Metropolis.
A black Oldsmobile Cutlass Ciera sedan, gently glided through a street.
The roads in the street were crisscrossing, like a spider's web woven by a drunk.
After the car drove past buildings, it finally stopped on a gravel-paved private driveway.
"Bang!"
The car door opened, and several men in black suits picked up several women who had fallen into a coma in the back seat and walked towards the room.
In the wide hall, Frank Gallo, who had been waiting for a long time, picked up the cigar at hand when he saw his men bringing the people in.
He was a big man, with a Dopey Dog's face and a curved hooked nose.
Due to being a Sicilian, his oily skin often revealed the color of solidified cinnamon.
"Boss, the quality of this batch of women is good."
After his men threw the three women on the ground, he said to him, "Those wealthy people will definitely be satisfied."
Frank stood up and looked at the women on the ground, and took a satisfied puff of his cigar.
"Not bad, especially this one."
As he spoke, he reached out and touched the face of one of the blonde girls.
The other party was top-notch in terms of both figure and face.
Frank was the boss of this group of gangsters.
The business he engaged in was not drug trafficking like other gangs, or smuggling arms.
Instead, it was the more risky but also more profitable trafficking of women and children.
Sending young and beautiful women to the beds of those big shots in exchange for the protection of the other party's political power and money was the deal he had been doing all along.
"Send her to My room."
Frank looked at the exposed skin of the blonde girl and suddenly became interested, and he asked his men to send the girl to his room.
Inside the room, under the dim light.
Frank's fingers touched the girl's face, nodding frequently as if admiring a work of art.
His fingers climbed up the girl's chin like spider legs, crossed the already dried blood stains, and came to the other party's forehead.
"Ugh"
Martha McDonald woke up slowly.
Her head was throbbing with pain, and her whole body felt unusually tired.
Rubbing her hazy eyes, she was a little puzzled as to why she seemed to be lying on the bed.
Wasn't she drinking with her best friends in the bar?
A handsome young man came over to offer a toast, and she and her best friends didn't take it seriously and drank a glass with a smile.
After that, her memory was blurred, and she didn't remember anything.
Trying hard to open her eyes, she suddenly felt something crawling on her forehead.
Looking at the unknown object, she found that it was a few fingers.
The owner of the fingers - a pot-bellied guy, was showing her a devilish smile.
"Ah!"
Martha McDonald, who was frightened, let out a scream.
She desperately curled up backwards, but Frank grabbed her arm and dragged her to the end of the bed.
"Bang!"
He punched Martha in the face without any pity.
Martha immediately felt a burst of severe pain.
Dizzy, she immediately lost her power to resist.
Just as Frank was about to do whatever he wanted, he suddenly heard a voice from behind.
"Hey, Frank."
"Fack! I said no one is allowed to come in!"
Frank, who was disturbed, turned around angrily.
As a result, he was grabbed by the head and slammed against the wall with a "thud".
Dizzy, Frank subconsciously wanted to fight back, but was punched in the lower abdomen.
Struck by lightning, he covered his stomach and slowly fell to the floor.
In the severe pain, he struggled to raise his head, and what he saw was a face wearing black-rimmed glasses.
Peter looked down at Frank, who was groaning while clutching his stomach, and then looked at the girl on the bed who was cowering into a ball.
Shaking his head, he dragged Frank and dragged him outside.
Peter originally planned to just loot the gangster headquarters and kill all the scum who trafficked in women and children, but he didn't expect to encounter such a thing.
"Bang!"
Frank was dragged into the living room and kicked hard.
Letting out a painful groan, he looked around, and when he saw his little brothers lying on the ground groaning, his heart sank.
"Mi-Mister, there is money here, if you want it, you can take it all!"
Realizing that Peter in front of him was not a kind person, Frank immediately admitted defeat.
"You're wrong, the money here belonged to Me the moment I stepped in, so you don't need to remind Me that all this money belongs to Me."
Peter said that he came here to get money.
He casually pulled over a chair, sat down, and then picked up a pistol from the ground.
"But I can let you go."
Peter pointed the gun at the other party, "Since you like to show your masculinity so much, let's have one now, come on, show your subordinates."
"What?!"
Frank thought he had heard wrong and looked at him in shock.
"Come on."
Peter asked all the little brothers lying on the ground to stand up, "Stand in front of your boss and watch him perform for you."
Frank swallowed, looking at Peter in horror.
"Sir, I... I was wrong, please let Me go, I... I'll give you all My money, you can have whatever you want..."
Looking at the guy's embarrassed and terrified appearance, Peter's desire to play faded away, and he directly fired a shot at the guy's lower body.
With a "bang", Frank, clutching his body, fell to the ground, letting out a painful groan.
When the other gangsters saw Peter firing, they wanted to fight back, but they were shot by bullets and fell to the ground and died instantly.
Martha McDonald in the bedroom leaned her back against the door.
Although she couldn't see what was going on outside, Peter's previous words made her heart beat non-stop.
Is this guy a devil?!
Although she was full of gratitude to Peter for saving her, she also felt that the other party was very bad-tempered.
But
She clenched her fists, feeling unexpectedly relieved in her heart.
To deal with this kind of villain, you have to use such methods.
Just as she was thinking wildly, with a "bang", a gunshot that suddenly rang out outside startled her.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Dull gunshots rang out outside, followed by the sound of "thump" falling to the ground one after another.
The surroundings fell into a deathly silence, and Martha McDonald nervously held her breath.