Newley City, Crown District, D31 Street.
The Crown District was the largest district in Newley, but it was also the most backward and had the worst security. Millions of immigrants lived here, and there were many gangs. Murders, shootings, robberies, theft, contraband trafficking, and other crimes never ceased.
Therefore, in the middle of the night, the streets and alleys of the Crown District were basically empty. Almost all the shops were closed, and only a few gang members were still wandering around. There were no other pedestrians.
Other than the sound of sirens in the distance, the place was very quiet.
But this tranquility was soon broken by the low roar of engines. One after another, black armored vehicles drove into D31 Street like a surging torrent.
A few criminals hiding in the street corner and trading were scared out of their wits. They ran, disappearing into the nearby alleys under the cover of the night, like rats being chased by wild cats.
A few armored vehicles stopped in front of a bar on D31 Street, and the cars behind followed closely.
The building where the bar was located was a total of six stories. It looked like a building from a hundred years ago, and due to the lack of maintenance and repairs, it looked very old.
A crooked signboard hung on the wall of the balcony on the second floor. The neon words "Old Man" on it flickered, and it looked like it could collapse at any time.
Old Man's Bar was the only place on the street that was still open.
Orange light shone through the glass panes on the door, casting mottled traces on the sidewalk.
More than ten armored vehicles formed a long line, and quickly blocked the road in front of the bar.
Accompanied by the sound of gears turning, the armored vehicles' roofs opened, and automatic turrets rose. The black muzzles were aimed at Old Man's Bar, as if they were facing a great enemy.
Then, fully armed special police officers jumped out of the armored vehicles. They wore helmets and bulletproof vests, and armed with assault rifles, they quickly broke into the building where the bar was located.
The second to sixth floors of the building were residential, and most of the people living there were immigrants. Two or three in the morning was when they were sleeping best, but they were awakened by a series of rough knocks on the door.
"NYPD, open the door!"
The Newland SWAT team knocked on the door fiercely and ordered all the residents to evacuate immediately. They were like ferocious cats that had barged into a rat's nest, destined to become many people's nightmares.
Bang! Bang!
Suddenly, gunshots rang out from the building.
The ones who opened fire were not the special police who were evacuating the residents. Because their assault rifles were equipped with high-grade silencers, the gunshots were not so loud.
“Shit!”
The operation commander, Max Carter, who was standing beside an armored vehicle, cursed fiercely. There were all kinds of noises coming from his earpiece.
There were a few gang members in the building. They were probably wanted people, so they misunderstood the police's evacuation. They took out their weapons and fought with the special police.
There was no need to elaborate on the fate of these idiots. They were facing the most elite special forces in all of Newley, and there were even powerful Extraordinaires among them.
But this way, the target in the bar would definitely be alerted. If the target were to break out now …
Max Carter's scalp went numb at the thought of it. He cursed in his mind at his superior who came up with this plan. He did not care about the lives of his subordinates at all!
He could only hope that the reinforcements from Steel Wing would arrive soon.
At this moment, the atmosphere in Old Man's Bar was still very calm, as if it was another world.
There was only one customer, sitting at the bar and drinking.
The bartender was a gray-haired old black man who was wiping the glasses.
When the gunshots rang out from above the building, he could not help but frown. He said to the customer in front of him, "Sir, it's very late. We're about to close. You should go home. Do you need me to call a taxi for you?"
This was a kind reminder. Although gunshots were a part of life for this old black man who had lived in Crown District for decades, his intuition told him that there was danger.
For the safety of this pleasant-looking customer, the old black man was willing to pay a little favor to call a reliable driver.
"Thank you."
Zuo Yi smiled and said, "But I don't need it for the time being. Please give me another glass of whiskey."
After finishing the "cleaning" of Pritch's manor, Zuo Yi returned to downtown Newley. Because of his sensitive identity, he did not stay in a hotel. Instead, he found a remote bar and planned to stay there until dawn.
Wayne Leslie was dead. The head of the Leslie family and the staff holder of the Council of Truth died of suicide. He blew up his own head with a large-caliber pistol in his study.
He obviously wanted to keep all the secrets, but Zuo Yi came just in time. Before his soul returned to the Styx, Zuo Yi sealed it with a soul gem.
The following search was also quite fruitful. At the same time, Zuo Yi also killed hundreds of members of the Leslie family who were judged to be in the evil camp. He basically destroyed this famous family.
During this process, Saint George did not appear again.
Zuo Yi thought that it was over, but unexpectedly, someone came to his door. Of course, the noise outside could not be hidden from Zuo Yi.
The old black bartender looked at him deeply, picked up the bottle, and poured him another glass of whiskey.
"Thank you."
Zuo Yi took out a stack of dollar bills and threw it on the bar counter. "This is for tonight's drinks."
The old black man was stunned. "That's too much."
Bills were the largest denomination. This stack was 10,000 dollars, which was almost three months of his income.
Two or three bills were enough for Zuo Yi's drinks.
"The rest is for your tip."
Zuo Yi waved his hand. "Thank you for staying with me until so late."
This was only a small part of the spoils he seized tonight. In addition to a large number of dollars, there were hundreds of gold bars and gold bricks.
Zuo Yi planned to donate this wealth to help some people in need.
Back in the world of Sadeya, he had done a lot of robbing the evil to help the good, and his faith value was increasing rapidly.
"You are such a generous guest."
The old black bartender accepted the generous gift with a smile. He put the money in the drawer, thought for a moment and said, "I used to be a singer. Let me sing a few songs for you."
Zuo Yi snapped his fingers. "Good!"
The old black bartender took down an old guitar hanging on the wall. He sat on the stool with it in his arms, adjusted the pitch, and then plucked the strings.
He sang, "Leaving my beautiful hometown and coming to this black city, I thought I could find my dream, but I didn't expect reality to be so cruel, a warm heart crushed by the heartless car …"
In the old black bartender's sad song, the door of the bar was quietly pushed open.
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