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Duke left without waiting for the police to arrive. Although he was a brave person, according to the procedure, he had to go to the police station to make a record.

This toss-up lasted for at least a day, not to mention that Duke's identity was very special and there were many records in the police station. I wonder if Lao Yue checked Duke's account before he left.

The current director is not from Hydra and should be replaced soon, but before he is replaced, the young director is likely to want to achieve some political achievements, just like the ambitious ones before him. Same as young people.

These young people will always yell at the police officers who are old enough to be their fathers, asking them to step up patrols to fight crime. They don’t even think about how high the crime rate is in Manhattan, New York, and how high the gun ownership rate is. Who would Fight for a salary and the illusory fairness, justice, love and peace.

Only young people who have just graduated from college would do this.

Duke took a taxi and left the convenience store. The taxi driver asked: "Sir, where are you going?"

Duke reported the address, and the driver hesitated. "Sir, that area is very dangerous now. Do you have anything urgent to do? If not, I suggest you wait a few days before going."

"What happened over there"

"Although there is no report in the news, all the taxi drivers we pass by know that the gangs there are fighting, and innocent taxi drivers are affected every day. The lighter ones just need to repair their cars, but they are unlucky. Maybe he will go to see God.”

Duke nodded. That area was also Duke's previous jurisdiction, but it was a slum area and didn't have much oil and water, so Duke didn't pay much attention to it. And Bob's home was over there, so even though there wasn't much money in that area , before Duke left, the security was much better than before.

Relative to now.

"I can add money."

"This is not a matter of money, sir. If you insist on going, I can only take you to the intersection under the bridge. You need to walk the rest of the way by yourself."

Duke took out a dagger from his waist and a handful of change from his other hand.

The driver felt a piece of cold metal suddenly attached to his neck. He knew it was not a good thing without looking at it, "Friend, what are you doing?"

Duke said: "I'm sorry, but I don't want to waste time. Please send me to that address and I will give you double the fare."

The driver sighed, "Well, it's not a matter of money. The main thing is that you are really in an emergency. I like to help others very much. This is what my grandmother told me since I was a child."

"Your grandmother must have been a good person."

"Yes, she is of German descent, just like you." The driver was trying to think of a way to stabilize Duke so that he could not let the dagger stab him down. He also had to drive steadily, otherwise the dagger would stab him if he made an emergency stop. .

The driver's decision to take this customer was probably the worst decision in his life. If he were not careful, he would go to see God.

Manhattan has been so chaotic lately...

"Drive faster."

"Oh oh ok."

Duke put the dagger back and leaned against the car door, looking at the road ahead.

Soon the driver arrived at the neighborhood that Duke had mentioned. The houses here were relatively dense. The driver was stopped by a roadblock just as he entered a street.

A group of young men looking like killers jumped down from the low tent.

"Friend, come down and talk."

A short, thin man wearing a black camisole knocked on the front hood with an unmodified tree trunk.

The driver swallowed and silently raised his hands.

Duke took out a dagger from his waist and said to the driver: "Close your eyes, otherwise I doubt you will be able to eat well in the next few days."

The driver quickly closed his eyes.

Duke opened the door and walked out.

"It's not much, 300 US dollars is enough. Judging from your appearance, you should not be short of this amount of money. After all, our life is not good, so we should treat it as a good deed." The little man saw Duke coming down and spreading his hands towards Du. K said.

Duke walked over, his tall figure blocking the sunlight in front of the short man.

The dwarf was not afraid of Duke's tall body. He raised his head and looked at Duke angrily and said, "Damn it, I hate tall people, so break his legs."

thump.

There was a slight crash.

The short man groaned and knelt down on the ground. There was a dagger handle above his head, but it was obvious that the dagger was not broken. Duke pulled the handle out of his head and blood came out of the wound.

The dagger given by Frank was of good quality, and it won the head-to-head encounter with the skull.

"Uh..." The teenagers who wanted to gather around stopped. Duke followed Frank's example and waved the dagger twice, but unfortunately it failed. The dagger scratched his sleeve. .

Fortunately, those young people didn't notice. When they saw the body of the dwarf thrown to the ground, their Adam's apples involuntarily twitched, and they turned around and ran away without hesitation.

"fxxk, this is a tough idea"

"run"

"Ugh." Some people even vomited while running.

Duke did not chase them, but kicked the body of the fallen dwarf aside. The residents here would dispose of the body themselves.

The young people living here rarely see their parents or relatives due to various reasons, mainly because of poverty. They have lived alone like this since childhood.

If he dies, he dies, and no one will hold him accountable.

Duke returned to the car, "Okay, you can open your eyes."

The driver opened his eyes. He only heard a thud, and then these people ran away. He didn't know what happened. Now it seemed that the person sitting next to him must be a ruthless person.

But he still didn't know how ruthless Duke was, so when the car started, his eyes were looking everywhere for traces of their fight.

When he saw the body of the dwarf who was kicked to the side of the street, he couldn't help but feel his stomach churn. The dwarf's body was huddled in the corner, messy things were still gurgleing from the top of his head, and his eyes were very wide, as if looking at him

After driving for a few steps, the driver finally couldn't help but open the window, then put his head out and vomited. After vomiting twice, he hurriedly turned back, waved his hands and said to Duke: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, don't do it." Kill me and I won’t do this next time. I’ll pay attention, please.”

Duke said in a deep voice: "Drive."

"Okay, okay." Seeing that Duke had no intention of killing him, although the driver was still very nervous and sweating on his forehead, he still started the car and drove along the narrow road.

After twisting and turning, they came to a small intersection that even taxis could not enter. At this time, Duke asked the driver to stop, then opened the door and walked out, throwing all the coins in his pocket to the taxi driver.

"I don't recommend that you go back the way you came. Go right from here to get out of this area. Then you can go back in a detour. If there is someone stopping you in this area, speed up and hit them.

If there is an accident and someone is killed, you can come to me at Duke Logistics, where I got in the car. If you didn't listen to me and were killed, then don't resent me. "

After saying that, Duke walked into the path. This was also the place where he grew up. He moved away soon after he crossed over. However, Bob liked it very much, so he would come here from time to time. .

And this place is poor enough that no established gang would want to come here.

The taxi driver was gasping for air, his heart was pounding, and sweat was still pouring on his forehead.

He didn't even count the change scattered on the passenger seat. He quickly started the car and left along the road pointed by Duke, praising God constantly.

Pushing open the creaky old wooden door, Duke walked into this former home.

"Bob" no one answered, and the room was unusually quiet.

Duke tightened his grip on the dagger in his hand.

There is trouble.