While in America, the system says Roosevelt was an emperor.

With the Finance Bureau's backing, the major gangs underwent a major reshuffle in the southern and northern constituencies in just one afternoon.

The Bald Gang surrendered, and the Kovic family unified the northern constituency;

The Devil's Stick and the Mother of the Nation split the southern constituency equally, with the Devil's Stick taking more of the port area and the Mother of the Nation taking more of the neighborhood blocks.

With the cooperation of the major gangs and the police, all the smaller gangs that controlled a few streets or communities have completely disappeared.

In the western constituencies, the Razor Party refused to submit, while the Blood Lions sought to seize the opportunity presented by the taxation policy to unify the western constituencies.

The two sides are irreconcilable and could explode at the slightest provocation.

In just one afternoon, dozens of bloody incidents occurred.

The Razor Gang and the Blood Lion Gang engaged in a deadly battle, resulting in a bloodbath.

The main force of the Razor Shields consisted of illegal immigrants from the British Isles, all of whom were willing to risk their lives for money.

The Blood Lion Gang was no less formidable; a bunch of black men didn't value their lives and were willing to become gunmen for ten dollars.

For an entire afternoon, gunfire never stopped in the western constituency.

While the Blood Lions have a positive buff trinket—the Tax Collector skin—they also have a negative buff trinket—the Black skin.

For the police, armed tax collectors are just a temporary skin for the Blood Lion Gang; black is the permanent skin of the black gang.

When the police saw that the person who reported the crime was black, the victim was also black, but the shooter was white, they chose to dismiss the matter.

Despite President Lincoln signing the Emancipation Proclamation, reality is not a game, and a piece of paper can never change the prejudices in people's hearts.

Normally, the black man who filed the report would be treated as a gunman by the police and arrested directly to boost their performance record.

These days, the police turning a blind eye is already a big concession to the finance department.

On the contrary, several newspapers in New York became interested in the gang fight.

Many audacious journalists were more concerned about the shooting than the police. Dozens of journalists, carrying cameras and microphones, roamed around the western constituency, searching for the scene of the shooting.

Even without police assistance, the Blood Lion Gang managed to drive the Razor Gang into a series of defeats.

The quality difference between the two sides' gunmen is too great; one Blood Lions gunman can be exchanged for at least three Razor Gang gunmen.

The Blood Lions' gunmen are all handpicked elites from the North Atlantic, and their physical abilities far surpass those of white gunmen.

The white man was nailed three times and died, becoming a cross.

Even after being shot nine times, the Black man was still able to sing, dance, rap, and release albums with great energy.

I'm talking about you two, Jesus and 50 cents.

Inside the Blood Lion Gang headquarters, boss Moore Jackson sat in the main seat, controlling the overall situation with a group of core members.

A large amount of cash was piled up on the table in the conference room.

Every so often, a young Black man would enter the meeting room and shout to the crowd:

"Report! Michael's team has taken the sixth runway!"

"Sixteen people were killed or injured."

"Report! Boss William's men have wiped out the 18th block!"

"Three casualties."

"Report! Boss Jack's gunman has been taken down..."

Whenever someone came in to report good news, Moore would take a sum of money from the table and hand it to the corresponding foreman.

By directly paying money, the Blood Lion Gang has no shortage of gunmen.

Black men willing to be gunmen for money could line up from New York to London, and even Black mermaids would have to queue at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.

Hearing the continuous stream of good news, Moore was overjoyed.

But he failed to notice a detail: in all the gunfights, the other side seemed to have little ability to resist.

If it were Tom, he could keenly notice this detail and deduce—

The opposing side had no leader at all, nor any of the well-known veteran executors or executioners of the Razor Gang.

So where did the elite members of the Razor Party go?

They all went to ambush Tom.

Tim's ability to become the leader of the Razorfen Downs while simultaneously maintaining his identity as an English spy was all thanks to his quick wit.

Tim understood that wiping out the Blood Lions in this war would be pointless.

Without the Blood Lion Gang, there will be the Blood Tiger Gang, the Moon Lion Gang, the Sun Lion Gang...

As long as Tom, who is behind the scenes, lives, the war will never end.

If the fight drags on, the Razor Party has even less chance of winning.

Tim also knew that the U.S. federal government was far more powerful than the English government, and if the Razor Daggers wanted to maintain their foothold in America, they had to kill only the ringleader Tom and not implicate innocent civil servants.

Even if Dennis wasn't hurt, the U.S. federal government wouldn't let the Peaky Blinders off the hook if they killed too many Treasury Department employees.

Therefore, the Razor Gang could not storm into the Finance Bureau and wreak havoc.

Tim's plan was to block Tom's car with more cars when Tom and Dani got off work together, forcibly separate Dani and Tom, kidnap Tom, and take him to the wilderness to be executed alone.

So, upon receiving the news that Tom was going to work, Tim immediately led all his elite troops to lie in ambush near the Finance Bureau.

As for the Peaky Breasts' territory, Tim didn't care at all. As long as the core members and money were still there, he could make a comeback at any time.

The Finance Bureau is located next to the City Government, the City Court, and the City Council, so Tim can't openly block Tom's way in front of the Finance Bureau.

According to my underling's tip, Denise's house is north of the Finance Bureau.

So Tim led most of the men to block the northern intersection, waiting for Tom and Denise to arrive.

The rest of the people were scattered at other intersections to help intercept Tom's vehicle.

At 6:10 PM, Tom, who had wasted a lot of time unlocking the CG, led Denise out of the Finance Bureau, becoming one of the last people to leave.

As soon as Tom stepped outside, he sensed something was wrong.

Across the street from the Finance Bureau is Central Park, and Tom immediately noticed that there were fewer homeless people today.

On his usual way home from get off work, Tom would see at least a dozen homeless people.

Today, Tom only saw one or two people fast asleep on the benches; there were far too few homeless people.

Something unusual must be going on.

Anyone who has lived in America knows that homeless people, like wild animals, have an extraordinary sense of danger.

If a region experiences a significant disappearance of homeless people, it's either a scene of gunfights or a pharmaceutical company making arrests.

In short, America has a homelessness index:

Too much traffic indicates a region's economic decline, but too little traffic indicates a region is in extreme danger.

Tom grabbed Diane's arm and, under Diane's questioning gaze, stood at the entrance of the Finance Bureau, looking left and right.

In just a few glances, Tom noticed that there were more than thirty cars parked unusually on the north side of the road.

Not only in the north, but also in the south, several cars were parked on the roadside.

It's rush hour now, and normally there aren't any cars parked on the side of the road.

A math problem popped into Tom's head, and his IQ of 5.0 started calculating like crazy.

It is known that during rush hour, the probability of a car being parked on the side of the road is 24.25%;

The probability that two cars are parked is 34.68%.

The probability of three cars stopping is 17.24%...

Therefore, the probability of thirty-odd cars parking naturally at the same time today is 0.0000350234%.

Impossible, absolutely impossible, it could not have stopped naturally.

Combined with the unusual decrease in homeless people, Tom immediately guessed the reason:

"Fuck! Tim's brought the Razorfen Downs to fight me to the death!"