Garcia's slaughterhouse.

The night is like a dark curtain, covering up all sins.

The occasional pain and wail cannot be heard from this huge slaughterhouse, and even the rotten stench of the corpse is covered by the excrement of pigs and cows.

I have to say that this is really a good place for gangs to deal with corpses.

Inside a warehouse.

Cincinie was wearing a straight suit and hooked up a corpse that was peeled like a light pig with an iron hook.

He watched several butchers take action indifferently, open their throats and bleed, dismembered it into pieces, and handled it properly.

It seemed that it was just a stranger, not a family executioner.

"alright……"

After the body was dealt with, Cincinie turned around and looked at the other Notting Hill gang members in a cold voice, his voice hoarse and low:

"You fear me, you hate me, you curse me... You think I have lost the tradition of the Siri, but what I want to say is the tradition of going to be a fuck!"

He glanced at a large number of young Silitons, and some people of non-Sili origin.

"Garcia is old, his old mind is not suitable for leading our organization anymore, and Miller is the same..."

During this period, Cincinni used the mysterious spiritual wine given by Li Wei to constantly eliminate dissidents, and had killed many senior leaders of the family, causing the entire Siri group to be disloyal.

But Cincini was not worried. He just silently relaxed the rules and attracted many non-Sili gangsters to join the gang.

This is equivalent to abandoning the Siri tradition and transforming the Notting Hill family into a mixed gang like the Gambina organization.

Therefore, he was hostile to the Rick family, which is also in the family model.

In the darkness of Byron City, a new storm has been brewing.

This is not only because Cynsini does not respect tradition, but also because of the weakness of the Notting Hill family, outsiders have seen opportunities!

Cincinni knew very well how unpopular he was to take office.

His basic base is very unstable, and there are a large number of people lurking in the family who want his life. They just don’t understand their trump cards, and coupled with the restrictions of the newly joined members, they don’t take action.

But now, a powerful foreign player has appeared.

Rekto, the patriarch of the Rick family, spoke directly, not agreeing with his practice of massacring the boss to the top.

In fact, as long as the gang boss has some knowledge, no one will agree with this approach. Otherwise, if my younger brothers follow suit in the future, will everyone still survive?

There is huge pressure outside, and there is also the risk of division and backlash inside.

It can be said that Cincinni was sitting on a crater at this time.

"I will prove it to you that I am worthy of the title of the patriarch of the Notting Hill family. Let's go have some fun together tonight..."

Cincinny grinned and watched as his men fired a large number of guns.

To maintain rule, either bring glory and victory to the family, or bring money and benefits to the family.

In terms of money, he just gave Li Wei the family's private wine business and lost a lot of money, but there was no way. The other party was the source of his mysterious wine and could not be offended.

Since there is no benefit, we can only unite people through victory after victory, otherwise his status as the leader of the gang will be immediately unstable.

After seeing everyone getting the guns, Cincinie growled: "Target...Rack Manor, follow me!"

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There is no doubt that after resolving the opposition within the family, Cincinni chose to launch a foreign war and use victory to maintain his rule.

Although, as a family manager, he was not actually good at fighting and guns on his left hand, so his family status has always been inferior to Miller and Passerby at the right hand, but now everything is different.

After a few miles away from the Rick Manor, Cincinie took the initiative to get off the carriage and sneaked to the manor with his younger brother.

The huge manor is still brightly lit at night, with iron fences and hounds everywhere, and special security personnel patrolling.

"I'll get on first!"

Cincinie took out a flat silver wine pot from her arms and took a sip of the wine.

As a fire thread fell into his throat, suddenly, his thinking became clearer, his vision became broader, and even his reflex nerves were strengthened to a certain extent.

‘Using the latest 'white cat' and the previous eagle, it is dynamic vision and amazing agility, which can turn any ordinary person who has just been on the pistol into a terrible killing machine…’

Cincinie put away the wine pot, his heart full of envy for the mystery and a strong pity.

He didn't get much spiritual wine from Li Wei. Apart from giving it to a few confidant subordinates, there were only three gulps left in his wine pot.

If it weren't for the very important action tonight, he wouldn't have intended to use it.

‘It seems…the next transaction must be carried out as soon as possible.’

Cincinie silently added in her heart, and her whole body seemed to have turned into a ghost in the night and floated into the manor.

Accompanied by several gunshots, the police dogs and security personnel fell to the ground one after another.

"Follow the boss and rush!"

The members of the Notting Hill family roared and followed one after another. The typewriter in their hands sprayed out a blazing flame.

With Cincinny and several sharpshooters coming forward, the secret whistles of the Rick family on the periphery were removed one after another, and the group quickly rushed into the interior of the manor.

The screams of women, the crying of children, mixed with gunfire, became a disorderly symphony.

"Notting Hill family, what do you want to do?"

Rector walked out of the bedroom in his pajamas, holding a double-barrel hunting rifle in his hand, and was a typical white strong man.

"Of course, I'll eradicate you first. Don't think I don't know. You have been promoting my mistakes and want to kill me and annex the entire Notting Hill family..."

Cincini raised his hand and shot two bodyguards.

This game of wandering on the edge of danger made him very addicted: "Today... I want to let you know how ridiculous the rabbit that provokes the tiger!"

Before he finished speaking, he rushed forward.

While moving, he captured Rector's figure in his eyes and raised his hand and shot him.

After pulling the trigger, he didn't even have to look at the result, just to know that the other party would definitely die!

Sure enough, this bullet hit Rector's eye sockets accurately, and a large amount of blood was blown up on the wall behind his head.

"The boss is dead!"

The people of the Rick family screamed and were almost shattering.

At this moment, a rich darkness suddenly emerged from the depths of the manor.

It was a graceful figure wrapped in a black cloak, covering her face with a veil.

She quickly spit out a few vague and difficult-to-mouth syllables.

There seemed to be an invisible sharp blade passing through the void, and several gunmen from the Notting Hill family were dismembered.

"Mysterious Man?"

Cincinie was a little surprised, and she didn't expect that the Rick family would have such a trump card: "Kill her!"

A row of typewriters shot over, but the other party cleverly hid in the dark corner.

At the same time, a pleasant voice sounded, as if chanting a poem:

"Night falls, take back everything from the dawn!"

"In the dark eyelids, there is a heavy sleepiness... On the elderberry stolen stand, the ruby ​​shines..."

"Water burns in the fire, and earth is nurtured in the wind..."

"Faced with madness, I would rather not wake up!"

...

Click!

Amid the beautiful praise, a Notting Hill family man dropped the typewriter in his hand and began to fall asleep.

Immediately, the second and third ones!

‘Once upon a time, I thought only mystic could fight mystic, but now…’

Cynthian's eyes burned wildly, and he took out another bottle and poured himself a mouthful of cold blood.

He and a few subordinates who also drank spiritual wine rushed into the darkness quickly, rushed to the corner where the sound was made, and saw a pair of stunned eyes.
Chapter completed!