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The Crown District is the largest district in Newleigh, and also the most backward district with the worst security situation. There are millions of immigrants here, and there are many gangs. Murder, shooting, robbery, theft, contraband trafficking, smuggling and other crimes have never been No severance.

  So in the middle of the night, the streets and alleys in the Crown District are basically empty, basically all the shops are closed, only a few gangsters are still wandering, and no other pedestrians can be seen.

   Except for the sound of sirens in the distance, it was very quiet here.

   But this tranquility was quickly broken by the low roar of the engine, and one after another black armored vehicles drove into D31 Street, as if it was a torrent.

  The criminals who were hiding on the street corner and conducting transactions were terrified. They ran away and disappeared into the nearby alleys under the cover of night, like mice being chased by wild cats.

  Several armored vehicles stopped in front of a bar on D31 Street, and the cars behind them followed closely.

  The building where this bar is located has a total of six floors. It looks like a building that was built a hundred years ago. Due to the long-term lack of maintenance and repairs, it looks very dilapidated.

  There is a crooked signboard hanging on the outer wall of the terrace on the second floor. The neon sign of "Old Man" on it is on and off, and it may collapse at any time.

  The Old Man Bar is the only place still open on this street.

  Orange light filtered through the panes of glass over the gate, casting dappled marks on the sidewalk.

  A dozen or so armored vehicles lined up in a long queue, quickly blocking the road in front of the bar.

  Accompanied by the sound of mechanical gears turning, the top cover of the armored vehicle was lifted, automatic turrets rose one after another, and the black muzzles were aimed at the old man\'s bar, as if they were facing an enemy.

   Immediately afterwards, a heavily armed SWAT team jumped out of the armored vehicle. They wore helmets and body armor, and armed with assault rifles, they quickly broke into the building where the bar was located.

  The second to sixth floors of the building are all residential buildings, and most of the people living in them are immigrants. At two or three o\'clock in the morning, they sleep the most soundly, and they are woken up by violent knocks on the door.

   "NYPD, open the door!"

  The Newlett policemen knocked on the door ferociously, and told all the residents to evacuate immediately in an unquestionable tone. They were like ferocious big cats breaking into the mouse\'s nest, and they were destined to become a nightmare for many people.

boom! boom!

  Suddenly gunshots rang out in the building.

   It was not the special police who were evacuating the residents who fired, because the assault rifles they were equipped with were equipped with high-standard silencers, and the gunshots were not so loud at all.

   "Shit!"

  Operation Commander Max Carter standing next to an armored vehicle cursed fiercely, and various noisy sounds were coming from the earphones he was wearing.

   There are several gangsters in this building, most likely they are people who are wanted, so they misunderstood the police evacuation operation, took out their weapons and desperately followed the special police who came to the door.

   There is no need to say much about the fate of these idiots. They are facing the most elite special forces in Newley, including powerful superhumans.

  Just like this, the target in the bar must be alarmed, if the other party breaks out now...

  Max Carter\'s scalp became numb just thinking about it, and he yelled at the boss who made this plan in his heart-he simply didn\'t take the lives of his subordinates seriously!

  He could only hope that Ironwing reinforcements would arrive soon.

  At this moment in the old man\'s bar, the atmosphere is still very calm, like another world.

   There is only one guest, sitting in front of the bar and drinking.

   And the bartender is an old black man with gray hair, wiping glasses.

When the gunshots sounded from above the building, he couldn\'t help frowning, and said to the drinker in front of him, "Sir, it\'s late, we\'re closing, and you should go home, I need to call someone for you." Is there a taxi?"

   This is a kind reminder. Although gunshots have long been a part of life for this old black man who has lived in the Crown District for decades, his intuition tells him that danger exists.

  For the safety of this pleasing-looking guest, the old black man is willing to spend some favors to call a reliable driver.

"thanks."

  Zuo Yi smiled slightly: "But I don\'t need it for now, please give me another glass of whiskey."

After completing the "cleaning" work on the Pritch Manor, Zuo Yi returned to downtown Newleigh. Because his identity was very sensitive, he did not stay in a hotel. Instead, he found a remote bar and planned to deal with it until dawn. .

  Wayne Leslie is dead. The patriarch of the Leslie family and the stick-bearer of the Council of Truth committed suicide and blasted his head with a large-caliber pistol in the study.

  He obviously wanted to use this to keep all the secrets, but Zuo Yi came in time and sealed his soul with the soul gem before it returned to Styx.

  The subsequent search was also fruitful. At the same time, Zuo Yi also killed hundreds of members of the Leslie family who were judged to be of the evil camp, basically destroying this famous family.

   During this process, St. George did not appear again.

   At first I thought it was over, but I didn\'t expect someone to come to the door - of course the movement outside could not be hidden from Zuo Yi.

  The old black bartender took a deep look at him, picked up the bottle and poured him another glass of whiskey.

"thanks."

  Zuo Yi took out a wad of dollar bills and threw them on the bar counter: "This is the money for tonight\'s drinks."

  The old black man was stunned: "Too many."

  The banknotes are the largest denomination, and this stack is worth 10,000 knives, which is almost three months of his income.

   Zuo Yi can drink up to two or three drinks.

   "More is considered a tip."

  Zuo Yi waved his hand: "Thank you for staying with me so late."

   This is only a very small part of the spoils he seized tonight. In addition to a large number of US dollar bills, there are hundreds of gold bars and bricks.

   Zuo Yi intends to donate this wealth to help some people in need.

  In the world of Sadya, he did a lot of good things, and his faith was worth a lot.

   "What a generous guest you are."

  The old black bartender accepted this generous gift with a smile on his face. He put the banknotes in the drawer, thought for a while and said, "I used to be a singer, so let me sing you a few songs."

  Zuo Yi snapped his fingers: "Good!"

  The old black bartender took off an old guitar hanging on the wall. He sat on the stool with his arms in his arms, adjusted the pitch, and then plucked the strings.

  He sang: "I left my beautiful hometown and came to this black city. I thought I could find my dream, but I didn\'t expect the reality to be so cruel. A warm heart was crushed by ruthless vehicles..."

  In the vicissitudes and sad singing of the old black bartender, the door of the bar was quietly pushed open.

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  (end of this chapter)