American comics: Kill people and you become stronger

It rained heavily in New York that day.

The heavy rain makes today seem a bit extraordinary. On 163rd Street and 89th Avenue in Jamaica, Queens, there are houses, merchandise stores, etc. on both sides of the street, but they all have the American style of the 2000s. There are signs everywhere on the walls. Various styles of graffiti.

Similarly, people of all colors live here, with rich racial diversity, but they are poor and backward. Multi-ethnicity also means chaos.

There are many large and small gangs around here.

However, the gangs in Queens have been very quiet recently, very quiet, and even the crime rate has dropped a lot. The biggest reason is that a serial murder case has been ongoing in the past four months.

The targets who were killed were either robbing gangsters or members of gangs.

The death toll reached more than two hundred, which is nothing short of a very horrifying number.

Gangsters have always done all kinds of evil, even trampling on lives and trampling on the law, but in this era, there are very few people who can make them pay the price, but now a guy who looks like the God of Death has appeared.

He is like a ghost that is everywhere, traveling in the darkness, looking for them and harvesting their lives.

They also tried to find him, secretly united, and issued a reward to catch this terrible guy.

However, it had no effect, and the ghost continued to harvest lives, so much so that many gangs in Queens moved out of the area out of fear.

For this reason, he gave up his territory.

Of course there are those who are afraid, and there are those who are not afraid.

One of them is Herman Odeh, a Hispanic.

When it was founded, it was actually in prison. He absorbed many Hispanic prisoners and created the Herman O'Dea Gunslingers, which dominated both inside and outside the prison, and occupied a large territory in Queens.

Each of their members has a life-size pistol tattooed on their lower abdomen, and their management is strict and traditional.

He has ties to Mexican drug traffickers and engages in home invasions, carjackings, assaults, and murders.

Since its establishment, there have been about two hundred members, and of course there are more people doing things for them. These two hundred or so are more of the core members. Everyone holds a large number of firearms and is a gunman who maintains gunfights.

The Gunslinger Hermann Od can only be described as having a vicious reputation.

Due to the complex network of interests, the NYPD rarely goes to trouble them.

But today, the footsteps of death have approached them, and the rainy night of this day will wash away the sins and blood.

Herman Old's territory spans more than a dozen streets, but their location is in an apartment building between 163rd Street and 89th Avenue in Jamaica. It is surrounded by bars, commodity stores, and supermarkets on both sides, and there are basically no residential buildings.

The environment here is relatively complex. There are many specially opened back doors and basements. When attacked, you can fight the enemy through the complex environment, hide in the basement, or escape through the back door.

While being public, he also has his own caution.

This is the survival rule of gangsters.

Rumble~

The sky thundered, and the rain poured down, but it still couldn't block the bright and feasting bar to welcome the guests. Cars and motorcycles were parked in the parking lot in front of the bar, and the crowd kept pouring into the bar.

Ladies with scantily clad clothes, proud figures, and heavy makeup gathered in groups with their male companions, ready to enjoy the evening.

On the opposite side, not far away, stands an apartment building with old bricks and tiles. There is also a tall courtyard in front, with barbed wire and so on. There are also special surveillance cameras and surveillance cameras surrounding the apartment building.

Hermann Odeh has done his best in establishing the defense line of the base camp.

However, he still couldn't guard against the approach of the God of Death.

The hustle and bustle of the bar and the heavy rain covered up some traces.

Under the curtain of darkness and rain, no one noticed. On the top floor of the building not far from the apartment building, a figure was silently observing the situation around the apartment building, scanning each one with sharp eyes.

Seeing through the secret sentry standing guard in the dark, the heavy rain could not block his vision, and his eagle-like eyes observed the location of the surveillance.

Finally, he turned his attention to the apartment building, which was more than ten stories high.

The body squatted slightly, and then suddenly jumped with force.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, his figure was like a sharp arrow piercing through the rain curtain, spanning a distance and height of tens of meters, and finally came to a window at the highest point of the apartment entrance. He grabbed the edge of the window with gloved fingers and gently pushed it open. There was no locked window, and he turned around and landed neatly.

This is a room with a bed and a bathroom, but it's empty.

While scratching the edge of the window, he glanced that there was no surveillance camera, so he closed the window and walked to the door with light steps. He closed his eyes against the door and magnified his senses.

In an instant, dense information flooded into my brain.

Hearing and smell are expanded, and the powerful auditory sense combined with the olfactory sense is like a scanner that instantly scans the entire building, constructing a 3D architectural picture in the brain. In this virtually constructed picture, each figure and information is being established.

The movement of people, the completely different but intertwined smells, stink, smoke, body odor, the metallic smell of firearms, the smell of alcohol, etc., as well as the vibration frequency of sound.

Soon, the visitor opened his eyes. When he heard footsteps approaching slowly, he stepped back slightly and ducked into the corner of the door. With the twist of the door handle, the door was opened and a person walked out. He came in, and as soon as he stepped in, he turned around to close the door, and covered his mouth and nose with one hand.

The man was suddenly startled. Before he could react, a sharp pain came, and the next second, he lost consciousness.

The body was gently dragged by the person, and he put the person on the ground, opened the door and walked out.

He glanced at the camera in the corner above the end of the passage, but without any indication, he quickened his pace and came to the spiral staircase. He supported the railing with one hand and jumped down. He fell from a height of more than ten floors to the Downstairs.

Bang!!

There was a dull sound when he fell to the ground on the first floor, and his figure only squatted down slightly without any abnormality.

There was a corner at the exit of the stairs, and around the corner was the living room. I seemed to hear something, and two people came over from the living room. As soon as they stepped into the corner, they were met with two punches with gloves.

As fast as lightning, it hit the neck with precision.

There were two clicks, and the neck collapsed. The two instinctively covered their necks and staggered back two steps. With expressions of despair and pain, they fell to the ground.

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