At 8 o'clock, the envelope appeared on time in the 22nd block, in the hands of a Chinese who was returning home from work. It was a slow-moving vehicle. The person sitting in the passenger seat threw the envelope at his feet and sped off.

By the time the envelope was handed over to the monk and then into his hands, it was already half an hour later.

"Hey, what a coincidence." Looking at the name on the envelope, Li Zitao curled his lips.

"Monk, take your people and follow me." What Li Zitao was talking about was the foolish boldness of rushing out with him last night and killing those gunmen.

He couldn't even hold the muzzle of his gun down and had no aim, so he dared to rush out and face the brutal mafia. Although it was a bit stupid, his courage was commendable.

Li Zitao wanted to focus on cultivating the six of them, as his future confidants, Wang Dagou, who was his only relative.

Without Wang Dagou's throw, Li Zitao would not be where he is now, and cracking his anus would be his only end.

It's too early to say this now, it's better to wait until he can afford these things before considering this matter!

Now, he needs to get rid of the name on the envelope.

Riding a bicycle, Li Zitao pedaled hard. The bicycle, which made noise all over except the bell, belonged to Huang Fangfang's family.

Followed by the monk and his five friends, the Chicago printer was stuffed under his coat and his pockets were filled with magazines, which made their movements a little awkward when pedaling.

However, they followed small roads along the way and were interspersed with detours, which did not attract the attention of the police. As for whether the target was prepared or not, this was not something he could guess.

Royal Nightclub, I don’t know why, all over the world there are entertainment venues with the prefix of ‘Royal’, Royal Nightclub, Crown Bar... Well, Royal One?

"Perhaps we can open one in the future, Royal One, the name is very good!" Li Zitao thought with some evil humor.

Parking the car in a nearby street, Li Zitao walked up the patterned stone steps, with a bright smile on his face, and walked step by step towards the door of the nightclub.

"Sir, please..." The muzzle of the gun raised under the windbreaker made the waiter raise his head, shut up, and look straight into the distance, turning a blind eye to the people walking in front of him.

Two of his subordinates spontaneously took over the door, and the other four followed Li Zitao into the nightclub. As soon as they entered the dance hall, their white bodies almost blinded them.

Gentlemen in suits and ties stood on the dance floor, admiring the graceful dancing. When their hearts moved, they stretched out their hands to apply a handful, put it in front of their noses and smelled it gently, leaving a lingering fragrance in their hands.

Wandering wantonly on the dance floor, Li Zitao was looking for his target, the skilled professional killer.

The entire nightclub has three floors. The first floor is an open dance floor and bar, the second floor is private rooms, and the third floor is guest rooms.

Except for the guy who casually shakes off his skin and is replaced by a white guy, everything is like going back to the 'disco' era, which looks quite interesting.

"Go relax and have a drink!" Li Zitao patted the monk's shoulder, glanced at the second floor, and said with a smile: "Don't drink too much."

The monk nodded as if he had realized something, and led the people to the bar. The bartender who was wiping the glasses still had a cold face, and he didn't know if the monk could communicate with him.

"Hey, there's a yellow-skinned pig here, haha, look what I see? A yellow-skinned pig mixed in with the white people..." Just as he crossed the corridor and was about to go upstairs, Li Zitao's harsh ridicule stopped him in his tracks.

Leaning next to the corridor, the drunkard who was hugging the dancer and munching on him pointed at him and shouted unscrupulously. The dancer next to him was also laughing and laughing.

"Sir, you are drunk." He stepped forward calmly, stretched out his hand to hold the finger pointed at him, and gently shook it upward.

"Ah~ My finger, you son of a bitch, Bichi, you broke my finger..." The drunkard shouted with his hands folded, while the dancer next to him had put her hands against the wall and closed her mouth with fear on her face.

"No, I'm just telling you that you should learn to respect others, especially noble yellow people." Li Zitao grabbed his collar and lifted it up, showed a kind smile, patted his cheek gently, and turned around

Go up the stairs.

Da da da……

The sound of footsteps rang in his heart, Li Zitao's hand was already on the python, and the cold murderous intention flowed in his eyes, like a silent sweet spring.

Li Zitao doesn't know McGurn, but he knows how to find him.

"Hey, beauty, can you tell me a secret?" A $5 Franklin was stuffed between the dancer's majestic breasts, and Li Zitao showed a charming smile.

"Of course, why don't we go over there." The dancer's eyes lit up, she pointed in the direction of the bathroom and said.

She smiled noncommittally, and as soon as she turned around the corridor and ensured that the sight of the outside world was completely gone, Li Zitao hugged her forcefully into his arms.

"Oh, your thing hit me, it's so strong." The dancer exclaimed, and her voice with a smile made people know what happened.

"Really? Maybe you should see it in person." The muzzle of the gun stuck in the waist was tilted upward, and the dancer could feel its coldness and murderous intent through her pants.

"You, what do you want?" The dancer lowered her head in panic and asked in fear.

"I want to buy Mr. McGurn a drink, but I can't find him. This is really a pity. If I can't fulfill my wish, I will lose sleep tonight." Li Zitao's rough fingers slid across her cheek, asking the dancer to

Tremble unnaturally.

"I know, I'll take you there." The dancer raised her head and said hurriedly. At the same time, she was terribly frightened. She remembered the rumors about yellow skin.

It was said that a group of yellow-skinned people were fighting against the underground emperor Capone's forces in Chicago, and Frank was killed by them. Now it seems that all this is true.

"You are very smart, don't worry, no one will know what you said." Li Zitao hugged her body tightly and rushed out of the corner with strong steps.

At the same time, his head kept rubbing against the dancer's face. Viewed from the back, he looked like a couple who were eager to start a fight.

"The fourth room, he's in there." As she took her seat and stepped back, the dancer whispered McGurn's location into Li Zitao's ear.

"Thank you very much." He came to the third room, twisted the handle, and the door opened smoothly. Li Zitao pushed the dancer in.

Then he turned around and kicked open the door of the next room. Two pythons appeared in his hands, and he fired six shots at the bed with "bang bang bang".

At this moment, his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of needles, and a huge rage rose in his eyes. There was no one in this room, and Li Zitao screamed in his heart: "I'm going to suffer." The door to the next door had already opened.

The dancer, who was weak and helpless just now, now held a Chicago typewriter in both hands and pulled the trigger towards Li Zitao with a sinister smile on her face.

"Fk." He kicked his feet hard and flew into the room in front of him. Li Zitao cursed in his heart, "Bitch is ruthless." Just now, he kissed me and me, and now he is going to kill him with a machine gun.

The gunfire stopped, and a rough male voice sounded: "Listen to Ma Ji, if you want to kill me, Frank will die in your hands, right?"

"McGunn?" Li Zitao hid on the side of the cabinet by the door, carefully looking out from the corner of his eyes, but said unwillingly: "That's right, I beat him into a hornet's nest."

The two were chatting upstairs, and the ballroom below was already in chaos. The guests dispersed spontaneously, and a group of mafia members armed with machine guns ran out from behind the surrounding walls. The bartender kept looking around with his eyes.

4 indifferent Asians.

Just when his hand touched the handle of the rifle, jumping sparks flashed in front of him, and a bullet ended his life.

The monk has been waiting, waiting for all the guests to finish running, and now is the time for them to appear.

Why did Capone end up in Philadelphia Prison? Even though he enjoyed food and clothing there, his freedom was limited to the space in the prison.

Therefore, gang vendettas must be kept low-key. It doesn't matter if the person is dead, but don't let the public know too much. The corpses must be disposed of cleanly and civilians should not be involved, just like the maroon bar.

All the newspapers reported that the police had wiped out a drug gang, and that in bullet-riddled bars, piles of opium kept people in high spirits.

Although I still don’t have that much trust in the government, at least this is a good start.

In the maroon bar incident, the key figure "undercover policeman," became Li Zitao's identity.

As for the media wanting to know who he is, haha, didn’t I tell you that he was an undercover agent?

We want to protect the safety of public officials. What if we tell you that you are retaliated against by your fellow drug dealers?

Of course, the one who heroically cracked this drug trafficking case was the sergeant in the police station who relied on William Dever. As for the great and wise Chief Fukuzawa, how could such a trivial matter bother him?

Therefore, in the newspaper, Director Grant Fuser's smile looked as ugly as if he was crying, but William Dever's smile was brilliant and full of pride.

Sometimes what the public needs is not the truth. They just need to know that the police are handling the case heroically and protecting their safety.

The rumors on the street have nothing to do with the people. They are just the nonsense of street gangsters. The great American police are still very capable.

In the fierce exchange of fire, the monk and three other people took advantage of the location of the bar to hold back the gunmen who wanted to go upstairs for support.

As for McGurn above, leave it to the boss Li Zitao to deal with it, soldier against soldier, king meets king.

But now the monk is full of confidence and the boss who can solve all problems, Li Zitao is facing an embarrassing situation.

Two machine guns were pointed at the door, and the footsteps of one of them were gradually moving towards the back. The rooms here were all made of wood. When bullets came down, I felt absolutely chilled.

Looking at the Python revolver with 6 rounds left in his hand, Li Zitao cursed in his mind, 'If I had known, I wouldn't have acted so cool.'

If there was a Chicago typewriter here, he wouldn't just cut melons and vegetables, just type and call it a day. There would be no need for such trouble as now.

The moment the footsteps stopped behind him, Li Zitao suddenly kicked off his right foot, his body flew through the air and drew an arc, flashing through the air and landing behind the bed.
Chapter completed!