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

The unrest in the city has not subsided; on the contrary, it seems to be escalating.

However, the center of this storm has quietly shifted.

While the scandals surrounding Representative Hall and Project Nightingale remain a topic of discussion in the media and among the public, their popularity is being overtaken by another, more bloody and direct conflict.

Gang warfare.

To ordinary citizens and incompetent police, it was a sudden gang war that swept across several city blocks.

The cause seems to be a newly emerging, mysterious force in the Ninth District, led by a drug addict named Derek, attempting to disrupt the old balance and extend its tentacles into territory that does not belong to them.

This triggered a fierce backlash from the traditional gangs that were based in those areas.

Every morning, sanitation workers find several bodies left behind by the fire in some unknown alleys.

Gunfire, brawls, car chases... these scenes, which were originally only seen in movies, became the main theme of the city after nightfall.

Police are working tirelessly, making record numbers of arrests, but the chaotic situation shows no signs of abating.

No one knew that behind this seemingly chaotic gang war, the real two sides were a motley crew under Li Ang, united by the "Ecstasy Pill" and their fear of death.

Inside Victor's safe house, the air was so oppressive it felt like you could wring water out of it.

Derek and Scorpion sat on the sofa with bruises and swelling on their faces, and several key leaders had also sustained injuries to varying degrees.

"Boss, those guys... those guys are insane!" Derek's voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with terror. "They don't seem to be here to take over territory; they're here to kill!"

Scorpion nodded vigorously, and a fresh cut appeared on the hideous scar on his face.

"They fight with fearless ferocity and perfect teamwork, striking with extreme ruthlessness, every move aimed at vital points. Our men are like babies who haven't been weaned in front of them."

“The strangest thing is,” Victor pushed up his glasses, adding with a grave expression, “we can’t find any trace of this group of people. They seem to have appeared out of thin air, with no files, no past, as clean as a blank sheet of paper.”

"We captured two people alive, but before we could even interrogate them, they bit off the poison hidden in their teeth and died on the spot."

Li Ang listened quietly.

He knew who these people were.

The church's "cleansing" tools.

Those "rescued" by the church from various places included homeless veterans, remorseful criminals, and fanatical believers.

The church gave them new life, brainwashed them, and trained them to be the most loyal and sharpest "blades".

They are the shadows where the holy light cannot reach, and they are specifically responsible for dealing with those "unclean" things that cannot be brought to the light.

In the past, they dealt with disobedient heretics.

Now, they are dealing with Li Ang's "Demon Gate".

"How many people were lost?" Li Ang asked.

"Teams A and B combined have lost more than a third of their personnel." Jack's voice came from the corner, deep and cold. "And that's without them using heavy weapons."

As a training officer for new recruits, Jack felt more sorry for the "rookies" he had trained than anyone else.

Even though those people were once street thugs and scum.

But after intense training and several bloody battles, they have begun to take shape as soldiers.

But now, these hard-won "assets" are being consumed at an alarming rate.

"Boss, we need to think of something," Victor said anxiously. "If this continues, the team we've worked so hard to build will be wiped out!"

"way?"

Li Ang stood up and walked to the window.

Downstairs, a black sedan slowly drove by, with the Sacred Heart Charity's cross emblem printed on the window.

"Haven't we already found a solution?"

Everyone followed his gaze, their faces showing confusion.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the safe house.

Everyone immediately tensed up and pulled out their guns.

"Don't be nervous," Li Ang waved his hand. "They are our distinguished guests."

Victor opened the door with some skepticism.

Standing outside the door was a middle-aged man dressed in a well-fitting suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who looked refined and cultured.

Facing the dark gun barrels in the room, he showed no fear, but instead gave a polite smile.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Li Ang here?"

"I am Bishop Vincent's assistant, and I have come on his behalf to invite Mr. Leon to dinner."

……

at the same time.

In a secret safe house on the outskirts of the city.

Gordon put down the phone, a look of exhaustion on his face.

He has been staying here ever since he was "protected" by the FBI.

His wife and daughter were also moved to another city, where, although it was safe, he experienced another form of imprisonment.

The "Nightingale Project" case has been officially taken over by the FBI.

He, the greatest contributor, has become the most insignificant person.

Every day, detectives in suits would come to him, asking him about the details of the case again and again, making him repeat the testimonies he had already given countless times.

He's like an orange that's been squeezed dry, just waiting to be thrown in the trash.

Just when he was about to be driven mad by this endless repetition, a turning point came.

The newly appointed Bishop Vincent, who is in charge of thoroughly investigating the case, publicly told the media that he hoped to meet with Detective Gordon.

He praised Gordon as "the conscience of the city" and "a warrior against evil," and said the church was willing to provide him with all necessary support, including clearing his name of suspension and allowing him to return to the police force.

This proposal presented a challenge for the FBI agents responsible for his supervision.

Ultimately, after much negotiation, they agreed to the meeting.

The location is set for tonight.

A top-tier private club that is not open to the public.

Gordon looked at the stubble-faced, sunken-eyed man in the mirror and felt a sense of unfamiliarity.

He had no idea what kind of trap awaited him.

But he knew he had to go.

Things became strange because of the arrival of that uninvited guest.

All eyes were on Li Ang, awaiting his decision.

To go or not to go?

This is clearly a trap.

That "priest" named Vincent had just sent his mad dogs to carry out a bloody crackdown on Li Ang's forces; the next day, he sent someone to deliver an invitation to a banquet.

This action, no matter how you look at it, is full of blatant provocation and demonstration.

"Boss, we can't go!" Derek was the first to object. "This is clearly a trap! They've definitely planted people in the restaurant, just waiting for you to walk right into their trap!"

Scorpion chimed in, "Yeah, boss! What's the point of talking to these hypocrites? They killed our men, so we'll retaliate tenfold! Might makes right!"

Most people in the room thought the same way.

In their world, the way to solve problems is simple: violence.

If you can't reach an agreement, then fight.

"Tell Bishop Vincent."

I accepted his invitation.

"What?!"