Guilty Records

On the streets of Clinton in the early morning, apart from a few drunkards who passed out and fell asleep, there were only a few clients who staggered along.Those who have the ability and access may have heard some rumors, and they dare not come out to fool around at home tonight.

When these bastards heard the movement, they looked back as if they had seen a ghost, and immediately disappeared without a trace.

On the inaccessible street, the wind was rumbling and blowing like ghosts. Old Jack, the night watchman, found that this warehouse, which was almost empty on weekdays, had gathered a large number of people and vehicles tonight, some holding torches or holding guns, all of them were vicious. .In this world where cops are bullies, who else can you count on?The experienced old Jack shook his head as if he didn't see it.

This place was originally a frozen warehouse, which has been abandoned and depressed. Even with a little repair, it is still terribly cold at night, and the outside is surrounded by layers of water.

The burlap sack was covered with dirty blood, and the things inside kept wriggling and struggling, making whining noises.In the small house inside, Gary ordered his men to get the people out of the sack.

As soon as the rope was untied, Christie, who had been stripped naked inside, finally saw the light of day again. She looked bald and fat in her forties, as if she was overindulgent, and her whole body was ridiculously white. Her slightly swollen eyes were narrowed, and she scanned and quickly analyzed the current situation. He has suffered a lot in the sack, but Christie is not an ordinary character. He has been able to stabilize the family for decades in the chaotic and complicated city of London, and not anyone can easily bring him down.

Although the enemy's actions today were swift and decisive, and even tied him up in his private villa, it really surprised him. With the faint light of the fire, the small room was filled with all kinds of horrific instruments of torture, surrounded by people, He was quite shocked by the familiar young man who was sitting above, and Christie was shivering from the cold, afraid, and even suspicious, "Louis Anjou...it's you..."

He didn't catch a ray, but the inequality between the two sides had already made him lose his dignity, and the sneering and mocking eyes around him made him extremely embarrassed.

Louis sat on the chair with no expression on his face, and said calmly, "Mr. Christie, good evening."

"I think we shouldn't meet like this tonight. Even if we haven't met, there are some things that should be tacit according to the rules or humanitarianism. You can be an ally with the same interests, but you betrayed me. trust."

His eyes were as deep as a pool of stagnant water, and they were so green that they were creepy.Even in this kind of messy and dirty world, this young man is still so uncluttered, even dressed exquisitely, like a well-bred gentleman.

The Anjou faction has been developed in the past few years. They have always acted in a low-key manner, but in the past year, they have been ruthless and vicious without leaving any future troubles. However, they can help anyone who has a reason to ask for asylum. The style of gang rape, murder, and plunder ran counter to that, so it aroused the hatred of many old families, but it also won the hearts of the people in this area.

The person in power heard that he was a polite young man, but no matter how young he was, no one would underestimate someone with such cruel methods.

Although there was no threat, Christie was stunned by his eyes. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the horrible torture instruments and the blood-stained meat on the ground, but couldn't tell whether it was a human or an animal...

Immediately my whole body softened, but in the end I was furious, and immediately asked: "Why did you kidnap me? And killed so many subordinates! Louis Anjou, I also heard that you are a polite young man, but you just came out to do things. Get a little bit of petty profit, so get carried away and offend the old man!"

Gary respected Louis the most, and when he heard his husband being ridiculed in such a way, his eyes immediately burst into anger.

Louis: "It's ridiculous to say that it's your behavior that made my subordinates become rude. Miss Frida, who died tragically, shouldn't mind these scars on your body."

When Christie heard this, she felt a little guilty, but immediately bluffed, "The ones who have disputes with you have always been those Yankees! It's none of my business! I warned you to let me go immediately, and then hand over the people who killed my subordinates to me. Let me deal with it! And you, Louis Anjou, came to apologize personally, and I want you to kneel and kowtow at the door to see your sincerity, otherwise you will not have a good life today..."

Before he could finish speaking, a large pair of iron handcuffs hit him hard on the back of the head!

Immediately the blood slid down and he fell to the ground dizzy, Gary was so angry that he even went up and kicked him hard, spitting: "You idiot, pig! How dare you fucking bark!"

Christie was beaten to the point where she was rolling over her head and howling continuously. Louis raised his hand to stop the bloody beating, and didn't mind his verbal insults. Instead, he tapped the chair with his fingertips and smiled.

The rhythmic voice poured out, matched with his smile, this delicate young man was simply out of place in this place.

But Neil knew very well that something terrible would happen once Louis laughed, so he couldn't help tightening his clothes, even though he was wrapped in winter clothes, he still felt very cold at this moment.

"It seems that Mr. Christie, who holds a noble status, disdains to associate with Americans. Although the Kochensky family has been competing with us for business, they are just a group of refugees. I didn’t take it seriously. And today, the girl we sheltered, Frieda, was killed and hanged at the door of the brothel. How much of this is the instruction of the noble Mr. Christie?”

Christie argued, "You know it's the Americans! It's none of my business!"

Gary stepped forward and patted his greasy face like a fat pig, "You fucking think we invited you to drink tea? Now you are in our hands, you begged us!" Christie said to Gary Already having a serious psychological shadow, I couldn't help curling up in fear, trembling like a fish on a chopping board.

Louis suppressed his smile, "It seems that Mr. Christie is still obsessed with it, Neil, please help him, maybe he will remember something."

Neil nodded, glanced at Christie gloatingly, and kicked out a large object from the cargo box next to it, which rolled onto the dirt and was still wriggling.

After being stripped, a young man with a bruised nose and swollen face was tied up, with blond hair and small eyes covered with freckles. He might have been too cold to feel his nose and tears all sticking to his face. Neil tore off the tape around his mouth, and the young man immediately let out a murderous cry. scream like that!

"Father! Help..."

"Help me! They still beat me..."

This pampered young master was extremely wronged. When he was coddling with a woman on the bed, he was violently tied up by the intruders, punched and kicked to clean him up. How did little Christie suffer so much? She was so scared that her feces and urine were in her trouser pockets, cowardly Disgusting.

His voice was so harsh, Louis rubbed his forehead impatiently, and Neil put the tape back on again.

Like a landlubb that was pinched by the neck and stopped abruptly, little Christie fell to the ground and kept crying.

Christie looked at his son's miserable condition in shock and distress, and he was tortured so badly that he turned red eyes and glared at him, "How dare you! Louis Anjou, I will not let you go!"

Louis said indifferently, "Mr. Morris, it's time to present your gift."

At this time, the person who had been standing in the dark corner came out cautiously holding a box. He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes and wore glasses. A person whose temperament is incompatible with this inferior region.

Morris smiled half a smile, and pushed his glasses gracefully with his fingertips, "Yes, sir."

Christie was shocked, and figured out why her heavily guarded house was attacked so easily, and even her son who was raised outside was also arrested.

He was suddenly furious, and even the last fear was dispelled by this anger. He was very angry and flustered, so he kept cursing viciously, "It turned out to be you! You traitor son of a bitch! An unfamiliar white-eyed wolf actually betrayed his master and took refuge with disgusting and low-class people..."

Morris raised his hand, and the contents of the box rolled down to Christie's feet. It was a human head, bloody and rotten, with facial features and skin that could no longer be recognized. The hair was coagulated and blood was covered with mud...

Christie was frightened out of her wits, screamed and quickly crawled back, little Christie was so frightened that she couldn't even speak, and passed out.

It was only after he fixed his eyes to identify who the head was that his face turned dead pale, knowing that the enemy had completely grasped the situation, and he sat on the ground like a dead man.

Gary took the opportunity to slap his son awake with a slap!He swiftly cut off his finger and threw it beside him. It was as easy as slaughtering a pig and a sheep. He immediately pulled out the whip on the wall and began to beat him. But after a few seconds, little Christie's face changed completely.

Christie looked at Louis in disbelief. He had already given up in his heart, and the pain in his heart was unbearable. It seemed that several steel nails had been stabbed in his throat. He said bitterly, "Stop! What do you want?"

"Mr. Christie, I gave you a precious opportunity. But Mr. Morris is a talent, but he has become a dog who is being shouted and drunk under your hands. The next thing is up to him to decide. I believe that Miss Frieda will die in peace." of."

Louis got up and was about to leave the warehouse.

Morris gave him a complete gift, his eyes seemed to be looking at a god, shining with a strange and pious light, and he respected him sincerely: "Thank you, Mr. Anjou."

Christie finally broke down completely, fearing Morris like a devil. He gave up all his dignity and cried and crawled towards Louis, but was kicked aside by Neil without touching him.

Neil spat and cursed: "Don't think that things can be done seamlessly, when we don't know that you are the patron behind Kochenski, bah!"

Christie was like a lagging dog, a bereaved dog in a state of embarrassment, his fat and greasy belly rolled on the ground, like a maggot that just crawled out of the toilet, which seemed even more ridiculous to others.

With tears in his eyes, he begged, "It was my fault! Mr. Anjou, everything is my fault, I will give you whatever you want! Casinos, bars, docks, brothels... Please don't hand us over to Morris Come on, he's a madman! He'll kill us!"

Louis sighed softly, knelt down and stroked his muddy hair, and said cruelly, "Good luck, sir."

After all, even though Christie was crying and struggling in the warehouse, she walked out the door without looking back. Neil followed behind and escorted Louis. He winked at Gary and left in a hurry.