The American kill line? I, a demon hunter, don't eat beef.

Skid Row

Two weeks have passed in the blink of an eye.

Northern Security has received fifteen security orders, and all of them have given extremely high praise.

The company's revenue has gradually shifted from being insufficient to cover expenses to now being profitable.

Meanwhile, Zhou Feng kept observing the homeless people on the street who were marked by gangsters.

As expected, a group of people would mysteriously disappear every night.

It was as if he had been eaten by a monster from an urban legend, and he was never heard from again.

Zhou Feng knew he couldn't wait any longer; the gang had already started making their move, so he also began preparing for his own operation.

In the dead of night, the moonlight hangs high.

On the dilapidated streets, the streetlights flickered, their dim light unable to dispel the surrounding darkness.

Not far from a green tent stood a ragged, emaciated homeless man.

He shakily picked up a syringe, pierced his skin, and injected the medicine into his body.

puff

Soon, his eyes became vacant, his breathing became weak, and he bent over deeply, his body almost folded into three sections.

In a dark corner, Zhou Feng was dressed in casual black clothes, wearing a mask and gloves, making it impossible for anyone to discern his true identity.

His gaze was fixed on the homeless man.

[Name: Richard (marked by the Bloods)]

[Life Story: In critical condition, with ten minutes left to die. The Blood Gang is expected to arrive to collect the body in half an hour.]

Zhou Feng leaned against the corner, expressionless, watching the drug addict under the streetlight, calculating the time in his mind, and quietly waiting for his death.

Soon, there was a thud.

The body of the homeless man named Richard collapsed without warning and then fell silent, becoming a cold, lifeless Gundam.

Another twenty minutes passed, and two black men wearing red headscarves walked over from the other side of the street.

They were carrying a stretcher when they saw Richard lying lifeless on the ground. A look of surprise flashed across their faces, and they rushed over.

The two men cautiously scanned their surroundings, and finding nothing amiss, they stepped forward to check Richard's breath. They exchanged a glance and nodded.

Then, with clean and efficient movements, he transferred the Gundam to a stretcher, lifted it up, and walked in one direction.

What the two didn't notice was that behind them was a figure that seemed to blend into the darkness, with eyes that held boundless killing intent.

……

Zhou Feng followed them, turning left and right, until they finally arrived at the abandoned factory.

The night was pitch black, and a few dilapidated streetlights nearby cast a dim yellow light, making the terrifying graffiti on the wall even more chilling.

The two men carrying the stretcher exchanged a coded message with the guards at the entrance, who were also wearing red headscarves, and they entered without any hindrance.

Zhou Feng waited outside the factory building, and after confirming the exact distribution of the guards, he sneaked into a corner of the factory wall.

With his strength boost of 1.8, the two-meter wall in front of him was child's play, and he easily scaled it.

It landed without making a sound.

At this moment, the system's blue subtitles appeared before Zhou Feng's eyes.

[You have entered the territory of a lower-ranking vampire. Please remain highly vigilant!]

He ignored the system and remained hidden, eventually reaching a broken window to peer inside.

At this moment, the Blood Gang members were scattered around. Some were wiping their guns, some were drunk with empty bottles at their feet, and some were playing cards around a table made of two discarded tires.

Without exception, they all wore red headscarves to identify themselves, a symbol of the Blood Gang.

The weapons were casually placed aside; there were pistols, baseball bats, and even spiked clubs.

Perhaps because most of the people were sent out to collect the bodies at night, there weren't many people at the base camp at this time.

Zhou Feng clung to the edge of the bed, silently counting the number of people inside.

He noticed there was still space on the second floor, but from this position, he couldn't see what was inside.

The current situation is:

There are five members on guard outside, thirteen members on the first floor of the factory, and the situation on the second floor is currently unknown.

However, Zhou Feng estimated that the second floor was probably where the gang leaders rested.

After figuring out the situation inside, Zhou Feng walked towards the factory's only entrance gate.

As he walked, Zhou Feng's physique began to change drastically, becoming more robust, his skin turning the color of a black person, and even his appearance undergoing a dramatic transformation.

It was one of the two black men who had carried the body earlier!

Legendary skill—[Hundred Faces, Thousand Appearances], activated!!!

Zhou Feng stopped restraining his steps and swaggered over.

The Blood Gang members on guard duty became alert upon hearing footsteps behind them and raised their machetes.

"Who's there?! Show yourself!"

"Don't be nervous, it's me."

Zhou Feng emerged from the shadowy corner with his hands raised and a smile on his face.

Seeing this, the Blood Gang members on guard breathed a sigh of relief.

"Go to hell, Del! Didn't you just go in? Why are you out again?"

Zhou Feng shrugged: "I needed to pee, so I came out to use the restroom."

The Blood Gang members looked at him strangely upon hearing this.

Zhou Feng froze, wondering if he had said something wrong. Why was he being looked at like that?

Just as Zhou Feng was doubting himself, a member of the Blood Gang said somewhat sarcastically:

"I told you to stay away from those women in the red-light district. You're so young and you've already ruined your kidneys. It'll be difficult to deal with you later."

Hahahahahaha.

Upon hearing this, the other Blood Gang members burst into laughter.

Zhou Feng could only smile and agree:

"Haha, if there's nothing else, I'll go in first."

"Go ahead, go ahead."

The Blood Gang members waved their hands and raised their hands to open the iron gate.

"etc."

At that moment, another guard standing by the iron gate suddenly spoke up.

Zhou Feng was annoyed. What is it now?! Why are you making such a fuss?!

Believe it or not, I'll pull out my gun right now and kill you all!

The guard who spoke up scrutinized Zhou Feng, a hint of suspicion on his face:

"Where's the blood-stained handkerchief on your head?"

Zhou Feng was taken aback, subconsciously touched the top of his head, and then looked at the other person.

Damn! This crappy skill can't even copy items other than clothing?!

Zhou Feng thought to himself, "This is supposed to be a legendary skill? What a waste of five of my fragments."

But he remained calm, his tone unhurried: "Didn't I already say? I needed to pee, so I put it in there and forgot to take it out."

The guard frowned:

"How can you leave religious objects lying around like that? It's best if this doesn't happen again, or you'll be in big trouble if the boss finds out."

Zhou Feng quickly nodded and bowed, "Yes, yes, there won't be a next time. Please forgive me this time, brother."

As he spoke, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed them out to everyone present.

Seeing his cooperative attitude, the guard chuckled and said, "Good to know. Go on in."

Zhou Feng nodded in agreement and then stepped into the warehouse.