FBI agents and members of the National Guard combat team breathed a sigh of relief.

Under the command of Mosley, they were the first to leave.

"retreat?"

Gang members were not so happy.

They have just entered the state not long ago. It feels like they have just warmed up and the hunting competition is over?

"Fake!"

Finn Cooley was quite dissatisfied: "Who do you think we are, bartenders who come and go when called upon?"

His testing of the micro-bomb he developed was far from over.

"These vampires are very resistant to being beaten. They are good punching bags. I plan to catch two and take them back to torture them slowly."

The strong black man nicknamed Barracuda raised his eyebrows, and his fierce eyes fell on Mosley: "You should have no objection, right?"

"At the end of the game, it looks like the Russians have achieved the highest number of kills and the prize money is ours."

The Lankhov brothers and their younger brother checked the quantities.

Looking at the pile of human heads forming a hill in the corner, I couldn't help laughing.

"We Irishmen have killed more than fifty of them in total. You bunch of furry bears have no brains. You can't even count who is older or younger?"

John Looney made a sarcastic statement.

A group of people started to talk tit for tat again.

Mosley was not surprised at all and had a headache.

I can't wait to have David come in in a wheelchair immediately and deal with these unruly gangster lunatics.

"stop fighting."

At this time, as Kingpin's representative, Bullseye stood up.

He looked around, his cold eyes passing over the faces of everyone present, and slowly spoke:

"This is not a place for internal strife."

"Our mission is completed, it's time to leave. Next... no one wants to conflict with the army."

After a pause, he emphasized: "This is what David meant, and it is also what Kingpin and Pushkin meant."

"snort!"

Finn Cooley snorted coldly, finally threw a bomb into the pile of vampires, and turned around and left without hesitation.

Barracuda thought about it and didn't really capture a vampire to use as a sandbag, but he casually picked up the vampire's head that he had chopped off and planned to take it back and make it into a specimen collection.

When the others saw this, some were dismissive, while others thought it was quite commemorative. They also took the vampire heads as trophies and walked towards the exit.

He looks like a serial murderer with a special collecting habit.

Mosley and others' mouths twitched when they saw it, but they didn't dare to stop him.

soon.

Gang members exited the building one after another.

Less than half of the vampire heads piled up in a hill were also taken away.

door.

The heavily armed SWAT police, holding shields, saw the gang members appearing and were shocked by the trophies in their hands.

With a vigilant face and a hint of fear in his eyes, he watched them stay away from sight.

Everyone who was paying attention to the movement of the building saw the appearance of this group of gangsters.

The blood-soaked, lifelike vampire heads in their hands made everyone swallow their saliva subconsciously, marveling at the other party's heavy taste.

In particular, the human face contained in these heads blinks from time to time, and the eyeballs are still moving, looking like they are not dead, which is even more shocking.

The scene is like a horror movie, which makes people’s hair stand on end.

Wesley frowned slightly.

He believes that his short career as a killer has made him cold-blooded enough.

It can be seen that I still feel a little physically uncomfortable after seeing this scene.

I suddenly had a new understanding of Hell's Kitchen.

Then, at David's signal, he came back to his senses and pushed his wheelchair forward to greet him.

Finn Cooley, John Looney, McGinty, the Rankelhoff brothers, Barracuda, Shin Yoshioka, Christu Blatt, Nikki Kavela and others all set their sights on Sitting.

On David in a wheelchair.

Everyone has different expressions, and their eyes contain various meanings.

The audience remained silent, their eyes fixed on David and a group of gang members.

These are all big names in the New York underground world.

It can be said that they are all targets that can be arrested directly once evidence is found.

In addition, they were surrounded by a group of young brothers who were big and round and covered in blood.

There is also a vampire head hanging in his hand.

Who dares to underestimate it?

If their operation was not for reinforcements, I am afraid that what they will face next is a war between gangs and the government.

Mosley and Rodriguez stood not far away, looking solemn.

George Stacey was equally nervous.

The military commander who came to support, James Rhodes, also cast his gaze with interest, staring at David and others, thoughtfully.

"Hard."

David glanced at everyone's trophies without changing his expression.

Then he ordered the gunsmith on the side to open the suitcase he was carrying.

Inside are neatly filled banknotes!

"It's a million!"

David smiled and said: "With the same suitcase, there are nine more suitcases in the car, totaling 10 million. The extra is bonus... Your performance is perfect and you deserve the excess return."

"very good."

Although Finland Cooley was not completely happy, he was quite satisfied with the result and praised:

"David, you are much more interesting than your brother."

He didn't value the money, but he couldn't care less about the younger brother behind him.

Ten million may seem like a lot, but when it is actually distributed to each of them, it is not much.

The same goes for other gang members.

"gone."

The group was covered in blood, but almost no injuries were sustained.

Carrying his trophies and walking openly on the street, ignoring the gazes of the officials around him, he was extremely arrogant.

To be honest, a battle of this level is not considered high-intensity in their eyes.

Apart from their large numbers and tenacious vitality, the vampires in the building actually have nothing worthy of praise.

They really don't understand how the FBI agents and the National Guard were forced into this job by such a bunch of vampires.

Calculating it this way, using the FBI as an opponent seems to lower one's own standards a bit.

The group of people returned to their motorcade and passed by the soldiers in formation.

Finn Cooley, one of the Irish leader's bomb experts, noticed the equipment carried by the soldiers and squinted his eyes with a look of astonishment.

"Thermobaric grenade?"

I couldn't help but feel a little pity for the vampires in the building.
Chapter completed!