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"Lay down your weapons and you will die quickly."
"or……"
The boy who arrived had a smile on his face, but that seemingly sunny smile did not bring any warmth. Under the incandescent light, everyone present felt as if they were falling into the darkest and most terrifying abyss.
"Your resistance will only result in a terrible, horrific, and utterly inhuman death!"
The gunmen in the living room are all seasoned veterans, skilled fighters who have emerged from piles of corpses; they are arguably the strongest fighting force under the gang leader's command.
They are a pack of bloodthirsty wolves, ready to pounce and tear people apart when needed.
But today, these bloodthirsty wolves are not facing the little lambs they used to bully and exploit.
Instead, it was a ferocious beast that came after the Golden Wind was attacked, filled with rage and murderous intent.
When people start dying in the living room, the slaughter has already begun.
His figure vanished like a ghost, and when he was caught again, Mo Jiang was standing upside down, supporting himself with one finger, pointing at the spine of one of the gunmen.
The entire body weight is concentrated at one point, creating immense pressure through that finger and instantly transmitting it throughout the entire spine.
Glah!
Glah!
Glah!
The continuous cracking sounds, dense and numerous, resembled the continuous explosions of some kind of firecrackers. Before the gunman could even utter a word, he collapsed to the ground.
As the gunman collapsed, water seeped from his groin and emitted a foul stench.
The moment his spine fractured completely, the gunman lost all control of his body. When a person's spine suffers an irreparable injury, their fate is left to choose between becoming a cripple and dying.
In many cases, the two choices actually mean the same thing.
A gunman raised his pistol; he was the fastest gunman in the area, with a record of killing three people in two seconds.
But he wasn't fast enough compared to Mo Jiang.
Before he could even point his gun at Mo Jiang, Special Forces 1911's dark muzzle was already pressed against the gunman's forehead. His usually reliable reflexes could only watch helplessly as Mo Jiang pulled the trigger and felt the bullet enter his brain.
Ultimately, it was completely swallowed up by the darkness called [Death Qi Liu (One) s?a」n?< Er Er??jiu Er Wang].
Mojiang's power and ferocity exceeded expectations, to the point that it instilled fear in people.
"(One-) Age $ Crying Eight is the instrument IV 熘 "This is their order..." …… The people inside the safe house began to speak, some words attempting to reconcile, but these words had absolutely no effect on Mo Jiang. He doesn't care how many people are involved, nor does he care which important figures are involved. Mojiang's purpose today is very clear. kill! Show no mercy, kill everyone involved in this matter. When murderous intent fills his entire body, and the pleasure of killing stimulates his nerve endings, no one can stop him. A storm of swords swept through the living room. Every gust of wind is the sharpest, thinnest blade, constantly slicing through everyone's flesh. Each slice of flesh is as thin as a cicada's wing, even translucent. How many cuts did it actually undergo? One hundred? One thousand? Or ten thousand? These people were unaware that all they could do was experience the pain bestowed upon them by the Mo River and wait for death to arrive as their release. Whether they are so-called gang leaders or emerging entrepreneurs, before that seemingly rusty longsword, there is only one path and one ending. After the storm, all that remained were a dozen or so bloodstained skeletons. These people died in excruciating pain, their bodies ripped apart by Mo Jiang's sword until they were reduced to mere skeletons. Many people die when a third of their body is removed. Perhaps they lost too much blood, or perhaps they were tortured to death. This was the best outcome for them, at least they wouldn't be forced to endure the excruciating torture of being slowly sliced to death before they could die. Not everyone in the safe house is dead; there is still one person inside. A guy who realized something was wrong beforehand and decisively abandoned the others who were trying to escape. He started the car, floored the accelerator, and tried to drive onto the street. The survivor knew that only by rushing into the street would he have even a sliver of a chance to survive. The sports car beneath me roared powerfully, launching itself into the air and unleashing incredible acceleration. Almost there, just a little bit more. The streetlights are getting closer and closer. At that moment, the sports car lost control. To be precise, it was hit by another sports car, causing it to lose control and crash into the wall. The culprit who threw the sports car was now greeting the survivor through the car window, saying, "Hey, nice car." Mo Jiang didn't know much about cars, only that it was a sports car. "Since you like this car so much, let it be your coffin." Then, a violent collision sound rang out from the area swallowed by darkness. Each impact felt like two cars colliding. In the end, only an iron ball about one meter in diameter remained, continuously oozing blood. No one would know that just five minutes ago, this iron ball was a very valuable sports car. No one knew that this sports car and the people inside had been brutally beaten into scrap metal with a pair of bare hands... And a pool of flesh and blood completely mixed with steel. Dark clouds began to gather in the Chicago night sky, and soon a torrential downpour began. It was as if even the heavens were weeping for this. Or perhaps it's about cleaning the filth from this city. Regardless of which one it is, it all leads to one thing. Many more will die tonight. 911 has made you howl for over a decade, I can make you 97.911 every day. The Chicago police were nearly driven mad the next day. To be precise, he was driven crazy by the countless police reports he received in the middle of the night. Death, mass death, gangs throughout the city were attacked. Whether they are gang leaders or errand boys, their figures can be seen everywhere, in the alleys away from the main streets and in remote, dilapidated abandoned warehouses. Or…… Dead body. The bodies were mutilated; not a single one was intact. Before seven o'clock, the forensic doctor had already broken down. It wasn't just one or two forensic doctors who collapsed, but almost all the forensic doctors in the city were on the verge of collapse. They were like people faced with a jigsaw puzzle that had to be completed. The puzzle was extremely difficult, and what was most terrifying was that it contained fragments of many other puzzle pieces. Their job was to carefully sort out each piece and piece them together to form the complete picture. Not to mention that due to the heavy rain, countless broken parts were washed into the sewers or other places. Chicago police found bodies in almost every alley and every remote corner, and each body died in a very unsettling manner. When his subordinates summarized and submitted the report, the Chicago director knew that he could no longer stay in his position. Even with Lucky Quinn helping him, it would be the same. …… The rooftop of a building somewhere in Chicago. Mo Jiang stood on a high place, enjoying the breeze and taking a break. His workload last night was ridiculously high. In fact, he had only taken a break from the rain half an hour ago to find a place to rest. Just then, Mo Jiang's phone rang. He didn't even need to look to know it was Aiden calling. As for Sunk, Roland, and the people from Golden Wind, they were probably still waiting for him to return, so they would definitely not call him at this time. "I am Mojiang." Aiden was silent for a long time on the other end of the phone before finally asking, "Do you know how many people you killed yesterday?" "I don't know, the workload is too great, I don't have time to calculate." "According to the data that the police urgently counted and released at 7 o'clock, a total of 892 bodies have been identified so far. More than 60% of the bodies have a wholeness of less than 60%. The whole of Chicago is now in a state of panic. The gangsters have gone crazy, the cleanup crew has gone crazy, and the police are about to go crazy too." 892 people? Did I kill that many people last night? Mo Jiang naturally couldn't count them one by one; last night, in order to maximize the efficiency of the killing, he hardly stopped. Upon hearing this number, Mo Jiang immediately realized that the matter could no longer be kept secret. It's not just that it can't be kept secret; this matter has even been mentioned in international news. In the most powerful country and the third largest city, a massive and extremely brutal murder occurred last night, leaving nearly a thousand dead. The figure of 892 is the number we have so far; the actual number could be more than a thousand. "and then?" "Next, you may have to face the army, and the Golden Wind will not let you off the hook either." Mo Jiang knew that the United States would not let this go easily; they would definitely catch the murderer and announce it to the world, regaining their lost face. As for taking Golden Wind hostage, in Mo Jiang's mind, this was almost inevitable. This was exactly what Aiden was worried about. He knew the effort Mo Jiang had put into Golden Wind, and he also knew that Golden Wind would inevitably face the crisis of becoming a hostage. "It's alright, let them catch us. Even if everyone in Golden Wind dies this time, it doesn't matter." Mo Jiang knew very well that he was no match for a modern army, let alone be able to protect the Golden Wind. So while the carnage raged last night, Mo Jiang also secretly made some arrangements when no one was watching. He secretly infiltrated the furniture factory, inserted a small piece of wood into a batch of finished doors, and poured on the "Salvation Dry Wine" he had been making recently. Such behavior, mixed in with last night's frenzied killings, occurred more than once. Some of the doors manufactured by the furniture factory remain in Chicago, while others are distributed to other cities and rural areas across the United States. Each of these doors serves as a unique coordinate for him, and also as his escape route. Mo Jiang knew very well that he couldn't protect everyone in Golden Wind, but he could transform himself into a terrorist with the ability to retaliate in kind. "By the way, is it possible for someone to eavesdrop on our phone calls now?" "will not." Having secretly hijacked the ctOS system, Aiden's phone calls naturally wouldn't be eavesdropped on, nor would his whereabouts be traced. "Then find some time later to hand over the contents of this call to the police or the government. Well, how should I put it, I can't protect Golden Wind under the pressure of the military, and even a few hackers can make me run around in circles and cause Golden Wind to be attacked." "However, I can guarantee one thing: if any member of Golden Wind, even just a pet dog, gets into trouble, I will launch the most terrifying retaliation." "This country fought a war in Afghanistan for twenty years because of 9/11. I remember when 9/11 first happened, they were wailing as if their parents had died." "And I have the power to make every city in this country experience a 9/11-like event every day, and to make buildings no longer dare to exceed 100 meters." With that, Mo Jiang hung up the phone. Mo Jiang could already sense that the furniture factories had begun shipping out their products, and a large number of coordinates were being slowly but resolutely dispersed to various corners of Chicago, as well as more distant towns and cities. He wasn't too concerned about the military's threat, unless they dared to drop missiles or even nuclear bombs on Chicago. If that happened, Mo Jiang could only say he admired them and then obediently accept defeat. As long as the US and Iran dare to touch the gold, he will do nothing else but confront that country head-on. An organization in operation is indeed a terrifying force.