodore cried, his face contorted with despair. "If I had known you guys were this kind of ruthless people, I wouldn't have dared to send anyone over even if I had a hundred lives!"

Derek stood up.

He glanced at the scorpion.

Scorpion understood, picked up his gun, and walked up to Theodore.

"No...don't kill me! I'll give you all my money! I'll give you my territory!" Theodore screamed in terror.

"Bang"

A gunshot rang out.

Theodore now has a bloody hole in his forehead.

His body collapsed.

Derek spat twice and muttered to himself, "Pah, even if we kill you, it'll still be ours, won't it?"

"Clean this place up and take everything of value with you."

"From now on, the tenth block is ours too."

......

Li Ang and Victor were sitting in the nearby cold storage room.

Messages came in one after another.

The Snake Eyes Gang has been wiped out, and the speed of the operation was quite fast, which was something Li Ang had not expected.

But that's just right, because what he needs isn't a mob.

Looking at the anxious Victor, Li Ang didn't know what to say.

From the church, the Rusty Gang, Charlie, to the current Hawkeye organization.

Faces and forces intertwined in his mind, forming a complex web.

He himself, and the fragile "magic gate" he had just established, were at the center of this web.

If you're not careful, you'll be torn to pieces.

Four o'clock in the morning.

The 10th block, an abandoned bowling alley.

The battle was long over.

The strong smell of blood and gunpowder mixed together, irritating everyone's nasal cavity.

Derek directed his men to clean up the scene.

This was the first time he had led a "cleanup".

He tried to imitate Li Ang's calmness and decisiveness, but his trembling hands betrayed his inner nervousness.

"Drag all the bodies to the back! Load them into the truck!"

"Pack up all the valuables—cash, jewelry—it's all in there!"

"Hurry up! Do you want the police to come and collect your bodies?"

He yelled at his men, trying to mask his fear in this way.

The scorpion, however, was much calmer than him.

He led a few trusted men to inspect every corner, making sure no one was left alive.

The cleaning work lasted for nearly half an hour.

All the wealth accumulated by the Snake Eyes Gang was looted.

More than a dozen bodies were stuffed into black plastic bags and thrown into a refrigerated truck.

These bodies, like that spy, will be sent to some corner of the city and become a cold number on the "missing persons" statistics report.

"Boss Derek, it's all taken care of." A thug ran over to report.

The title "boss" gave Derek a strange sense of pleasure.

"Very good." He nodded. "Leave a few men here to keep watch. The rest of you, come back with me."

The convoy returned to the slaughterhouse.

When Derek and Scorpion reappeared before Li Ang, reeking of blood, the sky was already beginning to lighten.

"Boss," Derek said, bowing his head.

"Is it all done?" Li Ang opened his eyes and asked calmly.

"It's done," Derek replied. "The Snake Eyes Gang no longer exists."

Behind him, the thugs who had just experienced a massacre all looked incredibly excited.

Li Ang nodded, offering neither praise nor reprimand.

Victor was still there, having not slept all night, his eyes bloodshot.

He saw Li Ang come in, then looked at Derek and Scorpion following behind him, opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end it turned into a sigh.

He walked up to the pile of ammunition boxes.

"Derek, Scorpion."

"Boss."

"From today onwards, your people will be reorganized into mixed units," Li Ang issued the new order.

"Yes, boss," Scorpion replied without hesitation.

After tonight's events, he has come to a complete understanding of reality.

Following this new boss, although dangerous, is far more promising than guarding a small territory on my own.

"Derek."

"Boss, I'm here."

"You'll be in charge of logistics and territory." Li Ang looked at him. "I don't want any more trouble with the territory left behind by the Snake Eyes Gang, or our own Ninth District."

"You'll have to figure out the money and the people yourself."

I only care about the results.

"Yes, boss!" Derek answered loudly, his face flushed with excitement.

This effectively established Li Ang's dominance over the Ninth and Tenth Districts.

"As for..." Li Ang looked at Victor.

"Come with me."

Li Ang led Victor to a separate room at the very back of the cold storage.

Li Ang placed the ammunition box full of documents on a rusty iron table.

"Now, let's get down to business."

Victor stared at the box, feeling his heart pounding.

"Lee, these things... let's leave them to Charlie," Victor said in a final attempt. "We can't afford to mess with them, we really can't."

"Just because you can't afford to offend them doesn't mean you should stay away from them?" Li Ang retorted.

"From the moment you decided to embezzle the Golden Rust Gang's money until we opened this box, we had no way out."

"Charlie wants weapons, Eagle Snake wants documents."

Leon looked at Victor and said, word by word.

"They can all kill us."

"The only difference is how you want to die."

He picked up a document and carefully reviewed it again.

Buzz... Buzz...

Just then, Li Ang's encrypted phone vibrated.

It was a text message from Derek.

"Boss, something's happened."

The message was short, but Li Ang frowned.

He walked out of the room, where Derek was waiting anxiously.

"What happened?"

"Our men who stayed behind in the tenth block were attacked!" Derek said urgently.

"There are still some members of the Snake Eyes gang who escaped the net, about seven or eight people, and they are not at the bowling alley."

"They just stormed into a bar we had just taken over, injured two of our brothers, and detained one of them."

"They specifically asked you to come over."

Derek's voice carried a hint of panic.

He had just been appointed as the person in charge of the territory, and this mess happened in the blink of an eye.

This is a slap in the face for him, and also for the boss.

"understood."

Li Ang's answer remained calm.

He turned and went back into the room, taking a few things out of the ammunition box.

Victor looked up and saw Leon was tying something to his body.

"Are you going?"

"Otherwise what?" Li Ang retorted. "Do they want them to think that my territory is a place where anyone can run wild?"

He put on a large black trench coat to cover everything.

"Take good care of these documents," Leon said to Victor.

"If I'm not back in an hour, burn them and then run as far away as you can."

Victor looked at Li Ang, opened his mouth, but ultimately only uttered two words.

"I'll go with you."

Leon looked at Victor.

"If you leave, who will look after the house?"

Li Ang pointed to the ammunition box filled with documents in the corner of the room.

Victor looked in the direction he was pointing.

He got it.

The contents inside were hotter than all the weapons in those trucks outside combined.

His battlefield is here.

"You..." Victor's throat was a little dry, "Are you alone?"

"I'm enough on my own."

Victor watched as his oversized black trench coat disappeared into the cold morning mist of the slaughterhouse, opened his mouth, but in the end it only turned into a barely audible sigh.

"careful."

At 4:30 a.m. in Seattle, the city's main streets were deserted, with only traffic lights stubbornly changing colors, alternating between red and green, illuminating the empty intersections.

Li Ang did not drive fast.

His fingers rested on the steering wheel, his gaze fixed straight ahead.

The enhancement of his mental attributes gave him a near-omniscient sense of control over everything around him.

It was a message from Derek.

"Boss, our men are trapped in the bar. There are seven of them, and they all have guns."

Li Ang did not reply.

He turned off his phone screen, turned a corner, and the Dodge entered the 10th Street area.

The atmosphere here is completely different from that of the Ninth District.

He looked at the bar.

The bar's windows were boarded up, leaving only a crack in the door through which dim lights and noisy voices could be heard.

There was no one on guard at the entrance.

An amateurish confidence tinged with foolish self-assurance.

Li Ang pushed open the car door and got out.

The cold wind at dawn ruffled the hem of his trench coat.

He crossed the deserted street and walked toward the door.

As his hand gripped the doorknob, the system's cold notification sounded in his mind.

[Host detected cleaning up the portal, side quest triggered]

[Mission Name: Eliminate the Remaining Evils]

[Mission Objective: The leader's authority is not to be challenged. Crush all scum who dare to challenge your authority.]

[Quest Reward: Magic Points +100]

Li Ang's face was expressionless as he turned the doorknob and pushed open the bar door.

The door hinges made a creaking sound that made your teeth ache.

All eyes were focused on the doorway.

Seven men, each holding a gun, stood scattered throughout the bar.

A young man, his face bruised and swollen, was tied to a chair with a rag stuffed in his mouth. He was one of Derek's thugs.

The leader was a bald man with a burly face and a scorpion tattoo on his neck.

When he saw Li Ang walk in, he was first stunned, then a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

"I thought it was someone else, but it's just a yellow-skinned monkey."

The bald man pointed his shotgun at Li Ang.

"You're their new boss?"

Li Ang's gaze quickly swept across the entire bar.

Seven people.

Five pistols and two shotguns.

The positions were scattered and disorganized.

[The kill threshold: on the verge of death (all bluster and no substance, courting death)]

[The kill threshold: on the verge of collapse (a frightened bird, bluffing)]

......

"Release them," Li Ang said, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Get out of my neighborhood."

The bald man looked like he'd heard the biggest joke ever.

"Your neighborhood?" he laughed maniacally. "Fuck you, this will soon be my territory!"

"I want more than just your territory; I want your goods too!"

"Shoot! Break his leg!" the bald man yelled at one of his men.

The henchman raised his pistol.

But he failed to pull the trigger.

Li Ang made a move.

His figure left an afterimage in the same spot.

Before anyone could react, he had already rushed to the man with the gun.

It's faster than a human.

"Click!"

A crisp sound.

The pistol was lifted upwards by a tremendous force, and the muzzle struck the gunman's own chin.

The man's jawbone was shattered by his own weapon.

He let out a whimper that sounded inhuman, and fell backward.

Before the other person could see everything clearly, his last glance revealed that Li Ang had somehow pulled out his gun.

All I could hear was...

"Bang, bang"

Li Ang drew his Beretta from his waist and fired two shots at the other two.

At the other end of the bar, a man who was about to raise a shotgun had a bloody hole between his eyebrows.

His body swayed, then he fell straight down.

The entire process took only a few seconds.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

"Fuck! Kill him!" The bald man was the first to react. He pulled the bolt of his shotgun and aimed it at Leon, ready to fire.

Li Ang did not dodge.

He grabbed a bar stool next to him and threw it at the bald man.

The heavy solid wood chair whistled through the air like a cannonball.

"boom!"

The bald man was hit squarely by the chair. The huge impact sent him flying backward, gun and all, crashing heavily into the wall with a thud.

The remaining four people finally snapped out of their shock.

They screamed in terror and began firing wildly at Leon.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Bullets and steel balls raged in the cramped bar.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and the wine bottle shattered.

But not a single shot hit the black figure.

Li Ang's figure moved among the bar, tables, and chairs like a ghost.

Each flash was accompanied by a piercing scream.

Gunshots rang out continuously, but the people around the bald man fell one after another.

Less than thirty seconds.

The battle is over.

All that remained was the strong smell of blood and gunpowder.

Several corpses lay in pools of blood, contorted in various positions.

The thug tied to the chair was completely dumbfounded.

His mouth was wide open, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.

Li Ang walked to the wall.

The bald man who was knocked unconscious by the bar stool had just struggled to wake up.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Li Ang standing before him like a demon god.

There were also corpses all over the ground.

"You...you..."

His crotch was instantly soaked.

"My territory, is it a place where anyone can come and run wild?"

The fear in the bald man's eyes had reached its peak.

He wanted to beg for mercy, to speak, but only a "ho ho" sound could be heard from his throat.

Li Ang stood up and pressed the muzzle of his shotgun against the bald man's forehead.

"Who sent you?"

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