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Chapter 235 Everyone's Destination—New York!
"Bang bang bang-"

Inside the nightclub, gunshots rang out continuously.

One by one, women dressed in flamboyant and revealing clothes screamed and scattered in all directions. The customers tonight were also in chaos, rushing out of the store in a panic, not daring to look back even once, for fear that a bullet would catch up with them at any moment.

Firelight, smoke, and screams intertwined to create a hellish scene.

Meanwhile, the Irish brothers, who were the masterminds behind this bloody massacre, were wreaking havoc in a nightclub, venting their frustration and anger from the past six months of running around!

"Fuck squid! Fuck squid! Fuck squid!!!"

Connor held a large-caliber Desert Eagle in each hand, and anyone who dared to resist with a gun was shot in the head. Beside him, Murphy calmly and accurately fired a submachine gun, providing cover fire for Connor.

The two players' tactical positioning was perfectly coordinated. Although they appeared wild and unruly, they took control of the situation immediately when the opponent was not paying attention, and suppressed all possible counterattacks. In just a few minutes, they had cleared most of the field.

This is the most common two-man combat tactic used by the Irish Reserve Defence Forces (RDF), involving crossfire and alternating advances!

Indeed, although the two brothers were born in Chicago and had never been to Great Britain, they were fortunate to have been to Great Britain, thanks to their father, who had passed away many years ago, a veteran of the Irish Defence Force.

Besides being instilled with a lot of extreme ideas of hatred towards Britain and Victoria during their childhood, the two brothers learned the most about shooting!
“Bang bang bang bang bang—!”

After a rapid-fire attack, the entire first floor was riddled with holes.

Dozens of gangsters, all with standard tattoos on their necks and dressed in suits, fell haphazardly into pools of blood before they even had a chance to pull the trigger a few times!

But these few lackeys aren't even enough to fill this guy's teeth.

Connor needs more killing to vent the frustration he's accumulated over the past six months; Murphy, on the other hand, wants to completely eliminate the threat to his beloved. He's not like his brother, who's indifferent to matters of the heart, and he won't allow anyone to threaten Terry again.

"Next~"

Murphy tossed him a fully magazineed automatic rifle from his gun bag, while simultaneously reloading his own submachine gun.

"Was that fun, bro?" Connor tossed him a cigarette.

After lighting it, Murphy took a deep breath. The tobacco, mixed with the bloody smell in the air, had a strangely alluring quality.

At that moment, he suddenly understood why Rorschach always liked to light cigarettes on corpses—it was just so damn exciting!

"It's not over yet."

He looked up at the stairs to the second floor, where he heard hurried footsteps.

It was obvious that the gangsters upstairs had noticed the commotion downstairs and were making urgent preparations.

"Don't worry, God will protect us."

Connor picked up the silver cross he was wearing around his neck and kissed it.

Murphy also made the sign of the cross with the same devotion.

After they finished praying, the two men looked at each other, then let out a low growl and fearlessly charged up to the second floor with their guns raised!

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Inside the hospital.

With the help of his colleagues, Terry struggled to get up and walked back and forth in the ward for rehabilitation.

The woman dressed in a flamboyant manner looked around and couldn't help but whisper, "I checked the area when I came here. They didn't send anyone to watch you. Take this opportunity to sneak away from here, Terry."

Terry looked confused and murmured, "Where can I go?"

"Anywhere is fine, Texas, New Mexico, North Carolina. Oh, and you can go to New York!"

My colleague explained, "You know, because of Rorschach, who's always on the news, the number of police officers in New York has almost doubled, and the security situation is much better. And supposedly, some New York gangs are colluding with that terrorist, which led to the Counterterrorism Bureau wiping out all the gangs in New York recently! Haven't you seen the TV? Now those rappers in New York don't dare call themselves Gangstar anymore."

".New York?"

Terry shook his head hesitantly: "I don't know, I want to wait and see."

As she spoke, the girl couldn't help but look towards the corridor outside the ward, where patients and nurses came and went, but she couldn't see the blond man she wanted to see.

Seeing this, his colleague couldn't help but sigh: "Although I don't want to discourage you, Terry, that Irish kid named Murphy has no chance against the boss and his gang. They're the Russian mafia! They have hundreds of gunmen!"

“Murphy said he would pay the boss to buy me out.” Terry’s voice was weak, but carried a hint of stubbornness.

Upon hearing this, the colleague rolled his eyes and said, "You can't put your hopes on a man. Given the boss's personality, if he knew that some outsider wanted to spend money to buy someone from him, he would definitely take the money first and then kill him."

"Wouldn't Murphy be in danger?"

Terry suddenly widened his eyes: "No, I have to tell him not to go."

Despite the pain, the girl hurried to the bedside, picked up her phone, and was about to call Murphy.

My colleague scoffed, "Has that kid been watching too many medieval English dramas? He actually wants to buy a living person from the mafia."

"You're right, so I've changed to a more direct approach!"

boom!
The hospital doors suddenly opened.

Murphy walked in, panting.

He was covered in blood, with a few splinters of wood still clinging to his short, golden hair, but he looked radiant and smiling as he watched Terry holding his phone.

"Murphy, you?"

"The Russian gang in Compton is finished. You're free, Terry!"

He strode forward, opened his arms and gently embraced Terry, the gun holster on his shoulder slipping off to reveal a bag full of banknotes.

This was all the cash they found in the mob boss's office. He originally just wanted to get back the $100,000 he had paid to buy Terry's freedom, but he didn't expect such an unexpected surprise.

Terry was shocked and surprised to see Murphy return covered in blood, but after seeing that Murphy was alright, he finally smiled with relief.

After lingering for a few dozen seconds, Murphy, before the police arrived, scooped Terry up in his arms, grabbed the cash on the ground, and prepared to rush out the door.

"Hey, where are you guys headed?"

"New York!"

Murphy answered loudly without turning his head, his steps unwavering.

The female colleague was left staring in disbelief at their retreating figures.

Downstairs of the hospital.

Connor had already parked his car on the road, ready to drive away at any moment.

However, his condition was much worse than Murphy's; his left arm was already wrapped in gauze, clearly indicating a gunshot wound.

"Are we really leaving Los Angeles?" A scantily clad blonde woman in the passenger seat pouted in dissatisfaction. "Damn it, how come we can't stay in one place for more than a month when we're together? Are you a gypsy?"

"Stop complaining. If you want to stay here, I won't stop you, as long as you're not afraid of retaliation from the Russian mafia," Connor replied impatiently.

"Humph"

The woman turned her face away angrily, but still fastened her seatbelt.

Soon, Murphy rushed out of the hospital carrying Terry, followed by a large group of doctors and nurses who were curiously watching them, as well as security guards.
Don't expect a few hospital security guards to stop a blood-soaked guy who's clearly a menace in this country where guns are free.

The car door opened, and Murphy carefully carried the still-injured Terry inside.

"Don't be afraid, this is my brother Connor, and this is his girlfriend." Murphy couldn't think of a way to introduce the woman for a moment.

The woman rolled her eyes at him, then smiled and gestured to introduce him, "Hi, you must be Terry, right? I've heard Murphy mention you a lot. I'm Lina, and I'm a stripper."

Terry stared at the pink manicure, which was several centimeters long, that was extended in front of him. After a moment of hesitation, he still took it.

“Terry, I’m Murphy’s girlfriend.”

She glanced cautiously at Murphy, and seeing that the other was looking at her gently, she smiled and continued, "My profession is..."

Well, she simply couldn't bring herself to openly reveal her shady profession like the woman opposite her.

“I know you’re a prostitute controlled by the Russian mafia.”

"Fuck you! If you can't talk, shut your mouth, you bitch!" Connor smacked the woman on the head in annoyance, making Lina wince and rub her head in pain.

Murphy, sitting in the back seat, gave Terry a helpless look. He also found his "sister-in-law's" inexplicable personality quite troublesome.

Terry, however, found it amusing. She put her arm around Murphy's and asked curiously, "Are we going to New York now? Do you know anyone there?"

"Yeah~"

Connor glanced at the police car getting closer in the rearview mirror, slammed on the gas, and said smugly, "My brother Murphy and I are right there. We've done a lot of amazing things with him before."

“Okay.” Terry nodded knowingly. “So you guys used to be gangsters too?”

The girl wasn't stupid, especially when she saw Murphy in the ward earlier. His fierce demeanor, so different from his usual self, immediately made her suspicious of his identity.

"Gangs? Hahaha."

Connor and Murphy exchanged a glance in the rearview mirror, and the two brothers burst into laughter.

“We’re way more powerful than the mob! Don’t get the wrong idea, little girl. Once you meet our boss, Rorschach, you’ll know what we used to be.”

"Okay. Wait, who did you say you wanted to see?!"

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Slovakia.

It's getting dark.

An Asian woman stepped out of a van outside a high-end hotel in the city center.

She wore a low-cut, backless dress, revealing her sexy and hot figure. Black stockings outlined her long, slender legs, and paired with her exquisite and alluring makeup, she looked like a stunning beauty.

The woman, carrying a light handbag and wearing twelve-centimeter high heels, entered the hotel with practiced ease.

Shortly after, the elevator doors opened, and she arrived at the presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel.

The entire floor had been booked, and guards in suits, exuding a tough and imposing air, stood on both sides of the corridor.

Upon seeing the woman, two burly guards stepped forward to conduct a body search.

Their rough hands started from the woman's slender ankles, moving upwards along her stocking-clad calves, deliberately lingering at the edge of her skirt, then continuing to examine her waist, back, and finally even parting her long hair to check behind her ears.

After confirming that she was not carrying any weapons, the woman in the red dress successfully passed the body search and security check, and was led into the innermost presidential suite by a guard.

In the spacious, luxurious room, there was only an old man with gray hair and a square face, wearing shorts, sitting on the sofa and talking on the phone.

Upon first glance at the woman opposite, her pupils contracted slightly, and her fingers trembled involuntarily.

"General?"

"Ok?"

The old man looked up, and upon seeing the woman, a lewd smile appeared on his face. He hung up the phone and waved impatiently at the guard.

After the other person left, only the two of them remained in the room.

"You look much prettier than the one who came last night. What's your name?" The general looked the woman up and down.

Nikita.

The woman forced a professional smile, suppressing her disgust.

“Great, I like sexy Asian girls like you.”

The old man waved his hand with satisfaction, "Go on, wash yourself clean, then come to bed and give me a massage first. Isn't that what Asian women are best at?"

Nikita smiled and nodded, then walked into the restroom in her high heels.

After closing the door, her face suddenly turned cold, and a murderous intent flashed in her eyes.

After stalking her for over a month, and even disguising himself as a high-class prostitute, she finally found an opportunity.

She walked to the sink, lifted her high heels, twisted them to remove the heels, took out the hidden parts, and skillfully reassembled them.

A few dozen seconds later, a sophisticated and deadly silenced pistol had been assembled.

Nikita walked out barefoot, her eyes icy cold. The old man was lying naked on the bed, waiting for her service.

But when he turned his head and saw the dark muzzle of Nikita's gun, his cloudy eyes widened instantly:

"you"

"Don't f*ck with Eastern women, Motherf*ker!"

call out--!
The bullet pierced the old man's temple precisely, passing through his milky brain matter, which splattered onto the expensive silk sheets.

"call"

Nikita took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

She stared blankly at the corpse on the bed, a glint of vengeful pleasure flashing in her eyes.

This guy is the biggest mastermind behind the "Hostel," and his own parents were all killed by his men. He himself was reduced to a tool, barely surviving in that hell on earth.

If it weren't for that man's appearance, I'd probably still be seducing tourists from other places to be used as sex slaves for the perverts in the inn.

After confirming that the target was completely dead and calming down.

Nikita removed the wooden hairpin that held her hair in place, pulled out a steel wire, skillfully tied it to the window frame, wrapped the other end in a towel and held it tightly in her hand, then opened the window, jumped down, and her slender figure disappeared into the night.

The matter in Eastern Europe is over, and now she's going to New York to find the man who changed her destiny.

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hawaii.

Inside a private room of a Japanese restaurant.

A woman dressed as a geisha, her kimono stained with blood, is mechanically slashing with a samurai sword.

The area around her was littered with severed limbs and fragments of internal organs, but the woman seemed tireless, still wielding her katana and desperately hacking at the man who had collapsed to the ground!

Blood splattered all over the paper door, spreading crimson patches on the tatami mat.

Luni finally stopped attacking after the opponent had become a shapeless mass of rotten flesh.

She wiped the blood from her face and exhaled a long breath.

It took a month to travel from Tokyo to Honolulu.

Using her identity as a songstress, she finally managed to kill the director of the Takazuka Group, a Japanese yakuza boss, who had murdered her family.

If nothing unexpected happens, she will face endless persecution from the High Table Society every day in the future; no, even the KGB will send people to eliminate this traitor.

But it doesn't matter, at least I've already gotten my revenge.

Luni lit an uncut cigar on the table, took a deep drag, and put it in her mouth.

The thrill of revenge made even the tobacco smell, which she used to hate, seem exceptionally rich.

For a moment, she suddenly felt a little lost.

What should I do next in my life?

Just then, the television in the private room started playing a news report on a loop again.

The television screen switched, and a handsome man's face filled the entire screen.

Upon seeing the other person, Luni smiled. It had been a long time since she had seen him since they parted ways in Italy.

He extinguished his cigar and picked up his blood-stained katana.

She already knows where her next stop should be.

(End of this chapter)