If anyone is having a hard ti, Vasini is definitely one of them.
The reason for his hard tis is inexplicable even to himself.
Because the Eldest Prince was assassinated.
This matter has nothing to do with him, yet the entire South District is under martial law.
It’s unprecedentedly strict.
Previously, even if you committed murder in the South District in broad daylight, there might not be any enforcent officers coming after you. But now, you could be taken away just for looking suspicious.
There’s information claiming that Johnny Blackbird, the mastermind behind the assassination of the Eldest Prince, is hiding sowhere in the South District.
It’s simply absurd.
Vasini doesn’t know Johnny Blackbird at all, nor does he associate with these criminals.
If any forces have connections with Johnny Blackbird, it’s probably the gang in the West District.
An investigation should be conducted on the Western gang instead.
He shared this point of view with a familiar officer in the security bureau.
Unfortunately, the inspector who had taken many benefits from him rely said not to do anything recently and quickly hung up the phone.
Calling again only resulted in a busy signal.
Vasini was very anxious.
He had just finished a gang war that wasn’t quite successful, and now was a critical mont, but he couldn’t do anything.
Many of his n were mistakenly arrested.
Making matters worse.
At the sa ti, he received bad news that the Western gang was unaffected.
One of his n personally witnessed, right after the security bureau took his people, the Western gang imdiately occupied that territory.
So, those mistakes might not be mistakes at all.
This is an all-round conspiracy.
Using the excuse of hunting the perpetrator.
But he was sowhat helpless.
No matter how strong the Mafia is, it’s impossible to fight against the national machinery.
All he could do was pray to God.
But God’s response to him for now was just—wait.
Wait for what?
Unknown.
Still, since God has given a response, then trust it.
Believe that God will protect him as He did before.
Thinking this, he started praying again.
Except compared to before, he wasn’t alone, behind him was Valentino, behind Valentino, there were faces of a group of young people.
They were carefully selected by him, loyal enough, and devout enough family mbers.
God says not to blindly believe, yet these people’s faith is absolutely devout.
Because they have all been sheltered by God at the brink of life and death, knowing God’s power.
And one can’t always just take; one must contribute to God as well.
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Compared to Vasini, Travis’s days were much smoother.
He practically adored Johnny Blackbird.
This damned bank robber unexpectedly brought him such a wonderful opportunity.
Originally, after failing to encircle Vasini last ti, he temporarily gave up the idea of invading the South District.
Vasini clearly had soone strong backing him, forcing an invasion would be unwise.
But who could have imagined...
Johnny Blackbird assassinated the Eldest Prince.
That night, Trafford found him, barely containing his excitent, and told him, "I can go back, and I can let you have the South District, do you want it?"
Of course.
Who wouldn’t want the South District?
Compared to the cramped West District, the South District is truly paradise.
"I only have one request."
Trafford then revealed his condition.
"Help find Johnny Blackbird."
Right now, everyone is looking for Johnny Blackbird, whoever can find him first will prosper.
Travis felt it was effortless, he already knew Johnny Blackbird had connections with those natives in the West District; now to find him, just go find those people.
So he directly took a few confidants and headed towards the slums.
The result slightly exceeded his expectations; the mouths of those people were very tight, no one was willing to reveal the whereabouts of the bank robber.
Even when he employed top-tier torture thods from back in the Western tis, he couldn’t pry open their mouths.
To know, back in the day, those Western tough guys who weren’t afraid of death couldn’t withstand his thods either.
He couldn’t help but wonder if he was getting old.
Then he spent so more ti down there.
Eventually, he found what he wanted.
An underground hospital.
Filled with natives who were bizarre and gravely ill, elders, children.
He finally understood why their mouths were so tight.
Now, he was waiting for soone in this underground hospital.
Waiting for Johnny Blackbird.
The underground hospital was very dark, so he brought an oil lamp himself, sitting on a folding chair, smoking a cigar, and playing with a coin.
He didn’t know how long it had been when the quiet underground hospital finally echoed with so extra footsteps.
He saw a man with a black bird-beak mask and a long trench coat walk out from the surrounding beds draped with heavy curtains.
"You finally ca, Johnny."
Travis slowly exhaled a smoke ring, staring at his lucky charm, and smiled.
"Let your n co out, I can already sll their stench."
Johnny Blackbird sneered.
"Oh, just like you, Johnny, but you know, you’re dangerous, I have to be a little cautious."
The breeze in the underground hospital gently lifted the curtains, indeed revealing a few gun-wielding cowboys hidden behind Travis.
Only they still didn’t co out.
Because their guns weren’t aid at Johnny Blackbird; they were aid at the patients on the beds.
"What do you want?"
Johnny Blackbird seed to be suppressing his anger.
"You know, only you, if possible, also bring Miss West along."
"I’ll go with you, let these people go."
"Of course, of course, I’m always a reasonable person, equivalent exchange, can do, you walk over slowly, first ensure I can grab you."
Travis nodded repeatedly, while beckoning to Johnny Blackbird.
Johnny Blackbird had no choice but to move forward.
"Oh, by the way, drop your weapons, I guess you have a Wenster typewriter under your trench coat, throw it away, but honestly, that thing isn’t reliable, take off the coat first."
Johnny Blackbird complied.
Under his coat, he indeed had two Wenster typewriters, various pistols, even grenades.
He threw them all on the ground next to him, after repeatedly demonstrating that there was no problem, he slowly walked towards Travis.
Travis seed to also not dare to be careless, didn’t even smoke the cigar, only eyeing Johnny Blackbird intently.
Until Johnny Blackbird ca within three ters of him, he ordered Johnny Blackbird to turn around and kneel, while he himself pulled out a rope, preparing to tie Johnny Blackbird up.
At the mont when he got up to approach, Johnny Blackbird suddenly quickly whispered a command: "Do it!"
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