You're a US police officer, what are you thinking about going back to the East for?

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The door was unlocked, and inside was a dimly lit corridor leading to the club's kitchen and back-of-house area.

She expertly checked the magazines and then crept into the corridor.

Her goal was clear: find the leader named Darrell, force him to reveal Old Tooth's whereabouts, obtain a fake passport, and then disappear from the city completely before the Seattle police could react.

If anyone gets in our way, kill them all.

Before Eva's toes had even crossed the corner of the corridor where a pile of smelly beer barrels lay, the ear-piercing sound of rubber tires screeching against asphalt tore through the night sky from the direction of the club's main entrance.

"squeak--!!"

At least five or six cars simultaneously slammed on their brakes on the street outside the main entrance.

Eva's grey-blue eyes narrowed instantly.

She simply turned sideways, completely shrinking her body behind a half-open wooden door to a storage room next to the corridor, and held her breath.

……

Outside the main entrance of the club.

The four henchmen temporarily transferred from the casino who were in charge of guarding the door were leaning against the metal security door, smoking out of boredom.

Before they could even make out the license plates of the Ford sedans and pickup trucks blocking the road, their windows rolled down in unison.

"Go to hell, you old geezers!"

A black thug with a face full of acne and bloodshot eyes from taking an overdose of enhancement drugs leaned most of his body out of the car window, holding a long gun in his hand, and pulled the trigger.

"Da da da da da—!"

The deafening gunfire instantly shattered the silence of the street.

Before the four casino henchmen at the entrance could even draw their guns, bursts of blood erupted from their chests and necks. Their bodies were riddled with bullets, bouncing twice against the metal door before finally slumping limply onto the steps.

……

A few blocks away, in a dark alley on 10th Avenue.

Two black Lincoln Navigators with their engines still running were parked on the side of the road.

Inside the carriage, two other low-level bosses from the West District who were in charge of underground smuggling routes were sitting in the back row, cigars between their fingers, nervously staring at their phone screens.

They had also received a meeting notice from Darrell tonight, but they had no intention of showing up on time.

Tonight, with news of Marcus's death flying everywhere, attending that kind of trap would be pure suicide.

Their plan was to stall until Darrell and Lamar had settled their differences, or until it was confirmed that it was truly just a peace negotiation, before stepping forward to pledge their loyalty.

When the dense sound of automatic weapons firing from the direction of the Pink Swan traveled into the carriage on the night wind, one of the fat leaders' hands, which was holding a cigar, trembled violently.

"Fuck..."

The fat leader swallowed hard, then kicked the back of the driver's seat. "Drive! Turn around immediately! Go back to the safe house to the south!"

The driver jerked the steering wheel, and the two Lincolns sped out of the alley without even turning on their headlights, disappearing into the rain in the opposite direction.

They will acknowledge whoever wins as their leader, but before that, they won't shed a single hair on their heads.

……

"Bang! Crash—!"

Lamar kicked open the glass door of the Pink Swan's main entrance, which was riddled with holes.

He excitedly twisted his neck, strode over the corpses on the ground, and walked into the empty first-floor dance floor.

Behind him, more than twenty drug-addicted thugs surged in like hyenas smelling blood.

Holding MAC-10s and various types of pistols, they were shouting wildly as they blindly fired at the ceiling and the private rooms on the second floor.

"Darrell! You little rat hiding in your hole!"