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

Skid Row

Red and blue police lights flashed, and yellow police tape surrounded the abandoned factory.

Corpses covered with white sheets were placed on the open ground in front of the factory.

The officers were scattered throughout the area, searching for any possible clues.

Police Chief Brown stood solemnly in front of the factory gate as intelligence agents briefed him on the basic situation.

"The incident occurred between 1 a.m. and 6 a.m. this morning. The victims were members of the Skid Row Bloods gang. There were a total of 46 bodies, including their leader, Jack."

"The killer was ruthless; all the victims died instantly from gunshot wounds to the head."

"After on-site investigation, no useful clues were found, and there are no surveillance cameras in the vicinity."

"Our initial assessment is that it was a revenge killing, likely carried out by other gangs in Skid Row over territory."

Brown frowned. All the dead were gang members.

He didn't feel sorry for them at all; on the contrary, he wished they would all die so they wouldn't cause him trouble every day.

But the key point is that too many people died this time, a total of forty-six bodies, all of whom were shot in the head.

"No, it wasn't a gang. The killer who murdered these people should be the same person."

Brown scratched his head in frustration, then lit a cigarette to force himself to calm down.

If this murder case isn't solved as soon as possible, his position as bureau chief is essentially over.

The intelligence officers were taken aback: "Is the same person the killer?"

"Boss, they're armed gangsters, not some chickens in a trading market. Even a battle-hardened special forces soldier couldn't wipe out an entire gang by himself, could he?"

Brown shook his head, led him into the abandoned factory, and pointed to the bloodstains left by dragging corpses on the ground.

"If it were done by another gang, the bloodstains on the ground wouldn't be so neat. In their style, they would even burn down the entire factory without leaving any trace."

Brown went inside on the first floor, walked to the leather sofa placed in the center, and stared at it for a long time.

The detective, standing nearby, asked疑惑地问道：“What's wrong, boss? Is there something wrong with this sofa?”

Brown glanced at him. "Don't you think this sofa looks out of place here?"

"This leather sofa, you can tell at a glance it's not cheap. The Blood Gang boss doesn't keep it for himself, but instead lets his underlings ruin it on the first floor? Do you think that's possible?"

Without waiting for the intelligence officer to reply, Brown plopped down on the chair.

crunch

Brown's expression was grave as he kept scanning his surroundings, trying to find some useful clues.

Then, as if he had thought of something, he turned to look at the detective.

"When did you say the case occurred?"

Upon hearing this, the detective quickly opened the report in his hand.

"Boss, according to the forensic examination, the time of the incident should be between 1 a.m. and 6 a.m."

"Seventeen Blood Gang members died before 3 a.m., while the remaining twenty-eight members were shot between 3 p.m. and 6 p.m."

Brown exhaled a puff of smoke: "Report it. This killer is clearly addicted to murder and is trying to silence witnesses."

The detectives never expected things to escalate to this point, to the point where the state government would have to be involved.

"Do as I say; this person is far more dangerous than we imagined."

"Also, check all the surveillance footage from all the streets in Skid Row within the last two days."

Seeing this, the detective could only straighten his back and say, "Yes, sir!"

……

Zhou Feng found a place to put the clothes he was wearing, set them on fire, and burned them all to ashes.

Then he returned to his original form and walked towards the company.

At this moment, a system notification sound rang out.

[Congratulations, host, on wiping out the territory of a low-ranking vampire! You have once again made an outstanding contribution to the stability of the empire. You are hereby awarded the following reward: 1 random vampire-exclusive skill, +0.1 to all three attributes.]

[Strength: 1.8 → 1.9]

[Speed: 1.2 → 1.3]

[Spirit: 1.9→2.0]

Zhou Feng was taken aback. A vampire-exclusive skill? This was the first time he had triggered something like this, and he was immediately curious.

He silently chanted in his mind: "Draw skill."

A blood-red roulette wheel suddenly appeared, and roughly counting, there were more than a dozen skills with names that sounded evil.

Examples include: Demonic Strength, Crimson Embrace, Vampiric Recovery, and Demonic Domain.

To be honest, they all seem quite practical.

The next moment, the turntable spun rapidly.

Ten seconds later, the pointer stopped on a skill called "Demon Aura".

[Congratulations to the Witcher for acquiring the vampire-exclusive skill – Demon Aura]

[Demon Aura: All your allies who have signed a contract with you and whose loyalty exceeds 75 will have their Strength attribute increased by 1 times, Speed ​​attribute increased by 0.5 times, and Health attribute increased by 2 times.]

"Family members?"

Zhou Feng was puzzled. Did this mean it was the company's employee?

If it's true, then this skill is truly overpowered.

From now on, all full-time employees who have signed contracts with him will have to become a weakened version of Captain America.

Although there is a requirement that loyalty must be above 75, that's not a big problem.

He had already planned to first recruit a large number of employees, then gradually cultivate their loyalty, and finally have an absolutely loyal super-team of assassins.

System, you've really done me a disservice!

Zhou Feng was very satisfied with the reward.

They were even considering taking down another gang to see if they could earn some other rewards.

But in the end he gave up, after all, Zhou Feng was never a "killer indiscriminately".

……

Somewhere in Los Angeles

A black Chevrolet SUV was parked quietly on the side of the road.

The driver inside was none other than the Asian man who had previously discovered the Blood Gang's destruction.

He took out his phone and made a call.

Beep...beep...

After two rings, the call was answered, and a deep male voice came from the other end.

"Feed?"

The driver lowered his voice and looked around:

"Boss, the Blood Gang has been wiped out. All the members were killed overnight, and the police have seized all their goods."

"What?! What are those Blood Gang members good for?! They can't even handle something as simple as collecting a corpse?!"

A furious voice came from the other end, roaring:

"Where's that girl? Don't tell me she was taken away by the police too!!"

The driver's voice lowered even further:

"The little girl is still in Skid Row and doesn't seem to be involved in this."

Upon hearing this, the person on the other end of the phone calmed down.

"A bunch of idiots! I knew I couldn't trust these punks! Now look what's happened, the goods are gone, and we can't explain ourselves to our superiors!"

"Alright, you can come back now. The police will probably be on high alert for a while. Don't touch that girl yet. Let's talk about it after this storm has passed."

The driver nodded upon hearing this.

"Okay, boss."

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