I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Li Ang felt a chill run down his spine and straight to the top of his head.

I never expected to suffer such a calamity.

He subconsciously tensed his muscles, glancing furtively at Elmer out of the corner of his eye.

If Elmer showed even the slightest hint of interest, Li Ang was certain he would shoot all three of them without hesitation.

"Bang!"

A loud gunshot suddenly echoed through the narrow rat hole passage.

Li Ang didn't fire that shot.

It was Elmer who drove it.

Elmer fired a shot near Tommy's feet.

He then raised the Colt M1911 in his hand.

The dark muzzle of the gun was pressed directly against Tommy's forehead.

"Gadden, Tommy, you son of a bitch, you damn pharmaceutical representative! Open your dog eyes and see clearly, this is my nephew! You dare to lay a finger on him, I'll turn you into a honeycomb briquette right now! And I'll cut off your filth and sell it to the butcher!"

"A generous gift, Shuffle! Calm down! Old Man Elmer, calm down!"

Old Tommy turned pale with fright, cold sweat pouring down his face. He raised his hands and said:

"I...I don't know! Didn't you say your whole family was dead? Where did this Chinese nephew come from...?"

"None of your business! If I say he's my nephew, then he is! You're just a piece of dung in a rat hole, who gives you the right to tell Old Man Elmer what to do?"

Elmer roared and pushed the gun forward with all his might.

The Black woman who had come with Tommy panicked and quickly stepped forward, clasping her hands together and waving them frantically, trying to smooth things over between the two:

"It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding, Old Man Elmer! Tommy's got a wild goosebumps, spewing nonsense! Please be magnanimous and don't take it to heart... We're here to buy medicine, we just want to buy medicine..."

As she spoke, she tugged hard at Tommy's arm, her eyes flashing with fear as she signaled him to shut up.

Tommy stumbled backward as the Black woman pulled him, muttering resentfully under his breath:

"Gadget...when did some Chinese kid become your nephew...you're crazy..."

Elmer became even angrier upon hearing this, and his finger immediately pulled the trigger:

"What did you say?!"

"Nothing! Nothing! He didn't say anything!"

The woman screamed and pulled old Tommy back with all her might, then shakily pulled money out of her pocket.

It was a crumpled stack of zero-value tickets.

One dollar, five dollars, twenty dollars, interspersed with a few coins clinking.

She hurriedly shoved the money onto the ground at Elmer's feet, forcing a smile as she said ingratiatingly:

"Old Man Elmer, the usual, that's all... sixty dollars, just give us a small packet, please, old man, old Tommy's joints are killing me..."

Elmer snorted coldly, glared at them fiercely for a few seconds, and then slowly lowered his gun.

He bent down to pick up the money from the ground and counted it casually.

He then took out a small packet of white powder from the oilcloth bag and tossed it over like he was giving money to a beggar:

"Take it and get out of here! If I hear you two eyeing this kid again, I'll bury you two in the subway foundation. You know Old Man Elmer always means what he says!"

"Okay, okay, Dad! We understand!"

The woman, feeling as if she had been granted a pardon, picked up the small bag containing white powder from the ground and dragged the still-muttering Tommy into the depths of the dark passage.

The footsteps faded into the distance and soon disappeared.

Leon looked at Elmer with some surprise and asked in astonishment:

"Thank you so much, sir."

Elmer tucked the gun back into his waistband and waved his hand impatiently:

"Stop fucking arguing, you're acting like a gay guy, so pretentious. I'm just worried, if you die, who's going to help me sell those rich kids' stuff?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than there was a sudden commotion deep within the passage.

First, old Tommy's tearful, complaining voice drifted over:

"Fuck, I told you not to take this road... Now we're doomed..."

Then came the terrified voice of Tommy's wife:

"Shut up! Tommy, you whore's son, your voice is so loud, Elmer and the others can hear you!"

Elmer frowned, about to shout at him.

But the next second, Elmer's expression changed.

In the dim light, several figures suddenly appeared.

Not two.

Instead, there are four.

Tommy and his wife walked at the front, their steps stiff.

Li Ang had excellent eyesight and could clearly see that the two men's hands were handcuffed and locked behind their backs.

Behind them followed closely by a man and a woman.

The police badge with a triangular shield.

Dark blue police uniform.

The NYPD logo.

Black bulletproof tactical vest.

Li Ang's pupils suddenly contracted.

Even in the dim light of the mouse hole, he instantly recognized the two faces thanks to his superhuman eyesight.

The man was none other than Detective Miller, whom I had met briefly on the night of the massacre of the Hehuan Sect.

The tall, blonde policewoman with a ponytail standing next to Detective Miller was none other than the target that Li Ang had been plotting and racking his brains to save for many days.

Karen Jackson.

Li Ang originally thought that the prophecy of the Heavenly Secret Talisman meant that Karen was patrolling alone.

I didn't expect it to be a pair!

Before Li Ang could react, a rough, large hand suddenly grabbed his collar.

Elmer suddenly seemed like a lion awakening, grabbing Li Ang fiercely and whispering an order:

"If you don't want to die, fucking get down on your knees! Don't make a sound!"

He then unleashed a strength beyond his years, roughly throwing Li Ang backward and slamming him down behind a pile of abandoned cables and construction debris at the corner of the passageway.

Li Ang was immediately awestruck.

I never expected that Elmer, who looked so old and injured, would have such an exaggerated performance.

He's practically a god of war!

After settling Liang down, Elmer tore open the inner pocket of his military jacket and pulled out a handful of reinforcements.

He didn't care whether these reinforcing agents were in powder or solid form.

They stuffed the whole thing, wrapper and all, into their mouths and swallowed it without chewing.

Li Ang watched in stunned silence.

After Elmer took the drug, his Adam's apple bobbed a few times, and his eyes quickly became bloodshot and frighteningly red.

The veins on his neck bulged out like they were crawling with earthworms.

The muscles in his arms were visibly bulging and taut.

Even so, Elmer remained remarkably calm.

He remained calm and methodical, unloading the magazine from the Colt M1911, glancing at the remaining bullets, and then snapping it back into place.

He then pulled four spare magazines from his military jacket and stuffed them into his trouser pocket with lightning speed.

"Stay put, or I'll shoot you the moment you show your face."

After getting carried away, Elmer lowered his voice, uttered some harsh words, and crouched down against the wall, moving towards Karen and her group.

He had lived in the rat hole for who knows how many years, and he could feel every crack with his eyes closed.

He stepped on the pebbles at the edge of the puddle without making a sound.

Like an old cat, it crept silently forward, following the shadows of the concrete piers and rusty pipes.

In the blink of an eye, they were close to Karen and her group.