As night falls, darkness covers the earth. However, Chicago, on the shore of Lake Michigan, is still brightly lit. It is the hometown of the third largest city in the United States, the Windy City and the skyscrapers. It has many names.

Marina City, because it resembles the corn cob, is commonly known as the Corn Building. It has successfully become a landmark in Chicago and has appeared in related film and television works and brochures. This comprehensive building, which contains two 61-story residential buildings with a height of 179 meters, has the unique design of "City in the City". It contains a restaurant, a theater, a bowling alley and a dock that can accommodate 700 small boats.

Tonight, a grand dinner was held in the restaurant on the top floor of Marina City to present awards to outstanding contributors to maintain urban security. Men and women in various evening dresses laughed happily in the interweaving of cups and plates, and one business after another was easily reached between the collision of wine glasses, which represented a million-dollar deal. In the crowd, the exposed socialites showed their charm and went to young talents or single men with white hair.

Launch an attack. In this luxurious and confusing space, a black-haired man with jade rings in his hand bent his lips and showed a charming smile. "Sir, are you going to have a glass of champagne?" a waiter asked politely. "Okay, thank you." The black-haired man picked up a glass of champagne and walked to the terrace. After taking a sip of wine, the man looked straight at the old town in the north. There were stars reflected in his deep black eyes, as if the entire Milky Way was in his eyes.

Since the 1950s, middle and upper-class residents of Chicago gradually began to migrate to the suburbs of the city, resulting in the decline and poverty of many parts of the city center. The current mayor, Richard M. Daly, is the son of former mayor Richard J. Daly. His policies focus on improving the living environment of Chicago, and implemented projects to revive and declined neighborhoods, improve urban infrastructure, and urban landscape along lakes and rivers. However, these can only change some neighborhoods. In the old town in southern Chicago, the crowded streets and compact houses still make it as dark and humid as the city of Copan in Batman after nightfall, as if it is a breeding ground for the deadly virus.

In the dim night, two Suvs drove into an abandoned factory with a medium-sized container truck like ghosts. When the vehicles stopped side by side, several car headlights suddenly lit up in the darkness opposite.

"Hey, Doug, you bastard turn off the headlights." A rough voice came from the group of big men who came down from the SUV. With this sound, the car opposite turned the high beam into low beam, and a group of big men also came down. The submachine guns in their hands and the bulging waists showed that they were not easy to mess with.

"Hahahaha, Diego, my old friend, don't be angry, just make a joke with you. The weather is boring." A fat man with a cigar in his mouth laughed and opened his arms to walk out of the crowd, hugging a small man among the men. "I have to let my old bones come out to play in this cold night, so you have to let me have some fun. OK, don't be angry, let's have two glasses of good whiskey after the transaction is completed, how about it." "You old guy, okay, okay, check the goods quickly, don't lie to me later, you must be the best whiskey." The little man with long curly hair waved to the back and walked aside with the fat man's shoulder.

Two big men walked out of the crowd and threw their guns behind them, opened the back of the container truck one left and right, and a cold mist spread out, revealing the true appearance of the container. Many frozen cows hung in the car. At this time, a strong white man came out from the middle of the subordinates brought by the fat man. He pulled out a wide dagger from his waist and inserted it hard into one of them. With a force, he cut a big hole and dropped a few packets of white powder from the hole. The man licked it with his fingers and said, "No problem, boss." "Haha" The fat man leaned against a car, patting the small man's shoulder while laughing, "Diego is an old friend, there must be no problem,

This is just a routine. Isn't it? Although we are doing illegal business, some of the procedures of the public are worth learning from. OK, let's test the money for our friends." Two large travel bags were thrown on the ground, and the little man unzipped the zipper. A dozen green US dollars in the bag were exposed under the light and emitted an attractive fragrance. The man picked up a few rolls of banknotes and tested them. He nodded to the little man Diego. Seeing the transaction completed, Diego smiled, patted the fat man's back, and laughed loudly: "Come on Doug, take out your good wine. The damn weather is cold. You should go to our Mexico for a vacation, and I will treat you well."

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!! Suddenly, gunfire sounds were heard in the entire warehouse. With several gunshots, the headlights of the two gangs were first turned off. Then a series of three shots of gunfire sounded. The two gangs were immediately knocked down. The screams after being shot filled the old factory. The remaining people hurriedly hid behind the car and took out their guns to shoot blindly in the darkness. Diego grabbed Doug's collar and asked angrily: "Damn it, this

What the hell is going on? Don’t you guys don’t know how to clear the market before the transaction?” “Shut up, idiot, of course we checked, who knows when they came.” The fat man also looked angry and shouted loudly, “Who is it? We are the Irish Gang, do you know, you guys raised by the idiots, you guys you shouldn’t have messed with people you shouldn’t have messed with. I swear, if we let us know who you are, we will skin you alive, and your family’s, I swear!”

However, the only answered him in the dark was the sound of gunfire with no hesitation and rhythm. The gunfire lasted for about 5 minutes, and the silence of the factory returned to silence. Ghostly figures slowly walked out of the shadows. The gunmen wearing night vision instruments on their faces and holding various assault rifles in their hands were vigilantly aiming at the corpses on the ground. Their gun posture and silent pace showed their good professionalism.

"Safe." "Safe." The gunmen checked their direction of responsibility. The indifference in the simple tactical terms could penetrate people's hearts. A giant man who led the lead, oh, for a humanoid object that was more than two meters tall and strong and almost broke his clothes. He glanced at the bloody battlefield, picked up two bags of money and threw it onto the container truck, turned around and issued an order: "Sweep the battlefield, eliminate traces, drive the car to the assembly point, and acted." The other gunmen nodded, and acted skillfully and quickly.

After seeing the actions of his subordinates, there was nothing wrong with the action. The giant walked outside the factory and under the moonlight, the giant showed his face. The bald head with protruding blood vessels and a angular face, and a hard and thick beard on his chin, which was enough to make anyone silent in front of him. The giant looked at Marina City a few kilometers away, nodded to the other side, and then jumped on the car coming from behind and disappeared into the night. Until this time, the long-awaited police car on the distant corner of the street roared with the police lights.

The black-haired man on the rooftop took another sip of wine and his smile became even brighter.

"Hi, Li. Why are you here? Why don't you find some beautiful women? Your appearance is so popular inside, haha." A middle-aged white man with gray hair on his hair also came behind him. His cheerful smile had a natural affinity.

"Oh, come on, Kosak. You know I don't like those scenes." The black-haired man kept a smile and turned around and touched his cup, whispering, "People like me cannot fit into that kind of occasion. Don't make things difficult for me. But how do you get rid of those women with over-secretion of hormones."

Kossack Dawson, born in an ordinary Chicago family, was a lawyer, philanthropist, and a congressman. Well, all of these titles showed his decent identity and prominent status. At this moment, our lawyer blinked like a child and lowered his voice: "Lee, don't say that, you have to know, I am a famous gentleman, a model of self-discipline, and even one of the next Senate's campaigners." Then he turned his face to the darkness, "Besides, I haven't forgotten how disgusting and dirty this circle is."

The black-haired man smiled without changing his lips, his lips were almost motionless, but his voice was clearly put into Kosack's ears. "Shut up, Kosack, you have to know how difficult it is for us to hold you to this position. Don't put that thing on your mouth. All you need to do is to show your compassion and nobility to the world, so as to get the seat you deserve. Compared with those inside, only you know what the people at the bottom really need, no, of course, you also have to let the top leaders get what they want, and these are what we consider. Go, don't worry about me, I shouldn't show up in this place. Let those omnipresent paparazzi take pictures of you and me, which will be of little help to your campaign."

"Hey, I just like this banquet that there are not many reporters to make an appointment with you." Dawson curled his lips.

"What's wrong? The campaign funds are running out again?"

"Yes, this job is simply a bottomless pit, and it's not enough."

"I'll give you another two million. I have only so much working capital right now. Please save some money. Brothers have been working a lot recently for this."

"I'm so embarrassed."

"Okay, everyone does their own duties. All you have to do is become that damn congressman. Your cultivation and perfect politician face are born to do this. Do you expect Locke to go to school for condolences? He will scare the big guys to cry when he smiles. Okay, Kosak, go back to where you should go." The black-haired man glanced at the cocktail party, "It's the place where you shine and heat. People do their duty and use everything. What you need to do is not waste your brothers' blood and sweat."

Dawson put away his smile and whispered with a pious look: "Abide by your teachings, Lord Great Master."

"No need to do this. All disciples in the church are equal. You will be promoted step by step. Of course, brothers will have endless benefits. By the way, there is a magma here. You can carry it with you. You can usually cure diseases and exorcise evil spirits and protect yourself at critical moments. The method of use is very simple. Hold it in your hand and throw it out. There is also an amulet here, which has a body-protective talisman that can keep you safe for five minutes. When the magma is broken, I or other priests will sense it. You can rest assured." After saying that, the black-haired man handed a talisman bag and a magma with a rope to Daoson. Daoson quickly hung the talisman bag around his neck, tied the magma to his wrist, thanked the man again, and then turned around and walked into the house.

"Oh, Dawson, where have you been, come and meet our Chicago Guardian, Sheriff Will."

Dawson raised the wine glasses in his hand to the two white men who came up to him: "Don't laugh at me when I said it. I just drank a little too much and went to the balcony to blow the air. Director Will, this glass of wine to you. This year, under your protection, the crime rate in Chicago has dropped by 5 percentage points. This is an amazing achievement. I firmly believe that this city will become more and more livable in your efforts."

Will's occupational disease made him glance at the balcony behind Dawson, but it was empty and there was nothing. So he raised his glass and smiled: "You are so kind. This is the result of all police officers' efforts. We will not be proud of it, but will use this achievement to urge ourselves to keep our city away from crime."
Chapter completed!