An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

Inside KK Clinic.

The atmosphere was deathly silent.

"Who...who are you?! What do you want?!"

Seeing his trusted bodyguard lying on the ground like a tattered rag doll in a pool of blood, unable to even scream, Victor's entire body trembled uncontrollably.

He panicked, he completely panicked!

The heavy bodyguards who were once invincible and had solved countless troubles for him couldn't even last a single move against the other party!

Kane didn't answer; his dead fish eyes showed no emotion whatsoever, and he had no intention of wasting words.

With his hands in his pockets, he approached step by step, making a suffocating thumping sound.

That chilling killing intent, so real it felt like it could freeze the air around Victor.

"You...you shouldn't be impulsive! Let's talk this out!"

Victor stumbled backward and fell to the ground. Before he could get up, he crawled backward on all fours, shouting, "You want money? I'll give it to you! All of it!"

As he spoke, he frantically pulled out a bulging crocodile skin wallet from his pocket and threw it forcefully.

Large amounts of Franklin greenbacks were scattered on the ground mixed with loose change.

Kane didn't even glance at it, continuing on his way.

"Not enough? I have more in my drawer! Take as much as you want! Just let me go!"

Victor was so anxious that tears were about to well up in his eyes, and his voice was completely hoarse.

As he continued to back away, his back finally slammed into the cold wall with a thud.

There's no way to retreat!

With nowhere to retreat, Victor's face suddenly turned cold, and a hysterical scream erupted from his throat:

"I'm warning you, don't come any closer! Think carefully, my own brother is the boss of this neighborhood! You know the Blood Wolf Gang, kid! Don't be impulsive, back off now, and I can pretend nothing happened!"

"The Blood Wolf Gang?"

Upon hearing the name of this gang, a slight ripple finally appeared on Kane's icy face.

Looking down at Victor, who resembled a stray dog, Kane's lips curled into a mocking sneer.

"If it were the Blood Gang, I might be wary. Blood Wolf? Heh..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Kane's right leg rose high without warning, and stomped down with the force of an extremely violent battle axe!

Click!

The kick landed precisely on Victor's well-maintained right hand.

The hard soles of the tactical boots even ground against the bloody bone fragments.

"Aaaaaaah!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream instantly pierced through the dimly lit clinic.

Victor was like a live shrimp thrown into boiling water, his body twisting and convulsing wildly.

Cold sweat instantly soaked through my white coat, and my eyes almost popped out of their sockets!

"Fuck you! You bastard! My brother will chop you up and feed you to the dogs! I'm going to fuck your whole family!!!"

After the excruciating pain subsided, Victor, driven to madness, passionately opened his microphone, spewing out the most vicious curses.

But his curses had no effect.

Kane ignored it like a barking wild dog.

Instead, he raised his foot expressionlessly and stomped down on Victor's struggling left hand!

Snap!

The sound of bones cracking was chilling in the confined space.

This time Kane crushed Viktor with even greater force, turning his left hand into a complete mess.

Hiss—

Victor couldn't even scream; his body suddenly stiffened and twitched a few times as if he had been electrocuted.

He could only make a hissing sound from his throat, and he was in a semi-shock state.

Kane's expression remained unchanged; he simply took a tissue from his pocket, wiped his shoes, and then glanced down at them, his tone full of mockery:

"It's just a superficial injury; some painkillers and antibiotics will do the trick."

At this moment, just as at that moment.

At this point, Kane seemed to be talking to himself: "By the way, where did you put those special painkillers?"

Victor was writhing on the ground in pain, too exhausted to answer.

Kane frowned slightly, glancing at his tactical watch: "You only have three seconds, three... two..."

Before he could finish the word "two," Victor used the last of his strength to point with his chin toward the iron door of the inner room.

"very good."

Kane glanced in that direction, then turned and strode away.

Clang! Crash!

Soon, a loud crash came from the inner room as a glass medicine cabinet was violently smashed.

Hearing the series of crisp, shattering sounds, Victor's heart was bleeding!

That was a top-quality, high-end item that he had just bought at a high price, and this madman ruined it!

At that moment, his heartache even briefly surpassed the excruciating pain of his shattered hands.

Tick!Tick!

Time passed by, second by second.

The pain in his hands caused Victor's fat face, covered in sweat, to twitch violently.

What pained him even more than losing his hand was that the sounds of smashing and looting in the inner room never stopped!

Perhaps he was blinded by anger, or perhaps it was a desperate surge of adrenaline.

Victor's unfocused gaze suddenly became fixed on the desk drawer not far away.

For safety reasons, he always kept a large-caliber revolver in there.

Normally, his troubles are handled by his bodyguards, but the incident just now happened so fast that he didn't have a chance to get it.

As the sounds from the inner room grew fainter, a crazy revenge plan took shape in his mind.

"call--"

Victor took several deep breaths and swallowed the bloody, sweet-smelling saliva in his throat.

Then, like an old dog with a broken leg, he struggled to move inch by inch toward the desk, supporting himself on his elbows.

The short distance of three meters felt like an eternity.

When I finally managed to get close enough, I glanced back and saw that the noise from the inner room was gradually subsiding.

Seeing this, Victor became very anxious.

In desperation, he forced himself to get up despite his aching legs, and used his blood-stained teeth to bite down hard on the drawer handle and pull it backward with all his might!

Click!

The drawer was pulled open a crack.

When the cold, silver revolver came into view, Victor's heart pounded with extreme tension.

Following closely behind was a sinister look filled with resentment!

Hundreds of cruel images of revenge have uncontrollably flooded my mind.

As he thought about it, a perverse flush of excitement even appeared on his face.

Under this emotional state, the intense pain in my fingertips seemed to lessen considerably.

But the slowdown is ultimately limited.

What is a simple action of holding a gun for a normal person is like an apocalyptic torture for him.

The excruciating pain surged like a tsunami, rushing straight to the cerebral cortex!

"Damn it!"

Victor gritted his teeth and endured the pain, his fingertips slowly touching the cold gun handle.

At this critical moment.

A voice devoid of any warmth suddenly exploded in his ear like a ghost:

"Do you need my help?"

boom!

The moment Victor heard the sound, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning. Every cell in his body froze instantly, and cold sweat poured down like a waterfall.

The heart that had been pounding with excitement just moments before suddenly stopped, as if gripped tightly by a cold, large hand!

With great difficulty, he turned his stiff neck and found that Kane had been standing silently beside him at some point.

A chilling smile was playing on that indifferent face.

But at this moment, he saw it as something even more terrifying than the demons in the deepest part of hell!

Run! Run now!

Instantly, every nerve in my body seemed to be screaming wildly in my ears.

In the face of life and death, Victor unleashed a final burst of madness!

He suddenly opened his severed hand and grabbed the revolver, ready to pull it out.

However, Kane was more than a hundred times faster than him!

boom! !

Kane delivered a powerful punch, slamming it like a cannonball onto the half-open drawer front.

The heavy solid wood drawer slammed shut with incredible speed!

Snap—Pfft!

Victor's already shattered hand bones, along with his wrist, were caught in the gap of the drawer and completely broken!

"Ughhhhhh!"

Victor fell backward to the ground, letting out a mournful howl like a slaughtered pig, his face smeared with tears, snot, and blood.

"I trusted you so much, and you've really disappointed me."

Kane's voice grew cold as he casually picked up the heavy cast-iron medical bone hammer from the table and mercilessly smashed it down on Victor's kneecap!

boom!boom!

Blood and flesh splattered, bones stood starkly in the air.

"Fuck...you...you'll die a horrible death..." Victor convulsed in pain, trembling and spitting out blood.

Kane remained silent, grabbed a handful of stained medical gauze, and roughly shoved it into Victor's mouth.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful straight punch slammed into Victor's chest!

Two muffled cracking sounds, as if ribs had broken and pierced the lungs.

Blood gushed out instantly, staining the gauze crimson.

Victor, like a dying fat worm, rolled his eyes back, struggled a couple of times, and was completely on the verge of death.

After doing all this, Kane subconsciously glanced at the time.

"You're lucky."

With a cold laugh, Kane picked up two black tactical backpacks, each filled to the brim, and walked to the window.

I carefully lifted a corner of the tape and peeked down.

I smiled when I saw the red and blue police lights flashing at the end of the street.

Just as he stepped back to the back window and was about to leave, he suddenly stopped.

He quickly went to the back window of the inner room to prepare to leave.

He glanced back at Victor, who was lying there like a lump of mud, and stroked his chin as if he were thinking about something.

A moment later, he returned to his desk, pulled out the revolver with gauze, and shoved it into Victor's severed hand, which could still move slightly.

Then, secure it tightly with nylon cable ties to the aiming position...

After doing all this, Kane quietly slipped away through the back window, carrying his heavy tactical pack.

……

at the same time.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle—

Accompanied by three extremely ear-piercing tire screechs, three police cars sped erratically and came to a stop in front of the KK Clinic.

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, Annie took the lead, pushed open the passenger door, and jumped out.

"First squad! Immediately seal off the front and rear entrances and exits, do not allow anyone to enter or leave! Second and third squads, fully armed, follow me to make the arrest! Be quick! Understand?"

Annie drew her Glock, her tone sharp, demonstrating her exceptional professionalism.

"Understood!" the tactical officers roared in unison.

Only Martin, who was following behind, seemed to be in low spirits.

He looked at Annie and his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back in the end.

Before they arrived, he had already tried to persuade this young lady earnestly in the car.

It's incredibly rash to decide to arrest someone in the Red Hook neighborhood based solely on a tip from an unknown source!

This isn't some lawless place like South King Street, full of homeless people. Nobody would believe that someone could run an illegal clinic here without some kind of powerful connections.

If we act so recklessly, what if we stir up a hornet's nest?

The key point is that he doesn't think he can catch anyone.

"Let's go! Upstairs!"

Ignoring Martin's slack off, Ivy, gun in hand, led the charge into the dark stairwell.

She noticed Martin's gaze and knew that he didn't think highly of the operation.

But having come this far, she was determined not to give up.

She really didn't want her first real experience leading a team to end in failure.

Besides being eager to make a name for themselves, there is another crucial point.

Inside the medical tent, Lynn had used that incredibly seductive look in his eyes to tell her that this time it would definitely succeed.

For some reason, deep down she had a feeling that Lynn would never lie to her.

Tap tap tap~

Footsteps echoed in the hallway.

The group adopted a standard close-quarters combat (CQB) stance, providing cover as they advanced towards the second floor.

As they went deeper, Annie's expression gradually turned grim.

It's so quiet!

The second floor was completely empty; there wasn't a soul in sight!

Either this isn't a shady clinic at all, or the other party got wind of it beforehand and ran away!

Thinking of this, Annie's mood instantly sank to the bottom.

Martin, standing to the side, clearly noticed the unusual silence as well. He relaxed further, even lowering his gun slightly.

Based on his years of experience as a veteran police officer, he was certain he would miss his target tonight.

It seems to be another farce that has come to nothing.

Upon reaching the depths of the second floor, it remained completely deserted.

At this point, Annie had completely given up hope, but since she had already come all this way, she continued to search every room.

Soon, only one half-open room remained unsearched on the entire second floor.

crunch--

Annie kicked open the half-closed door and was about to rush in when Martin stepped in half a step ahead of her.

The moment everyone stepped into the room.

In the dim light, a man with a receding hairline and wearing a white coat was seen leaning against a table with his head down.

The most dangerous thing was that the man was holding a large-caliber revolver tightly in his hand, the dark muzzle pointing directly at the door!

"There's a gun!!"

boom! ! !

Martin, whose nerves had been tempered to an extremely sensitive level by years of street brawls, almost reflexively issued a warning.

The painful memory of witnessing his partner being shot in the head instantly overwhelmed his mind.

Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger repeatedly!

Bang bang bang bang bang! ! !

Like firecrackers being set off during the Lunar New Year, deafening gunshots rang out wildly in the small room.

The highly tense tactical officers instantly developed a muscle memory-like ability to suppress fire.

Countless bullets rained down on the man in the white coat like a storm, instantly turning him into a pincushion!

Blood spurted out, and the man fell backward like a lump of mud.

Even after the man fell, the frightened officers showed no intention of stopping their fire.

The frenzied firing only stopped when the firing pins clicked repeatedly as they emptied the magazine.

The room was instantly filled with acrid gunpowder smoke, and the smell of gunpowder made it impossible for people to open their eyes.

Huhu——

Annie's brow twitched wildly as she gasped for breath, her hands gripping the gun still trembling slightly.

Back in police academy, she often heard her instructors joke that "criminals are most likely to die from acute metal poisoning when American police are enforcing the law."

She didn't understand it at the time and thought it was too cruel.

But today, she truly understands.

Because in that brief moment, she was actually the one on the team who shot the most accurately and emptied the magazine the fastest!

Swallowing hard, Annie suppressed her wildly beating heart: "Cease fire! Check the situation!"

"yes!"

The surrounding police officers immediately drew their guns and dispersed to guard the area.

Martin, holding his gun, cautiously approached to examine the body.

"Captain! We've found a large quantity of illegal drugs! And an operating table! This is definitely a large-scale illegal clinic!"

Jimmy, who was searching the inner room, excitedly reported loudly.

Other officers also successively discovered various pieces of evidence related to the crimes.

The evidence is irrefutable; the illegal clinic has been definitively proven!

Upon hearing the report, Annie's tense nerves finally relaxed, and her gaze then turned to Martin, who was still rummaging through the corpse.

"That's right, this guy is wearing a white coat and has ledgers in his drawer. He's the owner of this shady clinic."

Martin stood up, but his voice carried an unmistakable strangeness and tremor.

Sensing Martin's odd micro-expression, Annie quickly stepped forward and looked down.

In just one glance, his pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

The mangled corpse lying in a pool of blood had its two hands, or rather, its two arms, smashed into shattered fragments by some extremely brutal blunt instrument!

One wrist was even severed in a bizarre twist, and there was also a mangled kneecap...

Even a blind man could see that this guy was already half-dead with his limbs crippled before they rushed in.

His severed hand, tightly bound to the revolver with nylon cable ties, was clearly a deliberately staged aiming illusion!

How could someone with all four limbs broken possibly raise a gun to resist arrest?

In an instant, Martin and Envy's gazes collided in mid-air.

The expressions on their faces were incredibly strange, their eyes conveying an indescribable meaning.

Just now! The entire team! Every single one of them!

Without hesitation, they emptied all the magazines from the helpless cripple!

If this on-site report is submitted truthfully, everyone present will face endless scrutiny from the Ministry of the Interior.

After a long period of deathly silence.

"Cough cough."

Martin coughed awkwardly, breaking the deadlock.

He stared straight ahead and reported loudly in a businesslike, even somewhat affected, serious tone:

"Reporting, Captain! The suspect violently resisted arrest and drew his gun, aiming it at the police, posing an extremely serious and potentially fatal threat to law enforcement officers!"

"At the critical moment, he was decisively shot and killed on the spot by my tactical squad!"

"A large-scale illegal medical clinic was successfully raided, and a large quantity of prohibited drugs were seized! This raid was a complete success!"

The words fell.

All the tactical officers present turned to look at Annie.

Everyone here is a smart person; everyone knows what happened.

Now, we just need to wait for this newly arrived young lady to be identified.

Under the complex and expectant gazes of the crowd.

Annie couldn't help but picture Lynn's carefree, cynical smile in her mind.

After taking a deep look at the gruesome corpse on the ground, Annie slowly raised her head, a relieved smile blooming on her beautiful face:

"That's right, that's the truth."

After saying that, Annie turned around, neatly holstered her gun, and ordered, "Everyone, clean up the scene and retreat!"

……