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Chapter 502 The Stronghold of the Blood Gang【Ask for gifts, ask for monthly tickets】

"Jane, wait for us, what did he tell you?" A group of people followed quickly.

The mysterious figure of their back remained in their hearts, and deep thought appeared in Zhou Jinbao's eyes.

They all had a premonition that they would meet again.

quickly!

Patrick.Jane went straight back to the attic where she lived, without seeing everyone. He had already found a way to deal with Bloody John, and he couldn't restrain the excitement in his heart. Now he had to identify the suspect first.

The memory palace was fully opened, and the people he had met and talked to in the past few years flashed through his mind one by one, and the movements of his hands never stopped.

Patrick.Jane really wants to write down all the people she has met and talked to him since she came to CBI.

This may sound like a fantasy, but Patrick.Jane has this grasp.

Immerse yourself completely in your own world without eating or drinking.

However, Zhuang Ming, who pushed this matter ahead of time, has already left in a cool way. For him, it was just a small episode, and, indeed, Patrick.Some of Jane's words did save him a lot of things.

At night, the night view of Weaver Bay is very beautiful, and the crowd can't help but not decrease, which is much more than during the day.

But Zhuang Ming arrived near an abandoned factory in the suburb of Weaver Bay. He was dressed in black, and he was on a motorcycle owned by a bosozoku by the side of the road.

Like a ghost in the dark night.

The muffled exhaust sound is very quiet, but it has a rich sound in it.

A nice flick, stop.

Dim lights came from the abandoned factory, so Patrick.Jane's information, here is a foothold for the Blood Gang.

Dim lights came from the factory, and there were two people watching the wind in front.

Although the two were smoking while chatting, they looked at the surrounding environment skillfully with their eyes, and there was a walkie-talkie strapped to their left shoulders, which could report the situation at any time.

There are also some habitual small movements that can be quickly reacted.

Although they are just ordinary people, their instinctive conditioned reflexes are no less than those of ordinary special forces soldiers.

As expected of the blood gang that took root in Weaver Bay, even in a small stronghold, the lookouts have this level.

No wonder the government of Sea Eagle Country can't even suppress it!
Zhuang Ming's face had put on a ferocious mask at some point, with blood-red veins.

Shashasha~
The two of them stood up and looked around as if they heard something.

And Zhuang Ming's figure had already disappeared.

"It's okay, it's probably a wild cat." He said into the walkie-talkie, and pressed the walkie-talkie off.

The two squatted down again, but there was already a mysterious figure behind them.

The ferocious skull mask looks very terrifying under the dim light at night, which makes people feel terrified at a glance.

However, the two people in front of this mysterious figure didn't feel anything at all. Instead, they laughed nonchalantly, shared their cigarettes, and prepared to continue squatting down to watch the wind.

Ka Ka ~

There was a sound of the neck being directly broken, that kind of creepy sound.

The cigarettes that had not yet been lit slowly fell from the hands of the two and landed on the ground full of cigarette butts. The pupils of the two dilated, and their eyes revealed disbelief.

The mouth opened wide, still wanting to shout, but the sound was forever silenced.

The color of death quickly spread in the eyes of the two of them.

Zhuang Ming gently put the two down, as if they were still talking, but in fact they had become a cold corpse.

Tonight, this stronghold will cease to exist.

Soundless steps, the footsteps fell heavily, but there was no sound.

The inside of the abandoned factory still maintains the appearance of the abandoned factory, as if this is the way it is, the silence is deep, and there is a faint echo from time to time.

In a monitoring room, a guy in a security uniform was swinging around with headphones on, completely oblivious to what happened at the door.

In fact, many people knew about this stronghold, but no one dared to cause trouble, because the Blood Gang had already established a deep-rooted network of relationships in Weaver Bay.

This is because of the prestige of the blood gang, and now that the technology is so advanced, there are far fewer guards than before, because as long as there is a walkie-talkie, the people inside hold guns in an instant, and the bazooka rushes out.

Zhuang Ming stood there quietly, and calmly opened the door of the monitoring room.

As if feeling a gust of wind blowing into his neck, the security guard turned his head suspiciously, and instantly met Zhuang Ming face to face.

The eyes are protruding, and the mouth is wide open.

Just as he was about to call out, a knife had already been slashed across his head, and time was frozen at this second forever.

Zhuang Ming glanced at the situation in the monitoring room, quickly reached out and knocked, then turned and left.

puff~
The frozen head was split in two, stretched over the shoulders on both sides.

Fresh blood and turbid brains were sprayed everywhere in an instant, and the monitor screen was also full of filth.

bang~
呲呲~

Suddenly, the monitor that was still working normally was suddenly covered with snowflakes, and then dazzling sparks burst out, and wisps of blue smoke rose.

Zhuang Ming calmly walked towards the interior of the abandoned factory, not walking straight, but following the clean ground.

Where no one walks, there is a thick layer of dust, but the places where people walk are often cleaned, so you can tell there is a problem at a glance.

Turn left and right, leading directly to one small room, and at the door are two strong men in black clothes and black sunglasses, like two door gods.

Huhu~

Zhuang Ming's figure flashed past the door of the small room like a gust of wind.

The two big black men did not respond at all and had already lost their lives.

boom~
The head on the neck fell directly to the ground, and the incision seemed to be cut by a laser, which was unimaginably smooth.

puff~

The blood from the neck spurted out of Lao Gao all at once, and sprayed directly onto the ceiling more than two meters high.

The viscous blood made one's scalp tingle just looking at it, and slowly fell from the ceiling.

But there was no sound inside.

"Ah~ um~ oh~ FUCK, lighten up, bastard, you bastards, woo woo~"

"Hahaha~~ bitch!"

But there was a woman's screams, curses, and wanton laughter from inside.

A gleam of blood flashed in Zhuang Ming's eyes, and he knew what happened inside before he entered.

creak~
The door was pushed open by Zhuang Ming.

"Which bastard, don't you know that you are not being accepted now?" A voice of abuse sounded.

But when Zhuang Ming's figure suddenly appeared, the room suddenly became still.

He stared wide-eyed at the unknown guy wearing a skull mask.

Just as Zhuang Ming thought, there were three men and one woman in the room, practicing clinical fighting skills.

A white girl who doesn't look big is playing this game with three black men, together!
This endurance is also awesome!

This scene is really unbearable!
(End of this chapter)