Garcia's slaughterhouse.
The night was like a pitch-black curtain, covering all evil.
The occasional cries of pain and agony could not be heard from this huge slaughterhouse. Even the stench of rotting corpses was covered by the excrement of pigs and cows.
It had to be said that this was a good place for a gang to dispose of corpses.
Inside a warehouse.
Cynthia wore a well-ironed suit and used a metal hook to pick up a corpse that was as skinned as a pig.
He watched coldly as a few butchers cut open its throat and let out its blood. Then, they dismembered the corpse and dealt with it appropriately.
It was as if it was just a stranger and not the executioner of the family.
"Done …"
After the corpse was dealt with, Cynthia turned around and looked coldly at the other members of the Nuoding Hill Family. His voice was hoarse and deep.
"You fear me, you hate me, you curse me … You think I've thrown away the traditions of the Siri people, but I want to say to you, screw the traditions!"
His gaze swept across many young Siri faces, as well as some people who were not of Siri blood.
"Garcia is already old. His outdated way of thinking is no longer suitable to lead our organization. The same goes for Miller …"
In this period of time, Cynthia had used the mysterious spirit wine that Li Wei had given him to eliminate dissidents. He had already killed many of the higher-ups of the family, causing the entire Siri people to be divided.
However, Cynthia was not worried. He only quietly relaxed the rules and accepted many non-Siliri gangsters into the gang.
This was equivalent to giving up on the traditions of the Siri people and transforming the Nuoding Hill Family into a mixed gang like Gambina's organization.
Because of this, the Lake Family, which was also a family, was viewed with hostility.
In the darkness of Byron City, a new storm was brewing.
This was not only because Cynthia did not respect tradition, but also because the Nuoding Hill Family's decline had given outsiders an opportunity!
Cynthia knew very well how unpopular it was for him to take over.
His foundation was very unstable. There were many people hidden in the family who wanted his life. They had not figured out his trump card, and with the restriction of new members, they did not make a move.
But now, a powerful external aid had appeared.
The patriarch of the Lake Family, Lekdo, had directly announced that he did not approve of his method of killing bosses to take over.
In truth, all the sect masters with the slightest bit of knowledge would not agree with this method. Otherwise, if their subordinates learned from them in the future, would they still be able to survive?
There was great external pressure, and there was also the risk of internal dissension and betrayal.
It could be said that Cynsini was sitting on the mouth of a volcano.
"I will prove to you all that I am worthy of being the head of the Nuoding Mountain clan. Tonight, let us go find some fun together …"
Cynthia grinned as he looked at the large number of guns under his command.
In order to maintain their rule, they had to either bring glory and victory to the clan, or bring money and benefits to the clan.
In terms of money, he had just given away his family's illicit alcohol business to Li Wei and suffered a huge loss. However, he had no choice. Li Wei was the source of his mysterious alcohol and could not be offended.
Since there were no benefits, he could only rally the people through victory after victory. Otherwise, his position as the leader of the gang would immediately become unstable.
When he saw that everyone had gotten their guns, Cynthia growled, "Target … Lake Manor. Follow me!"
…
The Lake Manor was the Lake Family's lair, and it was Lake Victor's residence.
Without a doubt, after getting rid of his internal opponents, Cynthia had chosen to start a war against the outside world. He wanted to use victory to maintain his rule.
As the manager of the clan, he was once the left hand. He was not skilled in combat or firearms, so his status in the clan was lower than his right hand, Miller, and the Executioner. However, everything was different now.
When they were a few kilometers away from the Lake Manor, Cynthia got off the carriage and followed his subordinates as they approached the manor stealthily.
The huge manor was still brightly lit at night. Iron fences and hunting dogs could be seen everywhere, and there were specialized security guards patrolling the area.
"Wait, I'll go first!"
Cynthia took out a flat silver wine flask and gulped down a mouthful of alcohol.
As a line of fire went down his throat, his thoughts suddenly became clearer, and his vision became wider. Even his reflexes were strengthened to a certain extent.
'With the newly obtained' white cat 'and the eagle, I have dynamic vision and astonishing agility. I can turn any ordinary person who has just learned how to use a gun into a terrifying killing machine …'
Cynthia put away the wine flask. His heart was filled with a mysterious envy and a strong sense of pity.
He did not get much spirit wine from Li Wei. Other than giving it to a few of his trusted subordinates, he only had three mouthfuls left in his flask.
If it were not for the fact that tonight's operation was very important, he would not have used it.
'Looks like … the next transaction must be carried out as soon as possible,' Cynthia thought to himself.
He seemed to have turned into a ghost in the night as he floated into the manor.
With a few gunshots, the police dogs and security guards fell to the ground.
"Follow the boss, charge!"
The members of the Nuoding Hill Family roared and followed. The typewriters and revolvers in their hands spat out blazing flames.
With Cynthia and a few sharpshooters, the Lake Family's hidden guards in the periphery were eliminated. The group quickly killed their way into the manor.
Women's screams and children's cries mixed with the gunshots to form a disorderly symphony.
"Nuoding Hill Family, what are you trying to do?"
Rex walked out of his bedroom in his pajamas. He held a double-barreled shotgun in his hand. He looked like a typical white man.
"Of course I'm going to eliminate you first. Don't think I don't know that you've been publicizing my mistakes. You want to kill me and swallow up the entire Nuoding Hill Family …"
Cynthia raised his hand and fired twice, killing two bodyguards.
He was addicted to this game of walking on the edge of danger. "Today … I'll let you know how ridiculous it is for a rabbit to provoke a tiger!"
Before he finished speaking, he pounced forward.
As he moved, his eyes caught sight of Rex's figure. He raised his hand and fired.
After pulling the trigger, he did not even need to look at the result to know that Rex would definitely die!
Sure enough, the bullet accurately hit Rex's eye socket. A large amount of blood splattered on the wall behind his head.
"The boss is dead!"
The members of the Lake Family screamed, on the verge of collapsing.
At this moment, a thick darkness suddenly appeared from the depths of the manor.
It was a graceful figure wrapped in a black cloak with a veil covering her face.
She quickly spat out a few indistinct and awkward syllables.
There seemed to be an invisible blade slicing through the air. A few gunmen from the Nuoding Hill Family were directly dismembered.
"A mysterious person?!"
Cynthia was a little surprised. He did not expect the Lake Family to have such a trump card. "Kill her!"
A row of typewriters swept over, but the other party nimbly hid in a dark corner.
At the same time, a melodious voice sounded, as if it was reciting a poem.
"Night falls, take back everything of the dawn!"
"In the gloomy eyelids, sleep is heavy … On the elder's stake, the ruby shines …"
"Water burns in the fire, the earth is born in the wind …"
"In the face of madness, I'd rather not wake up!"
…
Clatter!
In the melodious praise, a member of the Nuoding Hill Family dropped the typewriter in his hand and began to fall asleep on the ground.
Then, a second and a third person followed!
"I used to think that only mystery could fight mystery, but now …"
Cynthia's eyes burned with madness. He took out another bottle and drank a mouthful of Grim Blood.
He and a few of his subordinates, who had also drunk the spiritual wine, dashed into the darkness. They rushed to the corner where the voice came from and saw a pair of startled eyes.
Bang!
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