"Bang!"
A grenade exploded outside the sturdy basement, and the violent tremor caused the entire ground to tremble. The lunatics of The Devil Gang seemed to want to completely blow this place to pieces. Gotham Mafia was ambushed, but they continued to fight under the encouragement of their boss.
The Bertinelli family was a branch of the ancient Sicilian Mafia, and was one of the first Mafia families to land in America. They had taken root in Gotham, and the territory they controlled was not large. However, as an ancient gang, they had great influence in Gotham City.
When Falconi was still alive, the Bertinelli family was a force that he had to treat seriously. However, in the struggle for power after his death, the current head of the Bertinelli family, Alfonso Bertinelli, wisely did not participate in the struggle for power.
It was because of Gotham Mafia's "careful words and actions" that they became the force that suffered the least damage under Batman's attack this year. In the current chaotic downtown, the Bertinelli family was one of the top forces. Unfortunately, they did not manage to escape this disaster in the end.
For people who had gone crazy and swore revenge, and whose eyes were bloodshot, hatred was no longer important. Under the guidance of Saber, The Devil Gang's madness had already burned the heads of all the gangs, and Alfonso could not escape.
After all, in theory, he was also one of the culprits that caused Kevin to be seriously injured. In Saber's words, he was also one of the people who let go of the dog leash.
"Use the grenade! Chase these lunatics out! "
In the villa that never quieted down, Alfonso, who was over 50 years old and wearing a suit, waved the pistol in his hand. Behind him was a statue of God. In the past, he would sincerely pray here at night. Yes, the Bertinelli family were sincere Catholics.
They had faith, and at the same time, they were gangsters who did evil. There was no conflict, was there?
The dense rain of bullets whistled through the air, and Alfonso fought back in vain. In the next moment, the old man in front of him seemed to have been hit by an invisible fist. His whole body flew backward, and blood splattered everywhere. In the end, a young man could not stand this cruelty anymore. He screamed, threw the gun in his hand, and ran backward.
"Bastard!"
"Bang!"
The young man had only taken a few steps before he was hit by a bullet from behind and fell to the ground. Alfonso no longer had his usual benevolent look. There was still blood on his face, and he looked extremely ferocious. This attitude made his subordinates feel the determination of their boss. At the same time, it also stimulated the tyranny in their bones.
"Chase them out! Whatever you want, I'll give it to you! "
The front and back of the house were blocked, and there was no way out. If they wanted to live, they could only defeat the lunatics of The Devil Gang. Therefore, the remaining thugs fought back more resolutely, and for a time, the Devil Gang was defeated. They saw hope, so without Alfonso's encouragement, everyone broke out their strength.
Looking at the guys of The Devil Gang being driven out of the villa, Alfonso's face also had a trace of a smile, but more than that, he was worried and tired. In places where his subordinates could not see, his eyes would always turn to the back of the villa.
For the cunning gangsters, honor did not belong to them. Alfonso was so determined for a reason. There was a family here that he could not give up.
"Our Heavenly Father, may your name be glorified, may your kingdom come, may your will be carried out in the world, as it is in heaven. Please forgive our sins, as we forgive others. Do not let us fall into temptation, but save us from evil. "
In the inner room of the third floor of the villa, Alfonso's wife twirled the prayer beads in her hand. Behind her were her son and daughter, and a beautiful girl wearing a black dress, who looked to be 16 or 17 years old.
This was Helena, a close relative who returned from Sicily to Gotham three days ago. She was Alfonso's niece. He originally planned to let Helena stay in Gotham until the end of Christmas this year, and then send her to school in Switzerland. But now, his poor niece was involved in an unwinnable war.
Going to war with arms dealers … God, this was too crazy.
"Boom!"
A bomb hit the central wall of the second floor and exploded, interrupting Alfonso's wife's prayer. The lights in the villa dimmed, and the children screamed, their eyes shining with fear.
If it was another time, this place would be the most realistic portrayal of the refugees from World War II. However, the surrounding furnishings represented that they were still in the 21st century, a century of civilization. It was hard to believe that this was a gang fight in a city.
This was a real f * cking battlefield.
"Oh God, is this the disaster that you have brought upon the Bertinelli family?"
Helena held a gun in both hands. She looked down at the fierce battle in the villa and could not help but mutter to herself.
She knew very well what her uncle had done. Drugs were rampant in the lower city, and there were many casinos. Bertinelli was the biggest usury boss in the area. Those who went bankrupt were forced to work for them, and women were reduced to prostitution. This was not something a sincere believer should do.
Gotham … No, were there really good gangs in this world? Or was this the punishment they deserved?
She was born in a mafia family. Her father used to be the leader of the Gotham Mafia, but she did not have a good impression of all of this, including her own family. She saw with her own eyes how her father abused her gentle mother. When she was eight years old, other than her, her whole family died in the mafia's revenge. She was 16 years old this year, and she was very familiar with the affairs of the mafia. Frankly speaking, she had never seen such a fierce fight.
But this did not mean that Helena was willing to die like this … There was also fear in her eyes. She did not want to die … She was still a child.
She saw her uncle, who was almost 50 years old, with white hair, and his gang members struggling to fight back. She also saw the men in black gathered outside the villa. They were holding all kinds of weapons, and they kept throwing grenades into the villa. They looked like they wanted to blow up the whole place. Less than two blocks away was the busiest commercial street in the lower city.
Was this a battle that should take place in a 21st century city?
"Boom!"
Another explosion sounded in the courtyard. The sudden vibration caused the two children to scream. Their mother wanted to cover their mouths, but it was too late.
"This won't do! We're like chickens in a cage. "
Helena took a deep breath. She looked at the helpless Mrs. Alfonso and shook her head. "I'll go down and take a look."
Although Helena was unwilling to admit it, the courage of the Bertinelli family still overflowed in her body. She quickly walked down the ruined villa and ran to Alfonso's side. The mafia leader was shot in the left arm and was receiving treatment. Helena ignored the bloodstains and knelt on the ground to help her uncle wipe the wound on his arm.
"Uncle, who are they? Why did they attack us? "
Facing this question, the exhausted Alfonso glanced at the villa that had been completely taken back. There was a trace of unconcealable regret in his eyes. He sighed and said softly, "It's the mafia gang.
"That's the Devil Gang, a local gang in the docks. As for this attack, it's revenge. Their leader was seriously injured by the explosion last night. Although it wasn't done by us, we … sigh, who would have thought that the Devil Gang's revenge would be so crazy."
"Can't we negotiate? Are we going to let our family's subordinates die in battle? "
Helena said while biting her lips. Alfonso looked at his niece and shook his head.
He knew that this girl who was born in a mafia family had never had the slightest interest in her family's inheritance. She only had endless hatred. This child's lifestyle was more like a nun's. Perhaps in her eyes … he was just a hypocrite.
But now was not the time to talk about this. After all, she was his family.
"They didn't even give us a chance to negotiate."
Alfonso waved his arm coldly. He felt the pain but he still struggled to stand up. "Maximosi is dead. Old Tim is dead. Paris is captured. I'm the last one. They didn't even think about negotiating. After tonight, there will only be 9 mafia left in Gotham …"
"This is a bunch of lunatics who have been released from their cages."
"Boom!"
A loud explosion and flames at the entrance of the villa interrupted Alfonso and Helena's conversation. They raised their heads at the same time and saw a dark red figure descending from the sky. A flash of a sword broke through the flames and landed steadily on the ground. He didn't dodge the bullets fired by the people around him. With a sword in one hand and a gun in the other, he charged into the mafia gang members like a ferocious tiger.
"Ahhh, there's a monster!"
"Damn it, stay away from me!"
"Block him!"
"Shoot! Shoot! "
Screams rang out at this moment. That guy's movements were extremely fast. In just a few seconds, he had already cut down three people. Their bullets hit that dark red figure, but either sparks flew, or there was no reaction at all. They couldn't even slow him down for a moment.
Alfonso's face turned extremely pale. His hands began to tremble. He muttered to himself,
"Devil … The Devil Gang … The Red Devil!"
Helena also saw the guy who seemed to have jumped out from hell. She saw the black sword in his hand and the gun that kept making noises. Every time he killed a person, the girl couldn't help but hold her uncle's arm.
She asked with a trembling voice.
"Who is that? Uncle, who is that? "
"That's the Red Devil. He's a legendary person. I thought he didn't exist …"
Alfonso gritted his teeth. He turned his head to look at the pale Helena and then looked up at the villa that was full of holes. He strode forward and walked out of the line of defense that was piled up with all kinds of debris. It was also at this moment that the gang members who couldn't do anything to Saber completely collapsed in the face of his crazy killing.
They screamed and fled in all directions, but they were caught up and killed by the members of The Devil Gang behind Saber. Alfonso's guess was right. Saber and the entire The Devil Gang didn't want to leave anyone alive. They were here to kill.
Saber saw the guy who walked out of the line of defense wearing a bulletproof vest. It was Alfonso Bertinelli, the leader of Gotham Mafia and one of his targets. He swung the sword in his hand and walked forward. He kicked the corpse lying on the ground, but the next moment, the "corpse" let out a tragic laugh and pulled the pin on the grenade in his hand.
"Boom boom!"
Two bursts of flames exploded on the spot. Alfonso stretched out his hands and covered his face. His whole body was sent flying by the explosion of the grenade. The flying shrapnel swept away everything within 20 meters of the explosion. The members of The Devil Gang behind Saber were also swallowed by the flames.
Helena, who was hiding behind the line of defense, covered her head with her hands and screamed. After the explosion subsided, she poked her head out and looked in panic at the scene in front of the devastated villa that had quieted down. She looked in despair at the dark red devil who was still standing in the same spot.
Helena couldn't help but hold the cross in front of her chest. She had a strange feeling that this time, the Lord she believed in would no longer have the ability to save her.
"Tsk, trash!"
Saber looked at the crack on the left arm of his armor from the explosion. He saw the cracked skin that was quickly recovering. He looked back and saw that the three brothers behind him were no longer breathing. He coldly cursed, then strode forward with the black straight blade in his hand. He walked to the side of Alfonso who was lying on the ground and gasping for breath.
"Do you have anything else to say? Alfonso Bertinelli, you murderer! "
Saber looked down at him with both hands on the hilt of his sword. Alfonso opened his eyes with difficulty. The explosion just now had pierced two shrapnel into his chest. His life was quickly slipping away from this body. He couldn't live anymore. He looked at the twisted dark red devil's face above his head. Blood was foaming at the corner of his mouth, but his hands were holding tightly onto Saber's leg.
"My … child … I beg you … I beg you, let … let them go … I beg you!"
"These are your last words?"
Saber shook his head. The black long blade in his hand pierced down like lightning. Alfonso's body struggled for a moment, then completely lost his life.
"I'm not you … I know the principle of not harming one's wife and children. Rest assured and go to hell, trash!"
Seber wiped his blood-stained sword on Alfonsol's clothes. He turned around to look at Helena, who was shivering in the ruins. He shook his head, turned around, and walked into the darkness that had quieted down again.
"My Lord … My Lord, is this your punishment?"
Seeing Saber's figure completely disappear, Helena lost all her strength and collapsed on the ground. She was like a pitiful person who had lost all her strength.
God might exist, but at least in Gotham tonight, the devil was in charge of everything.
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