"Huala huala"
Cold raindrops hit the forest on the outskirts of Mexico City. This kind of rain wasn't common in this country. Although it bordered the United States, the environment here, whether it was in terms of culture or economy, was far inferior to that big country. The poor people were always thinking of ways to leave this country and move towards the "land of dreams" in their hearts.
But to be honest, that place wasn't their paradise.
The pitch-black night was always associated with things that people didn't like. In this kind of cold rainy night, the rain could cover up many things. This was the perfect time to do some bad things.
"Boom!"
A bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, illuminating a truck that drove into a farm on the outskirts of the city. It wasn't a huge truck, but an armed pickup truck that the local drug traffickers liked to use. They could even rely on these modified vehicles to fight to the death with the government army.
This was a country overrun by drug traffickers, and the drug traffickers were the real rulers here.
"Ka!"
The truck came to a stop, and a dozen burly men wearing only vests, military pants, and boots jumped out of the truck. Behind them were a dozen people tied together with black sacks over their heads. These guys were roughly dragged out of the truck. They struggled, but the merciless men dragged them to the ground and walked towards the villa inside the farm.
"Boom!"
Another bolt of lightning struck down, illuminating the darkness of the rainy night for a few seconds. Then, we could see that the burly men had a black tattoo of a demon on their arms.
They walked through the heavily guarded entrance of the villa. It was just a wall away, and the luxurious warmth inside was a sharp contrast to the cold and desolate outside. This was a luxuriously decorated living room. The golden walls weren't decorated with paint, but with real gold leaf. The floor was made of the best white marble, and even the sofa was covered with a real bear skin.
Firewood was lit in the retro fireplace, making the spacious living room unusually warm. These burly men dragged the burly men into the living room, threw them there, took off the bags, and stood to the side. On the sofa in the living room sat a man with his back facing them. From behind, only his gloved left hand and the cigar in his hand could be seen.
On the two sides of the sofa, there were a few burly men sitting there. They were all dressed in suits and leather shoes, or they were dressed very casually. Just from the appearance, the people sitting here should be a group of big shots.
"I say, you guys are like rats, you can't be killed no matter how hard you try!"
Leaning on the sofa, the man wearing sunglasses put down the wine in his hand. He only had four fingers on his left hand, which looked a little strange. He was a real brute. He took off his sunglasses and looked at the men kneeling on the ground with their mouths taped shut. Looking at their pleading eyes, he snorted in disdain.
"The Devil Gang doesn't allow drug dealers to appear. Even stealing is punished with broken legs. It seems that we haven't killed enough people in the past few years. You guys actually have the guts to appear in our territory … Do you really think that you can provoke The Devil Gang just because you have the support of a few drug dealers?"
His rough words made the dozen men kneeling on the ground tremble in fear. But in the next moment, the man sitting on the sofa with his back facing them and holding a cigar opened his mouth.
"Alright, Lewis, there's no need to talk so much with them. There are always people who think that luck can buy a good future. Since you guys believe in luck, we'll let luck do the talking."
It was hoarse, low, and distorted, just like the sound of steel colliding.
"Ding"
A silver coin flew into the air and then landed steadily on the man's left hand.
"Oh, you guys are lucky. It's the front."
He stood up and showed them his unique clothes. From the back, half of it was black and half of it was white, completely separated from the center. Even the pants were the same. One of the shoes was black and the other was white. It was as if two pieces of clothes were taken from each side and combined into one.
It looked a little funny, but when he turned around, the air in the whole living room tightened.
What kind of face was that?
On one side was a handsome and gentle face, with short blond hair and gentle eyes. He looked gentle and elegant. On the other side, he was like a devil. He had no skin, and his muscles were crisscrossed. His blood-red muscles were exposed in the air. Even his eyes seemed to be embedded in this terrible face.
If it had to be described in literary terms, it would be a mixture of an angel and a devil, just like Hela in Norse mythology. Half holy, half evil.
The dozen men who were tied up were scared stiff. When The Devil Gang first came to Mexico three years ago, they were forced into a desperate situation by the local drug traffickers. But after the arrival of the man in front of them, they started to expand wildly.
This man's style of doing things was unconventional and unpredictable. He could be cooperating with you one moment, and the next moment, he could pull out a gun and kill you. But he was very lucky. After surviving several crises of being wiped out in an unimaginable way, The Devil Gang became one of the most powerful forces in Mexico City.
Oh, right, they were also the most hated force by the drug traffickers. In this place where drug traffickers were everywhere, they did not engage in drug trafficking, and they did not allow drug traffickers in their territory. Once they were found, they would be punished with "water torture."
It was a very cruel punishment. Out of 100 people, less than 10 would survive. It was because of this persistence that the people who suffered from the drug traffickers lived and worked peacefully in The Devil Gang's territory. Although they still had to pay some fees, the public security under The Devil Gang's rule was definitely the best in the whole of Mexico.
Their way of doing things was cruel, but they were very popular. The Devil Gang already had more than 1,500 members. Their cohesion and fighting power were definitely the strongest among all the gangs in Mexico City. They even had their own armed helicopters and armored vehicles. All of this was thanks to the man in front of them.
"Two-faced Man." Some people also called him the "Two-faced Devil." But it was undeniable that at least in the territory of The Devil Gang in Mexico City, this name represented absolute authority. He was also the current commander of The Devil Gang.
"Cut off one of their hands."
Harvey held the cigar in his mouth and said vaguely, "Let them understand one thing. Let them see if The Devil Gang is in charge of this place! Destroy all the drugs. As for the cash … "
Harvey seemed to have encountered a choice, so he flipped the coin in his hand, looked at it, and then waved his hand.
"The cash will be divided among the brothers who caught them."
"Boss, that's 2 million!"
A guy with a thick gold chain around his neck and a flowery shirt whispered, "Isn't that too much?"
"Hmm?"
Harvey turned his head to look at him, his eyes full of undisguised dissatisfaction.
"Cooper, are you doubting my choice?"
Cooper was taken aback by Harvey's expression. Although he knew that his boss wasn't a bloodthirsty person, everyone in the Devil's Gang knew that Harvey's brain would occasionally go haywire. He didn't dare to go against his boss at this time, so he straightened his body and spoke righteously.
"No, no, no, boss. What I mean is that these brothers who caught them have worked hard. Why don't we divide them together?"
"Hmm …"
Harvey thought about it and felt that this seemed to be another choice, so he flipped the coin again. A moment later,
"Hmm, very good. Let's do it."
So all the cold big men had cheerful expressions on their faces. After all, who didn't like money? They rubbed their fists and dragged the guys who were kneeling on the ground out. Cooper looked like a lackey and shouted,
"Drag them further away so that their screams don't disturb the little princess's beautiful dream!"
After everything quieted down, Harvey sat back on the chair and flipped open the book that he seemed to have been reading for a long time. The others did not dare to disturb Harvey. This boss was very fascinated with anything related to probability, luck, and predicting the future. From the most common dice to the obscure and mysterious divination in the distant East, he had dabbled in everything. What he was reading now was information related to tarot cards.
When he was studying these things, he would never be bored.
Ten minutes later, Harvey put down the book in his hand with a satisfied expression. He reminisced for a few minutes and then looked at Lewis.
"Are you going back to New York directly tomorrow?"
Lewis shrugged. This old man of The Devil Gang had an undisguised blush on his face.
"No, we're going back to Gotham first. The little princess said that she misses her dad, so we're going to see him. Oh right, do you want to come back with us? You haven't been back for three years. "
"Go back?"
Harvey's undamaged face had a trace of nostalgia, but when it came to choices, his attitude was always the same. "Ding."
"Uh, tails … Forget it, I'm not going back. There will always be a chance."
He waved his hand nonchalantly and asked about other things.
"I heard that Catherine doesn't like New York?"
Lewis took a sip of wine and replied softly, "It's not that the little princess doesn't like it, she just doesn't like that school. I heard that she has some conflicts with one of the teachers and doesn't have a good relationship with the students."
"Hmm?"
Harvey's eyes narrowed. "She's your dad's only granddaughter and Saber's only sister after all. Are you going to let her be bullied like this?"
"Bullied? How could she be bullied? "
Lewis smiled bitterly. "The little princess is 14 years old this year, but the last time she met three thieves in their twenties, she broke all six of their legs in less than 10 seconds on the busiest street in New York. If it wasn't for the power behind her mysterious sister Mei, she would have become famous long ago."
"I'll be thankful if she doesn't bully others in school … But I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I keep feeling that there's something wrong with that school. However, it was Boss Saber and your dad's decision to let the little princess go to school. Although she's rebellious and bad-tempered, she still listens to the two of them."
"Hmm, that's good."
Harvey replied casually. He had once again fallen into the pursuit of luck. Lewis accompanied him until midnight. When they left the hall, Lewis couldn't help but ask in a low voice.
"Boss Harvey, do you really believe that Boss Saber is still alive?"
After saying that, he seemed to feel that there was something wrong with his tone, so he hurriedly explained, "What I mean is, after all, it's been three years. We've searched the entire Gotham, and even the entire East Coast, but there's no trace of him. As far as I know, some people in Gotham are also looking for him, but they've also found nothing."
Harvey's thoughts were interrupted by this question. He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he took out a set of hardcover tarot cards. The cards were all high-end silver-plated goods. It was said that they had received divine favor from the Vatican. This was the spoils of war they obtained after eliminating a drug dealer last year. Even the silver coin from the time of Alexander the Great in Harvey's hand came from the same source.
The Two-Faced Man used a dazzling technique to perform a divination. Then, he flipped open three cards.
"Inverted Devil …"
Harvey closed his eyes and didn't even look at the cards. He said in a low voice, "It represents a bound body, but a free spirit."
Then, he flipped open the second card. Similarly, he didn't open his eyes.
"The upright Grim Reaper represents casting aside the past, surpassing the limits and growing."
The third card. "The upright Wheel of Fortune represents the ups and downs of fate."
Lewis, who was standing at the side, was stunned. He didn't understand what Harvey meant. Then, Harvey opened his eyes. There was a hint of doubt in his eyes that he couldn't understand.
"This is the 217th divination I've performed. It's a completely different time, location … But every time, the result is exactly the same."
"Why do I always believe that Saber is still alive?!"
He put down the tarot cards in his hand and said in a sincere tone like that of an ascetic.
"Because I feel the guidance that fate has given us. This is unquestionable."
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