America? No, it's the warp!

Belltown, a man-made area of ​​Seattle, is flat and its straight streets divide it into a perfect grid.

The westernmost point is the seaside pier, where seaborne cargo arriving in Seattle from the Salish Sea would land.

Located in the western part of the city is the famous Seattle Olympic Sculpture Park, which features a large lawn by the sea, giant steel sculptures, and a long, deserted walkway, suitable for rendezvous, body disposal, assassinations, and the like...

As you drive into Belle, you can see a woman waving to pedestrians on the roadside every three buildings. If it weren't for the approaching winter, they would probably be wearing bikinis.

Every three women, you can see a black man peering out of the alleyway; they all have some blue elements on them.

If a customer gets into a conflict with one of the girls, they rush out to let everyone know that the girls are protected by the limping gang.

Normally, these situations would be perfectly normal, but things are different now.

According to Eddie's account of the peace agreement with the Crippled Gang, the territory of Bell Town would also be ceded.

The crippled gang might not leave so quickly; they might still be plotting something in secret, but it's absolutely impossible for them to continue their old business here.

Eddie would never allow it.

Things were a bit strange, but Logan had important things to do, so he put this question aside for now.

The straight-line distance from the westernmost part of Belle to Pioneer Square is only two kilometers.

But today was unlucky; there was a traffic jam on the road, and several thugs from the Limpy Gang's outposts had gathered together, constantly glancing towards the truck, plotting something.

For the gang's Black members, such a truck full of goods was a treasure chest beckoning to them.

Logan gripped his revolver, staring at the black men. If they dared to make a move or open the back door of the truck, he would fire a few shots into their backs and take them down.

Fortunately, these people were rational and did not choose to stop cars in the street.

The vehicles started moving, and Logan drove close behind the truck.

He arrived in the central part of Belle, a town with distinct historical features, featuring both old red-brick buildings and modern glass hotels.

The most famous of the red brick buildings is the Austin Bell Building, which is named after the founder of Seattle.

The ground floor was used as shops, and the upper floors as apartments, but in reality, it was a stronghold of the Crippled Gang, and one of the places Stephen led his team to raid was here.

There's a bar on the street called Alligator Club, famous for its rock music in Seattle, and it even has a basement. Bars like that must have seen a lot of gangland deals through their back doors in the alley.

Upon reaching the central part of Belle, the number of women not only didn't decrease but actually increased. There are numerous apartments and hotels here, and many people traveling for business, work, or temporary accommodation need a brief respite from fatigue and loneliness.

But besides the women, the number of black people suddenly increased. Instead of standing at the alley entrance, they stood on the street along the ground floor walls of buildings, just like the women.

Clearly, this wasn't the "Crippled Gang" trying to expand their user base, because these black men weren't dressed provocatively; they were just dressed normally. The only noteworthy thing was that they didn't have any obvious blue elements on their clothes.

At that moment, a thin, unsteady-looking man approached one of the black men. He pulled out a wad of cash, and the black man pulled out a syringe of clear liquid from his pocket.

Fortifying agent.

When did the "Crippled Gang" start getting involved in this business? Aren't they supposed to specialize in escort services?

Logan couldn't figure out the reason, and he didn't have time to think about it anymore, because several lame black men surrounded the truck.

The leader knocked on the car window.

"Hey bro, what's all that stuff in this car?"

The driver rolled down the window. Although he had said that he would only care about his own safety if a fight broke out, he couldn't just open the car door whenever he encountered a cripple. He had to pull on him first.

"Hey, my black brother, there's some cargo here."

"So what did you send?"

The black man flashed his white teeth, his eyes fixed intently on him.

The driver could only continue helplessly:

"These are leaf products."

"Really? That's great! We love leaf products. Why don't you open the car door and let us have some to try? If it tastes good, we'll definitely recommend you to others."

The black man leading the group lifted his jacket, revealing a dark, hard object tucked into his pants.

His pistol.

The driver wanted to make one last effort; he didn't want to escalate the conflict.

"This is a delivery for the Blood Gang, are you really going to rob us?"

An anxious Black man spoke up:

"The Blood Gang? Do you even know we're the Crippled Gang? We're the ones who fight the Blood Gang!"

The other two underlings didn't wait for their leader's call and went straight to the car door to start helping themselves.

"etc!"

The leader stopped them, then gathered his underlings together and whispered something to them.

Then the black men looked shocked and stopped moving towards the car door.

The black man in the lead suddenly changed his attitude:

"Since it's the Blood Gang, we won't leave this car here. You can go."

The driver was completely confused.

When did the Crippled Gang start to react this way when they heard the name of the Blood Gang?

He couldn't understand it, but the fact remained that they let him go.

Thanks to the blessing of Sinister Insight, Logan could hear their normal conversations from a hundred meters away, but he couldn't hear the blacks' whispers.

He couldn't understand it either. The Crippled Gang and the Blood Gang were clearly irreconcilable enemies. Even if these black guys didn't dare to make a move, they wouldn't have such a strange attitude just because they heard the name of the Blood Gang.

The two henchmen initially did want to continue robbing, but things changed drastically after they discussed it.

This is yet another point of contention.

Something must have happened between the Crippled Gang and the Blood Gang; it's definitely not as simple as just making peace.

After a close call, the truck continued eastward and arrived at the easternmost part of Bell Town. Because it was close to the city center, the buildings here were all office buildings, and most of the people coming and going were white-collar workers.

The number of women has decreased somewhat, but there are actually more black man spots selling enhancement agents.

Along the way, I didn't see any specialty leaf shops on the street. These mobile stalls also sell leaf products. It's legal in Seattle, and employees often buy a pack to perk them up on their way to and from get off work.

If it weren't for Belltown, and if it weren't for this particular time, Logan would definitely have thought these black guys were from the Blood Gang.

The driver turned south, where Pioneer Square, filled with red brick buildings, was located.

Before they even reached the border, the truck was stopped again by several black men. They came from the leaf-shaped spot they had just seen, and they didn't have any blue elements on them. Their attitude was even worse than before.

It's probably just another group of troublemakers from the "crippled gang," there shouldn't be any problems.