"Uh-huh!" I tilted my head and looked at him, raising the handgun. Pow!

The bullet pierced through his neck.

The scene fell silent, nearly 30 thugs were wiped out by me alone.

I picked up the phone.

"What the hell happened, you bastards, who can tell me?"

"Hey, Martin Gustavo?"

"Who are you?" A strange voice entered Martin Gustavo's eardrum, his pupils contracted fiercely.

"My name is Kenny Clark!"

"Kenny Clark, I know you, Miami's butcher! What are you doing in Tanzande?"

"I never owe anything to anyone."

"WHAT?"

"You kidnapped my sister, hurt her, she is my angel, now, you will face my wrath, my fury, I will repay you tenfold."

"Are you threatening me?" Martin's fury equally erupted.

In Tanzande, he is the king, nobody can act like this.

"No no no, this is not a threat, it's mercy, for those poor girls, for Ella, for Kelly, for Martina, for myself, I will give you my final mercy."

"Do you think you can do it? Just you? Ridiculous!" Martin Gustavo laughed, filled with anger.

"I know you're powerful, with numerous gunmen under command, plus help from the police department, border patrol, SO what?! You're an ordinary person, if one bullet doesn't solve, then two will.

If your power is weakened, do you think other gangs will spare you?

No, they will only explode like a school of sawtooth piranhas stimulated by blood, those South American carnivorous fish will burst into bloodthirsty frenzy and tear you to pieces. This is the law of the jungle!

The death of a king is not the end, it represents the birth of a new king."

"You bastard!" For the first time, Martin felt the pressure, I was right, Tanzande as the most active place for border trade, represents wealth, represents huge gray income, merely smuggling refined oil amounts to millions of US Dollars a month.

This is a piece of fat meat, no criminal syndicate would be uninterested, they're like a pack of hungry wolves staring at the Cucuta Group, once the opponent is weak, they will hunt and divide it.

"Am I right? Then, I allow you!"

"What the hell do you want to say?"

"Tremble, I allow you to fear!"

"You can try!"

"Martin, I will come for you, wait for me! Remember my name, Miami's butcher, Kenny Clark! I will come to you, listening to your pleading voice, wait for me."

I hung up the phone.

Martin shouted angrily, "You're dead, fucker!"

I picked up the Uzi gun from the ground, tossed the cigarette butt to the floor, and looked to the other side, laughing joyfully.

"Tonight, the slaughter will continue, with your blood pleasing me! The game, continues!"

Bang bang bang bang!

Gunfire in Zone 7 roared again, no one sleeps tonight.

No one could have imagined, an ordinary shooting would shock all of Tanzande by dawn.

The Cucuta Group lost 53 people overnight.

The enemy is said to be only one!

In Miami, a gang or crime syndicate with 53 gunmen is definitely not a small player.

Yet in one night, these guys were slaughtered by one person.

Tanzande's reaper, this will be my new title.

Reaping death and life!

An hour later, Martin received the news.

He widened his eyes, tossed his sunglasses to the ground, and crushed them.

"What did you say? Our people are all dead?"

"Yes BOSS, including the people from the brothel, a total of 53. All dead."

The subordinate making the call was trembling, as he looked at the ground full of corpses, fear spread throughout his body, his muscles stiffened. "Bodies, bodies everywhere, God, it's like a slaughterhouse here. Blood flowing, death shrouding the whole Zone 7."

"Find that guy for me, a five million bounty!"

"BOSS, we only have 50 people left, needing to station at the warehouse, where there's a lot of cash, and some need to produce cocaine in the kitchen by the border, we don't have more manpower."

"FUCK! Got it, get the police on motion, find him, immediately."

"Other gangs have already received the news, many guys are gathering."

"Damn it!"

Martin Gustavo smashed the phone, facing such a crisis for the first time, somewhat helpless.

Martin's face darkened, the subordinate beside him handed him the satellite phone, "Does BOSS need to contact the boss?"

"No no no, the boss is now a legitimate businessman, his goal is the election, to become the governor of Northern Tanzang Province. Can't affect his plans. Put out the bounty, let those bounty hunters, and Venezuelan beggars help us find this guy.

Let the brothers gather at the warehouse, there's ten million in cash there, no mistakes."

"Yes, BOSS!"

I slowly walked back to the tavern, not using the thugs' cars, that would expose my position, tonight, many people didn't appear on the streets.

I smashed the power distribution boxes along the way, plunging half of Tanzande into darkness, no surveillance, no one can clearly see my face and position.

Tanzande descended into chaos.

Knocking on the tavern door, the moment it opened, three guns aimed at me.

Candles were lit in the dark tavern.

"Damn you, Kenny!"

Everyone was shocked the instant they saw me, I was covered in blood, my jacket stained red with it.

"Oh my God!" Duke exclaimed, "Did you come back from hell?"

"Yes, hell welcomed many tonight, too busy, I came back."

"You're still smiling!" Maria looked at me angrily, "What did you do?"

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