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Chapter 142 Night on Hart Island (10K long chapter, please vote and subscribe)

Brian was sitting in the same restaurant as Killian again.

"So, Killian, has anything changed in the last few days?"

Killian replied with a straight face, "No."

Brian put down his fork and looked coldly at Killian: "But some of the things you did were very bad."

Killian's heart skipped a beat: "Brian! Don't try to scare me like that! You won't get my goodwill by doing that."

"Goodwill?" Brian scoffed. "So you've teamed up with those small and medium-sized cemetery companies to put pressure on me out of goodwill? Let's see who it is."

""

Killian froze.

Brian took out a card, put on his glasses, and slowly read: "Greenwood Memorial Park, Long Island Yongning Cemetery, Sacred Heart Cemetery in Queens, Cape Atlantic Cemetery..."

""

Brian took off his glasses and looked quietly at Killian: "I've been battling other members of the U.S. House of Representatives for 20 years. Do you think I'd ignore this tiny New York City Council?"

Kirian's heart began to race.

There's a traitor among us!

"Brian, I don't know what you're talking about, it's none of my business."

Brian scoffed: "Killian, you're on the wrong path."

Killian couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere any longer: "Don't keep threatening me, Brian! You're out of office, old man! You're out of office!! Understand? If you still have any desire to stay in office, don't mess with me! If your supporters at those small cemetery companies knew that the congressman they've been funding for 18 years has been doing things that have betrayed them, what do you think they'd think?"

Brian was extremely angry.

He had only heard rumors and suspected it, but now it has been confirmed.

Killian was indeed a useless piece of trash; he was easily tricked out of his true nature.

He hadn't expected Killian's tactics; that despicable creature would actually try to cooperate with his longtime rival to put pressure on him.

In fact, the exposure of this incident had a huge impact on Brian, and could directly shake his voter base.

For voters, the betrayal they received after more than a decade of support is unacceptable.

But as the saying goes: those who discover it are called traitors, those who don't are called shrewd political maneuvering.

We have to scare him!

Brian suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Killian felt a chill run down his spine.

Brian scoffed. "I'm laughing at your stupidity. I'd like to remind you what my election slogan is this time."

Killian scoffed, "Speaking out for the people? What kind of damn slogan is that? Don't preach that to me, I don't believe it."

Brian sneered, "I don't believe it either."

Killian was stunned: "You?"

"But what's the prerequisite for speaking out for the people?" Brian said coldly, "Money! I'm running for office with my own money! Have you forgotten that?"

"I'm running for office with my own money! Those so-called supporters are worthless to me now! I don't need their money at all! I'm different from you; you're the lackeys of capital, I'm free!"

Brian stood up, placed his hands on the table, looked down at Killian, and said, word by word:

"I am free!"

"I! Am! Fucking! Free!"

Killian was stunned.

He instinctively forgot about it.

For most politicians, big spenders are very important.

Even though he knew Brian hadn't taken the money from the sponsor, he instinctively forgot about it.

He made a huge mistake; Brian didn't need those people's support at all!

Betrayal is commonplace for politicians.

First, calculate the cost and benefits of betrayal.

Politicians can turn their backs at any time as long as the benefits outweigh the costs.

Killian trembled.

Brian calmed down, buttoned up his suit jacket, glanced at his watch, and said gently, "It's 6:37 PM now. Let's talk again here at this time tomorrow. Don't rush into any decisions, be patient, right? Killian, think it over carefully. We'll talk again at this time tomorrow, and you'll definitely have more ideas then."

Killian, a veteran of the city council, wasn't someone easily manipulated. He coldly replied, "Dragging this out for even a day is pointless, Brian. Your betrayal will have a huge impact on other voters; you can't fool me."

Killian was genuinely unsure what impact this revelation would have on Brian.

At least it won't have any impact this year, but it might affect Brian's future investor investment rate.

However, if Brian loses this year, then naturally there will be no future, and it won't matter if he offends those big spenders.

If they win, Brian will have two years to mend his relationship with his financial backer.

Killian believed that, given Brian's shamelessness, he would do anything to please his sugar daddy.

She would do anything, even perform a striptease on her sugar daddy's desk.

"If I win this year..." Brian said calmly, "I'll do everything in my power to destroy your Hart Island Act. So, think it over carefully, don't rush things. Let's meet here again at this time tomorrow, okay?"

He patted Killian on the shoulder and walked away quickly.

The wooden door slammed shut.

Brian's face instantly turned cold.

Tonight, O'Connor and Isabella's actions will determine the lives and deaths of countless people.

including yourself.

Not long after Brian left, Killian went to another private party.

He went into the VIP box on the 58th floor, from where he could overlook the entire New York coastline.

This is a top-tier restaurant with panoramic views called "Skyline," where the entire floor is surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows, offering unobstructed views of the city skyline.

The restaurant was dimly lit and softly lit, and the entire restaurant had been booked by Theodore Baldwin, ensuring absolute privacy.

The coastline stretches out beneath your feet, and the ocean rises and falls like a sleeping giant.

"Hey, Killian, over here." Theodore Baldwin, the current mayor's most formidable rival.

He stood up and shouted enthusiastically.

Killian was flattered and immediately trotted over: "Mr. Baldwin."

Killian even suffers from PTSD when facing Theodore.

When Theodore was in office, he and Alger-Vaughn practically controlled the entire New York political scene, unlike Mentorson now, who can't even control the city council.

In theory, the mayor is responsible for administration, and the city council is responsible for legislation.

But this is only in theory.

A powerful mayor can completely disregard the city council.

Just like the powerful Emperor Muzoku, who could shape the entire United States into his own form, all the capitalists and conglomerates would kneel down and sing "Conquer" to him.

And the weak Manterson... well, let's not even mention him. Theodore didn't mince words, saying calmly, "Mr. Manterson is a coward. If it weren't for the foundation I laid for New York, New York would be finished. Look at what he's done lately: the NYPD fire! That ridiculous Miles wasn't even caught. And the Queens hospital fire—two fires in just a few days! Is this New York? I thought it was Afghanistan! Mr. Manterson has done absolutely nothing, only letting that equally weak Henry Carter do the arrests."

Killian could only force a smile.

Killian knew perfectly well what Theodore's purpose was; he was working with Marty and others within the Donald Party to eliminate Brian.

I only dealt with a few small and medium-sized cemetery companies, and that's why Brian warned me today.

If Brian were to actually team up with Theodore and Marty, he would definitely see Brian as his mortal enemy.

These big shots came to him one after another.

Killian, however, just wanted to end it all as soon as possible, retire quickly, and enjoy his wonderful retirement life.

You guys fight, don't drag me into it.

Unfortunately, it doesn't work.

Theodore said calmly, "So I need your city council's help; you have to be on my side."

"I have always admired you," Killian said cautiously.

The two exchanged a few vague words.

Theodore wasn't in a hurry; he was going to take down all the city council members. Today was just the beginning.

The two ate and chatted, and the atmosphere gradually became more harmonious.

Night gradually fell.

Valerie waited anxiously at home for the final result.

She counted the $25,000 over and over again: "I hope O'Connor dies on the island! If he dies, it'll all be over..."

""

As Mentesson walked out of City Hall, a group of reporters surrounded him.

A reporter approached: "Mayor Manson, the NYPD still doesn't have a Commissioner of Police. Is it because Chief Carter isn't capable enough? Shouldn't you replace him?"

Mentorson laughed heartily. "Of course not! The Commissioner General is a very important position, so we must be very careful. Henry Carter is a great guy! Well done!"

Another reporter immediately asked, "Are you referring to the NYPD and the Queens fires?"

Fk!

Furious, Manterson ignored him and said, "In fact, the Commissioner General has already been chosen! It is Mr. Samuel Stone, the Commissioner General of the Water Police. He is excellent, energetic, and experienced! I believe he can do a good job as Commissioner General and restore peace to New York! I have already issued the order of appointment for Commissioner General."

He displayed the order to the crowd, and reporters took photos.

This scene was quickly captured on camera and posted online.

"When he takes office, you can interview Samuel. I like this guy," Menterson said quickly, then shook off the reporters and got into his car.

The vehicle moved forward slowly.

Menterson picked up the phone and called Brian: "I heard you're in a bad situation."

Mentesson has finally weathered the toughest period and will now face Theodore's formal challenge, but he is very confident of winning.

The media's focus is now mainly on Brian, who has been arguing quite a bit online these past few days, especially with the upcoming public debate.

"How have you been lately? I saw your debate opponent next week, Marty is a formidable guy." Menterson was in the mood to watch Brian have his fun.

Both of them fell into the pit at the same time, but they've climbed out on their own while Brian is still inside.

He could make a sarcastic remark and casually toss a rope, if Brian was willing to pay for it.

Brian completely ignored the question: "Mr. Mayor, what brings you here so late?"

"It's nothing serious," Menterson chuckled. "Just wanted to let you know that there might be some changes at the NYPD recently. Henry recommended Samuel, not O'Connor, whom you prefer. Heh, I know O'Connor is one of your people, but unfortunately, Chief Carter recommended Samuel, and I can't dismiss an NYPD member."

Was the bureau chief's choice right or wrong?

Brian took a deep breath.

The two did not have a harmonious relationship; they were only temporarily united for the sake of their common enemy, Theodore.

If Theodore or Marty loses, the two will immediately enter the confrontation phase.

Congressmen and local mayors often have various conflicts.

Brian simply replied, "Oh."

Mentorson smiled silently.

He knew Brian wouldn't say anything, but he could sense Brian's helplessness.

Brian established his own independent kingdom in the NYPD.

When Bryan left the NYPD to become a congressman, the entire NYPD, from top to bottom, was staffed by his people.

In the beginning, Brian's words carried more weight than those of the NYPD chief and the mayor.

Over the course of more than a decade, through the efforts of two directors and Manterson, Brian's people were gradually ousted, and his influence was reduced to the bare minimum.

He appointed the chief himself (and may have sided with Theodore?), approved the commissioner of police, Isabella was his mistress, the deputy chief was his classmate, and the union sided with Theodore (damn it).

With the loss of his stronghold, Brian gradually lost the strength to hold onto his position as a congressman.

Brian, your era is over.

"That's settled then. Get some rest." Menterson hung up the phone, took a deep drag on his cigar, and was satisfied.

Brian hung up the phone, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

Samuel?

He had just seen the news that Mentesson had publicly announced Samuel's appointment as Commissioner General of Police.

How could that fool, Menterson, approve Samuel's appointment at this particular time?

Brian scoffed.

Their own and O'Connor's schemes might fail, but the master's attention is something no mortal can resist.

The night was dark.

Samuel called the man in the suit: "I just received important information. An NYPD inspector has infiltrated Hart Island with his men."

"What the fuck?!" the man in the suit exclaimed in surprise. "We've been discovered?"

"Yes, it's been discovered."

"Who is it!"

"Inspector O'Connor and Secretary of the Interior Isabella."

"Minister of the Interior! FUCK! Did you leak some information?!"

"Why wasn't it you who leaked it?! That bitch is insane; she's willing to betray anyone to climb the ladder!"

The two argued briefly before calming down.

The man in the suit said coldly, "So, how do we resolve this now? Should we stop or continue?"

Samuel said, "We can't stop. The fact that they went to Hart Island to ambush us means they have concrete information. I suspect it's very likely that Dali leaked it."

Both of them believed they had done a perfect job.

That's someone else's problem.

Those damn gangsters under Dali, once they're on drugs, they're capable of saying anything.

"Okay. Let's continue the transaction." The man in the suit analyzed, "O'Connor and Isabella are probably the key insiders. They want to take all the credit for this, which is why they didn't notify the other police officers."

""

"Yes!" Samuel had to kill O'Connor and Isabella, or things would get really bad. "Tell Dali that there are people lying in ambush on the island, and have Dali kill them all. I'll give them 30 minutes to finish and leave. After that, I'll bring the sea police over. If we can control the situation, we can continue to do business on the island. If not, at least kill some of the people who know about it."

"OK! That's settled then."

"The radar has been turned off; you may proceed."

The man in the suit hung up the phone and called Dali, but he didn't give any information: "Dali, everything is normal, we can proceed."

Samuel had his own plans.

The man in the suit actually had more hidden thoughts than Samuel.

He strongly suspected that the Monroe family was behind it.

O'Connor or Isabella might be members of the Monroe family!

Lyon's last attempt was just a test; this time, he's serious.

They managed to evade all surveillance and informants, sending a police commissioner and a chief of general affairs to personally lead a team to the island to ambush them!

Retreat is pointless; the Monroe family has already set its sights on Hart Island and may have obtained some other intelligence.

It would be better to take this opportunity to sever the Monroe family's influence in the NYPD, and deal with the rest later.

If this news were told to Dali, he might not go to the island.

The man in the suit silently placed Dali in the slaughterhouse.

Now it's time to see Dali.

There are at most six enemies.

Dali would bring at least 18 men, and their firepower would be far superior to the enemy's.

If he can't even win this, what's the point of having such a useless person?

"Brothers!" Dali took a deep breath. "Let's go!"

Today's transaction is very important. He has been waiting for this batch of goods for a long time, and he took all his underlings with him, a total of 22 people.

With this batch of weapons, he was confident he could take down most of the gangs and monopolize the drug and private trade in New York!

Four hovercraft set off from the hidden dock and sputtered toward Hart Island.

The darkness concealed their actions.

Dali felt very safe. After waiting for Pei for so long without any accidents, it meant that the hapless man in the suit was just scaring himself.

Unbeknownst to him, countless ugly figures awaited his performance in the darkness.

"Chief Carter, the Ghost Gang is on their way."

Samuel immediately sent the message to Wormley.

Chongli put away his phone and led the locksmith to Isabella's door: "Pry open the door, but don't damage the lock."

"OK!" The locksmith quickly pried open the door to Paisabella's house.

Then there's the safe.

"Open this safe, but do so with care."

Last time, Chongli searched every place in Isabella's house but couldn't find the video archive, so he can only keep it in this safe!

Isabella would never dare to hide such important video evidence anywhere else.

The locksmith examined Qi Pei's safe and quickly said, "It's a common high-end household safe; it can be opened without damaging it."

He took out a thin fiber optic endoscope, a palm-sized decoding instrument, and several extremely thin precision levers from his toolbox.

Then, he probed the endoscope probe into the extremely narrow emergency pressure relief gap at the bottom of the safe and began to crack it.

Chongli watched silently.

This time, obtaining the video will not only allow me to destroy my own evidence, but also give me access to videos of Isabella and others!

In this way, they can actually get leverage over other ugly people, as well as over Isabella.

This crazy ugly woman is indeed a good knife; otherwise, should we keep her?

Of course, this is all predicated on her surviving the Ghost Gang.

Chongli felt a surge of heat in his heart when he thought of Isabella's long legs.

Isabella's performance in bed always satisfied the male clown.

Unfortunately, this beauty is likely to die on Hart Island.

As he was pondering this, the safe opened.

Click.

The locksmith paused for a moment, then said, "Chief Carter—it's empty inside."

"What!" Chongli exclaimed in disbelief, shoving the locksmith aside.

Your safe is empty!

There was only a blank sheet of paper inside, the meaning of which was unclear.

Chongli angrily grabbed the white paper.

There were no words on it, as if it were mocking his stupidity.

"FXXK!!"

Luckily, that bitch was prepared!

Oh no! Henry had a bad feeling that tonight's operation might not go as smoothly as he had imagined.

But it was too late to train them.

The chugging sound of the kayak carried on the sea breeze to Peo Connor's ears.

O'Connor's breathing quickened, and she accelerated her breathing.

He whispered into the walkie-talkie, "They've arrived. Get ready to make your move."

"Yes!" All the ugly people calmed down.

These ugly people were all O'Connor's close associates, some of whom were police officers and others were sheriffs.

If O'Connor becomes the Chief Superintendent, they can all climb at least one rank higher, or even more.

Suddenly, an exclamation came through the walkie-talkie: "Damn, how come there are so many ships? And so many ugly ones?"

"How ugly?"

"I can't see clearly, are there 18? Or 20?"

O'Connor's breathing became rapid.

How come there are so many!

This far exceeded previous estimates.

"Should we make a move or not?"

O'Connor said quickly, "They're preparing so many soldiers; they obviously know they might be ambushed. Damn Valerie! She betrayed us!"

"What should we do then?"

"We have to take action!"

"Ugly Dupei! We can't let them come ashore! Just attack them and scare them away."

"But the seller's ship hasn't arrived yet, and we can't find any evidence..."

""

"Or, let's not move and let them leave on their own."

The walkie-talkie was filled with noise.

"We have to kill Pei and the others, or we'll be in big trouble!" Isabella roared. "You bunch of idiots! What will happen when we go back if we're sold to Pei Chongli? Do you think you can still be your sheriffs and inspectors?!"

Everyone fell silent.

Isabella grabbed O'Connor by the collar: "O'Connor! Do you want to be that damned police inspector for the rest of your life? Or do you want Samuel to ride roughshod over you for twenty years?"

Tell me! You piece of trash!

O'Connor's breathing became rapid.

Time did not allow him to think too much.

The Ghost Shadow Gang's boat has reached the shore.

Isabella reiterated, "If they knew we were lying in ambush, do you think they wouldn't come up and kill us? They definitely would!"

"Let them come ashore. If they come to search the island, then they've discovered us. If not, then Rendo is just a lucky accident! So what! Kill them!" Isabella began to spout nonsense.

She couldn't bear the thought of success slipping away from so close.

She deliberately ignored Pei Yixing's key point: if the enemy is allowed to land on the island, and the enemy starts searching the island again, will they have any chance of survival?

No.

But when the time comes, it's time to give it a shot.

O'Connor could only grit her teeth and say, "Fine! That's settled!"

Dali's ship reached the shore.

He first sent a few of his men to search the shore. After finding no ambush, he waved his hand, and the men quickly went ashore.

After landing, you didn't guard the island, but only kept an eye on the direction of the sea.

This scene was clearly seen by O'Connor and the other clowns using their night vision goggles. One of them exclaimed excitedly into the walkie-talkie, "They don't know we're lying in ambush!"

"What are we afraid of! Get ready to fight!" Isabella breathed a sigh of relief and secretly wiped away a bead of cold sweat.

O'Connor's expression was grave.

Six ugly people are compared to more than 20 lucky ugly people.

The risks are enormous.

A short while later, a small cargo ship sailing with its lights off arrived at the dock.

"here!"

"Unload quickly!"

The two sides clearly knew each other, and after exchanging greetings, they began using a crane to lift the boxes off the ship.

It was piled up in a heap on the beach.

The dock was in complete chaos, and the younger men were helping to unload the cargo.

"Now!" Isabella fired the first bullet.

"Bang!"

The younger brother, who had been guarding the place for a long time, was knocked down on the spot.

Other ugly things followed immediately.

Bullets rained down, and the first wave brought down Pei Sixingchou.

"OH! FXXK!" The ugly deliveryman startled Pei. Ignoring the other ugly deliverymen who were carrying goods, he immediately turned and ran away from Pei, pawing away.

A pile of boxes on the crane tumbled directly into the sea.

Dali was furious: "Damn it! Come back!"

All the clowns of the Ghost Gang immediately hid behind obstacles.

"Boss! Should we run?"

"Run away, you idiot!"

Dali roared, "These weapons must be moved! Those who can swim, go salvage them! The rest of you, follow me and charge! They outnumber us!"

"Yes!" This group of ugly men were the core of the most ruthless bandits. Fortunately, one of the underlings ignored the cold and jumped into the sea with the rope to search for the fallen weapon box.

The other servants, undaunted, immediately retaliated.

Bang bang bang!

Whizzing!

Bullets weaved through the darkness.

O'Connor had the advantage of night vision goggles and terrain, but his opponents were far more ugly and were elite soldiers left over from the NYPD's crackdown, extremely skilled in gunfights.

The two sides exchanged fire, firing wildly in the darkness.

Dali then dumped two more of his underlings.

However, one police officer was hit by a stray bullet, seriously injured and fell to the ground, screaming in agony, before quickly falling silent.

Dali discovered two police officers firing inside the house.

"Bomb the house!"

"OK!" Kazuyuki Takayuki, a member of the gang, was extremely ruthless. He grinned and kicked open the ammunition box, took out two defensive grenades, and rushed towards the ambush point in the darkness.

Visibility was already poor in the darkness, and the terrain was undulating, so the police inside the house missed both of their shots.

Gao Xingzi threw the grenade directly into Pei.

boom!

The house collapsed, and the two henchmen inside screamed in agony before falling silent.

O'Connor's eyes widened in horror: "Bobby! Alex!"

"FXXK! Cops! Come and kill me!" Takayuki was completely frantic.

Then another ugly person threw a Pessim grenade into the grove where O'Connor was.

boom!

Isabella groaned and fell to the ground, her arm covered in blood, the wound unclear in the darkness.

O'Connor was lucky; she was just a little dizzy from the shock, but thankfully she wasn't injured.

The night vision goggles have been lost somewhere.

"The enemy's firepower is ramping up!"

O'Connor had no choice but to carry Isabella as he ran.

Soon, the last underling on the walkie-talkie went silent; it was unclear whether he was dead or hiding.

Only O'Connor was left carrying Isabella as they fled through the woods.

Bullets whizzed past.

O'Connor ran for her life, but as she ran, her foot slipped and she lost her footing.

The two ugly creatures cried out in surprise and fell into a pit more than three meters deep. In mid-air, O'Connor lost control and crashed into Isabella, who screamed and fainted.

"Don't pursue him!" Dali keenly observed the enemy's retreat.

"We'll hold this position! You guys go get the weapons!"

His goal was to remove the weapons, not to get into a fight with Ugly for no reason.

In just a few minutes, he died of a terrible illness!

This blood feud, I'll settle it with Samuel and the man in the suit later, those two bastards probably know something!

Dali, accompanied by several men, occasionally fired suppressive shots to cover his men as they transported weapons.

Gunshots and the sound of grenades could be faintly heard.

"What's going on?" Theodore and Killian looked at the sea in surprise.

Standing here, you can just see the faint glow of fire on the island.

boom!

The sound of a hand grenade.

Theodore stared in disbelief: "WTF! What's going on here? Has New York turned into a battlefield? They even have grenades!"

It's Hart Island! Killian's face turned deathly pale.

He remembered Brian's words and now finally understood why Brian wanted to wait until tomorrow to talk about it!

So that's what he was preparing!

Brian is a crazy lunatic!

Killian's fingers trembled.

A shooting has occurred on Hart Island! What on earth is Brian doing?!

Killian didn't understand at all.

There are only corpses there, why go there to start a war?

Killian was both scared and confused, his mind a complete mess, but he knew he was in big trouble.

The conflict will inevitably lead to a full investigation of Hart Island by the NYPD.

If the police can shut down KOM Company for a year or two, the company's performance will be ruined!

"Fuck!" Killian's fingers trembled slightly.

Brian, you're really tough.

"So, the location seems to be Hart Island?" Theodore frowned, glancing at Peggy Lian. "Is your business located over there?"

"Yes."

"So this is for you." Theodoria glanced at Peggy An.

Then, looking at Peihart Island again, the gunfire continued.

"It seems we need to reconsider our cooperation." Theodore turned and left decisively.

Whatever happens, Killian's troubles are immense.

He doesn't like working with losers, and Killian is about to become one of them.

Killian watched Theodore's departing figure, his right hand still gripping the bullet, the flesh on it already cold.

"You bunch of bastards!"

He wanted to cry but had no tears.

If you want to fight, then fight. Why drag me into this mess?

Gunshots rang out.

The man in the suit took a deep breath and carefully examined Hart Island through his binoculars, but saw no sign of it.

The small cargo ship carrying the goods was seen frantically fleeing towards international waters.

This is a big problem; Dali doesn't seem to have the situation under control.

The commotion continued for a full five minutes without ending, which infuriated the man in the suit. "You're such a useless piece of trash!"

Samuel suddenly stood up: "A fight's starting? Sounds like something's happened."

"It seems there's trouble on Hart Island," a policeman said in a panic.

"Who went to train? Let's check with radar."

The radar monitor said awkwardly, "All the radars are under maintenance and will take at least another hour before they can be started."

Samuel feigned anger: "What a coincidence! Quickly! Go check it out by boat."

On the sea.

Richard's kayak is speeding towards Hart Island.

In just four minutes, he arrived at the southeast side of Hart Island, where there was a small cliff about four meters high.

Under normal circumstances, no ugly person could climb up here, except for Richard.

He crouched slightly and then leaped up with all his might.

Wow!

The kayak sank.

Richard flew up like a cannonball and landed on the cliff.

Gunshots could be heard intermittently.

In the sky, an owl puppet hovered silently above the battleground.

Richard rapidly approached the edge of the battlefield.

In the eyes of the desire-sensing, night is like day, and the flames of desire of everyone float above their heads, very clearly.

Seven or eight cunning men were retrieving weapons from the water, and seven or eight cunning men were firing suppressive shots into the woods.

Richard found his way to the small house next to Pei's house, but fortunately, the house had already been destroyed by bombing.

Two police officers were lying on the ground.

Yi Xing's body was in disarray, devoid of any vital energy, and exuding an aura of death.

Another police officer was seriously injured, and the chief officer beside him was coughing up blood.

He saw Richard and reached out his hand, trembling, for help.

Help...

""

Richard's gaze was cold.

Without hesitation, the magic hand pinched the carotid artery of the seriously injured person, killing him in seconds.

Then, Richard used his magic hand to pick up the ninja's hand and raise it high into the air.

If it were a white beggar, the other ugly people would be horrified to see the top leader mysteriously suspended in mid-air!

It has no ability to defend against bullets from the air.

boom!

The noise was deafening.

.

"Ralph! Ralph, are you still alive?" O'Connor cried out in despair.

"I'm the only one left, boss, I'm the only one left, my leg is injured. Aiden is dead!" Ralph cried.

"What about the two lucky brothers from the house?"

"I don't know! I saw the house collapse! I guess you're dead. What should we do?"

What should I do?

do not know.

We can only try our best to cultivate them.

Isabella has lost too much blood and is in a coma.

The walls of this deep pit were covered with skeletons.

The outside world was filled with clamor.

In despair, O'Connor knelt down and kissed the dry stalk.

He recalled Debbie's miracle at the church, how no bullet could hit the lucky girl.

"May Saint Debbie bless you."

He devoutly offered his last prayer in his life.

Just then, he heard the sounds outside become less dense and then disappear completely.

The intervals between the sounds were very irregular, making it seem less like a battle and more like a precise and ruthless massacre.

"What's going on?" O'Connor asked, somewhat bewildered.

The hand hovers in the air, and roll call is made from above.

Dali's ugliness fell one after another.

Richard had no night vision, but all his ugliness was exposed to his desires, so the battle was no different from daytime for him.

Dali was utterly terrified: "What's going on? Where's the enemy's ugliness?!"

"A sniper??"

"It's not about sniping—" Yixing's subordinate had barely finished speaking when he collapsed to the ground.

.

No one knows where the bullets come from; no matter how they hide, the bullets always hit vitals.

Besides Dali, he also had other uses.

Richard was hit in the left leg from mid-air.

Dali let out a scream.

Richard casually used his magical hand to knock Pedali unconscious, then headed towards the shore.

All the deliverymen were terrified, hiding behind various obstacles, not knowing what was happening.

The hand flew behind them.

Richard killed everyone with a series of "bangs," then immediately returned to the policeman and shoved the document into his hand.

Then, with his magical hand, he picked up Dali's hand and smashed it twice on the seriously injured man's head.

Then put Dali's book into Dali's hand.

Damn it!

Richard left quickly.

The sounds grew increasingly faint, until finally they disappeared completely.

What exactly happened?

O'Connor mustered her courage and struggled to climb out of the pit, peeking out cautiously. It was pitch black outside; she couldn't see anything.

Then he was surprised to find that Dali was lying on the ground, bleeding from his leg, and unconscious.

There were seven or eight corpses lying haphazardly around him; all the gang members were dead.

O'Connor looked somewhat bewildered.

What happened?

He rushed to the dock, only to find that all the bandits beside the dock were dead, not one of them survived.

"What the fuck?"

All training issues need to be resolved?

Who killed him?

There wasn't a single ugly person standing around, except for Pei himself.

O'Connor went to find her own ugliness again, only to find that all the ugliness had already fallen to the ground.

Only Lal is still alive; the other three ugly men are all dead.

Especially the one named Bobby, whose head was blown off, his hand was clutching his weapon, and all the bullets had been fired.

Everyone else was hit by bullets, except for O'Connor, who was completely unharmed.

He subconsciously touched the cross at the bottom of the mouth. Was this Saint Debbie's protection?

O'Connor instinctively traced the character "褅" in the deep mouth of the character "干".

Ralph asked nervously, "What happened? Are they all dead? Are all our brothers dead?"

"No, it's that the enemy is completely dead."

Ralph was ecstatic: "O'Connor! You're a god of fortune!"

O'Connor looked bewildered: "I didn't do it."

"Huh? Who else could it be?"

O'Connor asked doubtfully, "I don't know who it is; it's not me."

He looked around in confusion: "—In any case, we have succeeded in training."

He pulled Isabella out of the pit.

Isabella awoke, her arm bleeding profusely, but she seemed alright: "We succeeded, didn't we? O'Connor, you're tougher than I thought!"

O'Connor was in a daze, but in any case, he did succeed.

Just then, the sound of ships could be heard in the distance; four water police boats were approaching.

The lights shone continuously onto the beach, accompanied by a warning: "We are the NYPD Water Police! All officers, drop your weapons immediately! I repeat! All personnel, drop your weapons immediately! Lie face down on the beach!"

O'Connor picked up his specially purchased full-band broadband radio and tuned it to VHF channel 16, the globally used maritime safety channel.

"This is NYPD Inspector O'Connor. I request to speak with the highest-ranking officer on the scene! I have discovered illegal arms dealing! Annihilate all enemy forces! Repeat! This is NYPD Inspector O'Connor..."

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To prevent the other party from silencing him, O'Connor had long prepared this plan, intending to reveal it immediately if successful.

Damn O'Connor! On the ship, Samuel's expression shifted between light and shadow as he hesitated whether to kill her without hesitation, when the Coast Guard boat pulled up beside him.

"Hey guys! What's going on here?! Are you guys fighting World War II?!"

There's no chance anymore.

Samuel slumped into his chair, his face pale.

Complete!

It's all over!

Debbie, if you can't leave the main page, why don't you create a new account called "Debbie's Cheerleader" and have a crazy online argument with netizens: "Why can't a saint be a cheerleader? Go talk to the Giants if you dare!"

"A saint should not do such a despicable thing."

"You're the lowly one! Your whole family is lowly! Cheerleading is a legitimate form of promiscuity!"

"A saint should be dignified and solemn, praying in a church, not wiggling her hips on a sports field!"

"Let the saint jump if she wants, it's none of your business! If you're so capable, why don't you get the NFL to ban her? If you can't, shut up!"

"A female clown without faith, how pathetic!"

"You're the one with no faith! I'm a million times more devout than you!"

"It's blasphemy for the Virgin Mary to dance in the Super Bowl!"

"The Virgin Mary dancing at the Super Bowl is spreading the gospel! There are tens of thousands of ugly people in the stadium and tens of millions in the audience—more ugly people than the archbishop has ever seen in a church in his entire life!"

After typing that long string of words, Debbie finally felt relieved and tossed her phone aside.

A sneeze!

Debbie sneezed, and I immediately became alert.

"Who's talking about me!"

According to Richard, sneezing means someone is talking badly about you behind your back.

Those damn netizens!

It must be them!

keep fighting!

She picked up her phone again.

Richard quickly returned to the ship, and when he turned around, he saw a wisp of unclaimed faith drifting out.

strangeness.

Fortunately, the police still have the mind to pray?

be sick.

Just then, an unexpected system notification sounded: "Ding! You have taken 10 lives in a single instance, causing immense suffering. [Pain and Plague] Knowledge: 10% → 25"

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Richard was stunned.

What do you mean?

Does this branch mean that killing ugly creatures makes you stronger?

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