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Weller watched Brian and his daughter drive out of sight, and then looked at Martin aside.

Even though Weller had just stabbed Martin, Martin did not show any dissatisfaction, and even had an expression of gratitude on his face.

Of course he had to thank Weller.

It was precisely because of Weller's knife that Brian completely eliminated his intention to kill him.

Before Weller could speak, the pale Martin said gratefully: "Thank you, Mr. Hunter."

The corners of Weller's mouth curled up slightly.

Martin is a smart man, and more importantly, he knows how to be grateful.

Thinking of this, he groaned and shouted softly: "Parker."

Following the words, a black shadow flashed out from the shadows and appeared in front of Weller and the two.

Parker put down what he was holding in his mouth, glanced sideways at Martin, and said, "He will bleed to death."

"Can't die."

Weller said lightly, and before Martin could recover from the surprise that a dog could speak, he used the healing skill.

A green energy full of life appeared on Weller's palm, and then under Martin's surprised gaze, Weller pressed his hand on Martin's injured stomach.

The wound stopped bleeding quickly and then healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just 2 minutes, the wound that penetrated the abdomen was completely healed.

"This, this is?"

Martin looked at Weller in shock and admired Weller even more.

Weller pointed to some information on the ground and said to Martin: "This is the information Parker found. It should be useful to you."

Martin picked up the information and glanced at it for a few times before a look of surprise appeared on his face.

This information is the customer information of the Albanian gang for human trafficking. As long as he has this information, Boss Lai will not blame him even if he loses the goods.

But...why did Mr. Hunter give him this information?

Martin looked at Weller in confusion.

Weller said calmly: "I don't like human trafficking."

Martin felt nervous and said hurriedly: "I don't like it either."

As long as Mr. Hunter doesn't like it, he certainly doesn't like it even more.

In order to look at Martin with a half-smile, he suddenly said: "I want to take down Hell's Kitchen."

Martin's heart trembled.

Immediately, he stared at Martin with fiery eyes: "I am willing to dedicate everything to sir!"

"Ha." Weller laughed: "No need to be so exaggerated."

Martin looked serious.

Weller shrugged, did not dwell on the issue anymore, and said, "You can use these materials."

"But Mr. Hunter, didn't you mean..."

Martin looked at Weller with some confusion.

Weller raised two fingers and said: "Two uses."

Martin thought about it: "Let me gain Boss Lai's trust? And...?"

He looked at Weller suspiciously.

"Be a hero."

Weller's expressionless words made Martin stunned.

"Become... a hero?"

"Yes, a man who was an ethnic smuggler but became a hero in rescuing human trafficking."

Martin nodded: "I will try my best."

First use this information to gain the trust of Boss Lai. After Boss Lai becomes bigger and stronger...

A simple plan flashed through Martin's mind.

"Make good use of this information."

Weller patted Martin on the shoulder, and Martin nodded excitedly as if he had been given a shot of blood.

"Come on, get out of here, the police are here to wipe your ass."

Weller listened to the sound of the police car, said lightly, and quickly left the dock with Martin.

Half an hour later, Weller and Martin separated, changed into a pair of tattered and blood-stained clothes, took little Hope to buy some things, and found a hotel in Hell's Kitchen to stay temporarily.

"Look for a new place to live tomorrow. It's best to be out of Hell's Kitchen, but not too far away."

Weller, who was physically and mentally exhausted, murmured.

Little Hope's being taken away must not happen a second time.

Looking at little Hope, who had been sleeping soundly all the way and still hadn't woken up yet, Weller tapped the little guy's nose, nodded to Parker, who was about to disappear because the summoning time was over, and fell asleep tiredly.

But at this time, Hell's Kitchen became chaotic.

The Russian Mafia suffered serious losses. Not only were a large number of good players killed, but even Vladimir, one of the two leaders of the Russian Mafia, was killed by a ghost tonight!

ghost!

For a time, everyone in Hell's Kitchen was talking about this name, and it even had a lot of admirers.

Russian mafia headquarters.

At this time, one of the leaders of the mafia, Vladimir's brother Anatoly, was filled with grief and anger.

"I will definitely avenge you!"

Anatoly murmured in a low voice, thinking that it was his brother's decapitated body. The burning fire of hatred almost swallowed up his reason, making him desperate for revenge.

But looking for ghosts like this is not revenge, it is death.

He tried hard to force himself to calm down. Since the ghost could kill his brother and a large number of mafiosi, he could also kill him.

In other words, the power of their mafia cannot deal with ghosts.

They need more people, or more power.

Other powers in Hell's Kitchen?

"The gang has suffered heavy losses, and it must have become fat in the eyes of many people now."

He still ignored those small gangs, but he had to consider the group of crazy killers, the powerful bald man, and the old lady.

In this case, whoever kills the ghost will hand over the assets of the Russian mafia to whomever!

And... after they killed the ghost, they must have paid a lot of price.

At that time, it is not certain who will eat whom.

A series of thoughts flashed through Anatole's mind. After picking up his mobile phone and making several calls to let his men spread the news, he looked at the group photo on his desk, pain and sadness engulfing him again.

……

In the early morning, the familiar cry woke Weller up from his deep sleep again.

Weller opened his eyes and smiled.

At this moment, nothing made him feel more comfortable than hearing the cry.

"Morning, dear Hope."

Weller turned to look at the little guy sleeping beside him, with a smile on his face.

When little Hope heard a familiar voice, she stopped crying and sucked her fingers.

Weller laughed and got up to make milk for the little guy.

Last night, after he and Martin separated, he bought another set of daily necessities for the little guy.

Raising children is much harder than killing a bunch of mafia gangsters.

Weller said mockingly to himself, tested the temperature of the milk, and put the bottle into the little guy's hand. Seeing how hard the little guy was eating, Weller also stretched.

From today on, he can no longer be lazy.

He had to take down Hell's Kitchen in the shortest possible time. After all, he had now become a murderous super criminal in the eyes of the police.

"Yeah, Hope."

Little Hope tilted her head and looked at Weller, shouting happily.

"Papa!"