Lit a crumpled cigarette with his finger and held it in his mouth, Leon shook his finger in a decent manner to extinguish the flame on his fingertip, leaned back hard, and put his feet on the precious sandalwood desk.

There were many bloody handprints scattered on the table, and there was an ear that didn't know why it appeared here.

The thick back of the chair was deeply dented by Leon, making creaking wooden friction sounds. Its previous owner had never treated it with such little care.

Unfortunately, his former owner is currently hanging on the hook of a crane not far away, still dangling.

Well, it is in line with the laws of nature.

…

This is a distributed logistics center, and of course, this is its external business project.

In fact, dirty and despicable transactions are going on here every night.

The owner of the logistics center is a native of Goose. Because all transactions regarding population, washing powder, guns, etc. need a transit place, Lao Mao Xiong directly bought the land and built this logistics distribution center to whitewash peace.

and "cargo" transit.

In the years since this super-large logistics center was built, countless crimes have occurred here. Every brick and stone on the ground has been stained with blood.

Through friendly inquiries, Lyon got this address from a kind man who had a bloody head, blind eyes, and all his fingers cut off.

When he came here for the first time and walked outside, Leon even doubted whether his information was wrong. After all, this aspect of things had never been his expertise. From the outside, this was just an ordinary logistics company.

Just the center.

There are trucks and forklifts coming and going, various containers, busy workers and colorful goods being distributed in large packages everywhere.

Did that person lie to him? Leon was a little doubtful and a little regretful. Maybe he shouldn't have sent him to Mephisto for another job so early...

However, the same sentence remains: it’s coming.

…

Leon is not lacking in such things as patience, nor is he lacking in curiosity and determination to fight to the end, so Leon waited here honestly until night.

Sure enough, under the night, its true colors were completely exposed.

There are still those bulky machines, and the same workers with the same expressions as before, but this time the "security force" they are equipped with for the things they are transporting may be a little too sufficient.

Seeing this, Leon basically knew what was going on.

However, people still can't kill indiscriminately, after all, Leon is not a bad guy or a lunatic.

A black wasp landed on the roof of a truck. As it passed through checkpoints guarded by guns, it continued to penetrate into the oversized integrated logistics center, and finally stopped in front of a pile of trucks.

At this time, Leon also saw the table and the person behind the table with his back to this direction, puffing out a cigar.

Wow~ The style is pretty good, I’ve watched the movie a lot...

The man turned around and stood up slowly. He was wearing a black suit, a red tie, and a rotten beer belly. Not to mention, he looked like a boss behind the scenes!

As the man signaled his followers to open the containers one by one, the contents inside were also seen one by one by Leon on the roof of the car.

These guys really didn't let him find the wrong place...

The clone appeared silently and left silently, coming outside to guard every possible exit. Leon did not try to be mysterious and appeared directly in front of everyone, warning: "Maybe my appearance is not the right time for you.

, but fortunately, your appearance is perfect for me."

What follows is an old-fashioned plot, with quick turns of heads, looking around, the sound of guns being loaded, and most importantly, noisy yelling and yelling: Who! Where is this person! Boss!

…

"Are you the mysterious killer?"

At the critical moment, the elder brother who takes the lead has to be the most confident. He directly stretches out his hands and spreads his fingers to control the field. After the younger brothers calm down, he holds a cigar in his mouth, puts his hands in his pockets, and walks around with a smile.

asked Leon, who also had his hands in his pockets.

In the recent dark world, there is a mysterious guy who is constantly hunting all major vital social organizations. No matter how fast Leon works, some news has still leaked out. He is also a blood-sucking person in the gutter.

Scumbags, there's no way they don't know these things.

To be precise, they had been waiting for the mysterious killer to come to their door.

Leon could probably figure this out as he looked at the strong men who kept coming up from all around.

"If you're talking about the person who volunteers to clean at night and paint the house for free, well, that would be me."

Leon's tone was calm, and he didn't feel like he had fallen into a complete set. On the contrary, from his tone, you could even hear a hint of subtle joy.

Under the mask, Leon really couldn't restrain the corners of his mouth from rising.

What a good person, knowing that it would be too troublesome and unrealistic to go and kill them one by one, so he took the initiative to gather so many club members here. If all the gang bosses can have this consciousness, Leon feels that he can do things by himself.

The efficiency can be increased by at least 200%.

"Wow...it's all about backbone strength. It's really..."

A pair of thick arms suddenly appeared from behind Leon and strangled his neck hard. The black tattoos on the forearms were topped by bulging veins and blood vessels, showing a different kind of strength and beauty. It can be seen that

The owner of the arm used so much strength.

Leon was interrupted only halfway through his words. The boss stretched out his hands from his pockets, twirled his cigar, turned around and made a helpless gesture to his men, and joked with a smile: "This guy doesn't seem to realize that he is

In this situation, am I being too kind?"

"No, boss!" The younger brothers shouted in confusion.

"You are the most vicious! Cruel!"

…

"Yes, you are the most inhumane!"

…

"Ugly! He doesn't look like a good person!"

…

"Who said that just now!"

The boss reached down again and successfully controlled the situation. He turned around and looked at the mysterious killer who was being harassed by the strong man. He took out a very gorgeous knife from his suit, which was a letter cutter.

"My uncle gave it to me. I used it to kill my stepfather and start my career.

The last person this knife killed was my uncle. I regret it very much, but he really deserves to die.

We still have to use knives, that's our style, isn't it?

So! Now, who is willing to use this knife to cut open the mask of our Mr. Killer and cut off his ears?

Be careful, don’t let our Mr. Killer die accidentally. It’s okay to stab him a little, but don’t hit his vitals.”

Holding up the letter cutter, the boss showed off his skills like a poor host and an unreliable auctioneer.

However, the younger brothers were extremely supportive, and random voices sounded again. Some people raised their machetes, various hunting knives, and even bone chopping knives, loudly recommending themselves to the boss.

"Why don't you let me try it myself?"

The sound was not loud, but the boss heard it very clearly because it was the only sound coming from behind him.

Holding the knife, he turned around and saw that it was the killer wearing a strange mask who was speaking.

His current state is a bit strange, because he is so normal. He is obviously locked with a guillotine, but he didn't even take his hands out of his pocket.

Also, his voice was too normal. The boss felt a little doubt and uneasiness in his heart, but he was immediately washed away by the turbulent sound behind him.

Yes, I have so many people, why should I be afraid when facing a caught fool?

"Ha, that's interesting..."

The boss turned the knife in his hand, looked at Leon with a smile in his eyes: "You want to cut off your own ears, and then beg me to spare your life?

Oh hahaha, no, no, in that case, such a big battle today would be too boring, what do you think?"

Leon still ignored the pair of big arms around his neck and calmly returned: "You just said that using knives is your style. I think I should know what kind of gang you are.

Let’s make a bet.”

bite.

The boss's knife fell from the air and he caught it in his hand. The tail of the knife hit the silver cufflinks on his sleeves, making a crisp sound.

"……explain."

The boss's smile gradually faded and his voice was no longer high. A while has passed since the guy wearing the mask was caught, but the boss never saw what he wanted to see and heard what he wanted to hear.

Yes, this made him very uncomfortable.

"It's better than this..."

Leon took his hands out of his pockets.

"We use our fists..."

Raise your arms.

"Use a knife..."

Curl your hands.
To be continued...