"Do you think he has a problem?" Wang Dagou said as he looked at Hans's back as he walked away.

Danny said silently: "I don't know."

"He is getting closer to Lilith, but that doesn't mean anything, right?" Wang Dagou asked.

"Of course, this doesn't mean anything." Danny said strangely: "But taking the initiative to cooperate with Gekt must mean something we don't know."

"I will pay attention." Wang Dagou nodded thoughtfully.

"By the way, how about Ellier?"

Hearing him ask, Danny said with a weird expression: "It's not very good, I think she's hiding something."

"Did you tell Charlie?" Wang Dagou asked.

"No, not yet." Danny hesitated, "I don't know if my judgment is accurate--and what to say."

"Do you don't know what to say, or are you not sure if you should say it?" Wang Dagou's eyes became sharp.

Although the expression was laughing, it seemed like there was another face hidden below.

"Don't question me, Wang, you can't do this even if you are." Danny said in a cold tone: "No one can question my loyalty to his boss."

"Is that true?" Wang Dagou looked at him, and after a long time, he suddenly smiled: "I'm just a joke, I wish you good luck."

"Good luck too." The conversation ended, and Danny opened the door.

"Do you really think someone else is involved in that matter?" Wang Dagou suddenly asked as he was about to walk out of the room.

"You should ask others about this question, I just follow the orders." After saying that, Danny did not stop and quickly left the building.

Next, he has to go to a few more places, meet a few old friends, and wait for news about Coria. If things go well there, it will be over.

...

...

San Antonio, dusk.

Everyone gathered in the barn and quietly selected their respective weapons.

They were making final preparations, and the person who went to inquire about the news was back, "The Columbus brothers are in the club, and it's a bloody night tonight."

"What bloody night?" Corlia asked in confusion.

"Put a group of people in a cage, only the final winner can survive... There is no rule, no pause." Carlo said with a cigar in his mouth.

"It sounds good." Corlia grinned.

"This name is more suitable for current operations." Corolla said with a smile on his bolt.

"Let's add some fun to him and set off."

Outside the back door of the warehouse, three fully loaded pickup trucks drove into the highway and disappeared inconspicuously under the night.

At the Country Club, the Columbus brothers were sitting on the spacious second floor, watching the ring with iron cages installed below and the excited crowd.

"How many people are there tonight?" Hanter asked with interest while drinking beer.

"Originally, there were 13 people, and 2 people were killed on the way to come." The person in charge of the ring said with a smile.

He is also excited about the upcoming game.

"It seems we have a killer who ignores the rules tonight." Hearing that someone was killed before he even came on the court, Hunter excitedly took a sip of wine.

He doesn't like to abide by the rules and hopes that this time it will be that guy who survives, and he will talk to the other party in person.

If you like it, let the other party stay by your side.

"How many people bet?" Compared to Hanter's preference for excitement and blood, Glenn is more concerned about money.

The audience bets on the spot were all small money, and Glenn asked the big dealers who sent their hands to watch the game to ensure fairness and bet on the phone.

"1.06 million, Glenn, everyone is in high spirits."

"Very good. It seems that next time we need a new venue and a bigger ring!" Glenn said enthusiastically.

Nothing is more exciting than the pleasure brought by money, not even the little girl around you.

"Time is up." Hanter kept looking at his watch. As soon as the second hand pounded, he had already stood up. "Now, the blood fight began."

The beer bottle in his hand hit the iron bar, and the fragments were splashed with beer. For the waiting boxers, it was a signal of the battle's beginning.

"Kill the King, kill them."

"Do you know who he is? He is the god of death who harvests your lives. Come on, kick him the balls--"

"Little bastard, jump up and scratch his face... Oh~ That's it, fuck him, ahha..."

"Man, go ahead!" Someone threw a wrench into the ring and was immediately picked up and swung hard.

Bang ~

Blood flew out of the field with teeth mixed with its teeth, and the smell of blood fermented in the crowded air, making the atmosphere on the scene even more crazy.

"Kill him, use force, damn bastard, haven't you eaten?" Hant on the second floor walked around irritably, and sometimes shouted excitedly.

Glenn didn't stop him, letting him vent his inner anger and madness.

The two of them didn't know that the gatekeeper at the entrance of the club had already been torn open with a knife and died in pain.

"Don't make it so disgusting, okay?" Looking at the corpse lying on the ground, Corlia wiped the blood from her face with some disgust.

"Are you scared?" Carlo looked at him with a smile, and wiped the blood on the knife with the clothes of the corpse.

Corlia raised her brow and was so stern: "Pay attention to the way you speak, Carlo."

"Sorry, I'm just a little excited." Carlo apologized to him with a smile, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and pointed into the club gate.

Two men holding M16s raised their guns and moved forward. The passage was cleaned up with the faint sound of gunfire.

The expected strong attack did not appear. After clearing the corridor, the two subordinates retreated again.

A skinny guy ran out of the boxing scene, and his unpopular face showed flattering pleasing, "They are on it."

Hearing him say this, Carlo took the small pink bag handed over to the other party, and said gloomyly: "If you make a mistake, I will peel your skin - fill it with straw and make my new collection."

"There is no mistake, they are on it, I saw it with my own eyes." The other party kept talking while tremblingly opening the pink bag in his hand.

"We only have 15 minutes. When we hear the movement, their subordinates will come soon, hurry up." Corlia urged him not to waste his time.

"Let's start!" Carlo also felt that there was no problem. This poisonous insect had seen his own methods.

Even if it was a drug addiction attack, he didn't have the courage to lie to himself.

Two pickup trucks parked at the corner of the street drove over, adjusting the direction and facing the club's door.

When the car was parked, the people in the car bent down and picked up the assembled big guy, stood in the cab and stared at it, and smiled wildly and pulled down the bolt.

Dada dada...

The moment the two machine guns rang out, the spurting flames illuminated the surroundings of the car body, and countless bullet holes appeared on the wooden wall on the second floor of the club opposite.

The wood chips flew around, the holes became bigger and bigger, and the screams and the noise inside became clear.

Screams and running sounds came from the corridor. Carlo, who was guarding the door, threw away his cigarette, stood in front of the door with a gun in his hands, and said cruelly: "Go to die!"
Chapter completed!