An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

Late at night, the stars twinkled.

Several exceptionally bright stars dotted the Seattle night sky like chess pieces.

Inside a luxury medical tent.

"Do you know who it is?"

Upon hearing Kane's words, a sharp, unusual light flashed in Lynn's eyes.

Left Black Dragon Mike, who was standing next to him, immediately turned his head sharply.

His eyes widened to the size of bull's testicles, his face filled with disbelief: "Fuck! Didn't the BOSS just issue the mission objectives? And you've already found out?!"

Meeting their ghostly gazes, Kane scratched his head somewhat awkwardly, a rare flicker of emotion crossing his cold, lifeless face:

"Boss, I didn't have much to do after get off work anyway. But the thought of those sneaky figures scouting outside the tent during the day made me uneasy, so I tried to track them down in the direction they ran."

"Did you find those bastards?"

Mike, excitedly slapping his thigh, abruptly interrupted, "Whose men are they? I'm taking the brothers and we're going to go and crush them right now!"

"Shut up!" Lynn glanced coldly at Mike, then turned to Kane and gestured, "Continue."

Kane nodded and began his debriefing in a clear and organized manner:

"I suspect that since this group of people came here with the purpose of probing our background, they won't leave this area so easily. There's a high probability that there will be a temporary rendezvous point for them nearby, and cars, as a means of concealment and retreat, are most likely parked nearby."

"So, on a whim, I wandered around the area within two kilometers of the park and, sure enough, found a Chevrolet Suburban with extremely high privacy black tint in a dead end."

"Wait a minute!" Mike interrupted again, his face full of suspicion. "There are tons of beat-up cars parked outside the slums, and plenty with tinted windows. How can you be so sure that car has a problem?"

Kane glanced at Mike expressionlessly, a flash of smugness crossing his eyes:

"It's simple. Although the car was covered in a layer of dust to make it look like it had been parked for a long time, the area around the exhaust pipe under the car was very clean and there were no cobwebs, so it was obviously parked recently."

"The most crucial thing is the tires. Judging from the stress and deformation of the four tires, there were at least three or four people in the car at the time, and they were all adult males."

"Well done! And then?"

Lynn's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and his fingers tapped incessantly on the table.

"After that, I stayed hidden in the shadows and kept an eye on that car."

Kane continued his report: "I followed the vehicle until it started moving away in the evening, and finally saw it stop in the Red Hook neighborhood."

"Although the four people who got out of the car had changed their clothes and were wearing hoods, I was 100% certain, based on their gait, height, and build, that they were the same people who had been spying on us outside the tent during the day!"

"Where did they go?" Lynn's gaze was sharp and focused on the core issue.

"call--"

Taking a deep breath, Kane slowly uttered a place name: "To be precise, it's that place on the corner called KK Clinic. Without a doubt, it was the people from KK Clinic who picked us up!"

"KK Clinic..."

Lynn muttered the name to herself, then turned to Mike: "You've been in the South District for so long, haven't you heard of it?"

Mike tilted his dark head, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

He'd been holding it in for ages, his face contorted with the look of someone about to slap their forehead in frustration.

Finally, with clear eyes, he shook his head: "Never heard of it."

"..." Lynn was speechless for a moment.

Seeing the boss's strange look, Mike awkwardly scratched his head to try and smooth things over:

"Hey, Boss, think about it! Since even I've never heard of them, they're probably not some tough bastard in the underworld! If they were really powerful, they would have already brought men to raid our place, why would they need to sneak around calling the police and borrowing IOUs?"

Lynn glanced at Mike with considerable surprise.

The words may be rough, but the logic is sound; that is indeed the case.

He also believed that this so-called KK clinic was not a tough nut to crack, otherwise they would have brought people to the clinic instead of calling the police.

At this moment, Kane whispered, "The guys who were monitoring us walked with a slovenly gait and were clearly carrying weapons. It's obviously the style of a low-level gang. This KK clinic must have some connection with small gangs."

"Hmm." Lynn nodded in agreement, not too surprised.

It's perfectly normal for this highly profitable underground medical industry to be linked to gangs.

Otherwise, where would those gang members injured in the shootout get their gunshot wounds treated?

In Seattle, not all gangs are as large and wealthy as the Bloods, the Cripples, or the Italian Mafia.

As long as you gather five or six desperate men who dare to carry guns and occupy a dilapidated street, you can shamelessly declare yourself a gang.

The reason why they haven't gotten involved with any gangs yet is simply because this homeless park is so poor that even dogs don't want to poop there, and no gang would even bother with it.

In addition, he had only been open for less than a week, and the nearby gangs hadn't had time to react yet.

No, to be precise, the other party has already realized what's happening.

Otherwise, the anti-drug bureau's hotline is useless!

"So what if we're in a gang? We're not short of people!"

Mike immediately started yelling and shouting again, slapping his chest with his large hands, making a deafening sound: "I recently recruited a lot of low-level henchmen, and I've been looking for a place to establish my authority! Boss, let me take some men and have a go!"

Just then.

Kane silently reached for his Glock at his waist, his tone extremely calm yet chilling: "Boss, should I sneak in tonight and take out the owner of KK Clinic?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Mike, who had just been clamoring for a fight, twitched his lips violently twice.

His biggest thought was to lead a group to cause trouble, ideally cutting off the other party's legs to let them know they weren't to be trifled with.

Kane, that madman, just opened his mouth and said he'd physically exorcise the dead and immediately close the account?

That's insane!

Lynn was also taken aback by Kane's decisiveness.

Is this a plan to skip all necessary steps and carry out justice in one go?

"Not for now."

After rejecting Kane's suggestion, Lynn seemed to suddenly have a flash of inspiration, and a dangerous smile appeared on his lips: "How's the size of this KK Clinic? Is it big?"

"It's very big," Kane answered truthfully.

It's a detached two-story red brick building, several times larger than our tent.

"Very good." Lynn's eyes lit up completely, like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey.

"Given its size, there must be a lot of controlled drugs and equipment stockpiled inside, right?"

Kane paused, not understanding his boss's meaning, but nodded nonetheless: "It's definitely several times ours."

"very good!"

Lynn crossed his hands and rested them on his chin, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light.

What we lack most are medicines and equipment! And KK Clinic happens to have a large stock of them...

Also, the officer leading the operation tomorrow is Annie...

In a flash, a crazy plan quickly took shape in Lynn's mind.

Let me organize my scattered thoughts a little.

Lynn abruptly stood up, placing his hands on the table, his gaze fixed intently on his two key subordinates: "Now, listen to me..."

……

At the same time.

Red Hook Street, KK Clinic.

The heavy roller shutter door was tightly closed, completely shutting out the night outside.

Inside, the pale white incandescent light emitted a slight crackling sound, illuminating the entire space.

On the worn-out leather sofa directly opposite the roller shutter door, three gang members covered in cheap tattoos were sprawled out haphazardly.

They put their arms around each other's shoulders, their heads swaying unconsciously to the empty rhythm in the air.

Several used syringe needles were scattered on the tiled floor beneath my feet.

If Kane were standing here right now, he would definitely recognize him at a glance.

These three people, high on performance-enhancing drugs, were the same scumbags who had been spying on them from outside the tent during the day.

It was right behind the desk directly opposite them.

Sitting there at that moment was a middle-aged man in his early forties, wearing a white coat.

The man had a very prominent Mediterranean bald spot, which shone brightly under the light.

But the hands resting on the table were extremely clean and long, with nails trimmed so neatly that not a single gap remained, clearly indicating that they were well-maintained.

This person was Dr. Victor, the owner of KK Clinic.

"How's the matter going? Have the photos and incriminating evidence been anonymously sent to the police station?"

Victor pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and looked at the three scoundrels on the sofa, a hint of extremely subtle disgust and dislike flashing deep in his eyes.

Several seconds passed after the words were spoken.

The three guys opposite him were still grinning foolishly with dazed eyes, and no one paid any attention to him.

"Bang!"

Victor frowned, slammed his hand on the table, and roared, "I'm asking you a question!"

Startled by the loud noise, the tall thug with a dreadlock in the center shuddered.

He sniffed hard, wiped the unidentified liquid from the corner of his mouth, and grinned indistinctly:

"Don't worry... Brother Victor! I've sent out the notes exactly as you instructed! I bet that lousy tent that dared to steal your business won't last until tomorrow!"

Upon hearing this, Victor nodded in satisfaction, a sinister glint reflecting behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

A few days ago, when he was checking the accounts, he suddenly discovered that the clinic's revenue had plummeted!

It was only after a thorough investigation that this was discovered.

Those fat sheep that originally belonged to him were all snatched away by a dilapidated medical tent that suddenly appeared on South King Street!

What made him even more furious was...

That arrogant colleague not only charged ridiculously low prices, but he actually cured the person!

Instead of prescribing large doses of addictive painkillers to these high-quality, long-term ATM patients with gunshot wounds and severe fractures, turning them into long-term slaves of the clinic, they were actually cured directly?

Isn't this breaking the unspoken rules of the shady medical profession to make money? It's practically cutting off their livelihood!

Tolerable or unbearable!

After repeatedly confirming that the tattered tent had no gang affiliation and hadn't even paid a penny in protection money for the neighborhood.

Victor immediately made the decision to use the police to kill the other party directly!

A lowly scumbag who doesn't even know the rules of the trade dares to steal Victor's business? He's practically asking for death!

"If you ask me, it's like you're doing something completely unnecessary, like taking off your pants to fart!"

Just as Victor was secretly pleased with himself, the tall man with the dreadlocks swayed up from the sofa and said with a mocking expression:

"Since that lousy tent has no connections, why don't you just have your brother take some men and break that kid's arms and legs? Why go through all this trouble of reporting him to the cops? It's such a hassle!"

"Shut up! I don't want to talk about that bastard!" Victor was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his face instantly turning red and his defenses crumbling.

"Tch~ What's with the high and mighty act?"

The tall man with the dreadlocks sneered unabashedly, his eyes full of mockery: "So what if your brother slept with your girl? Oh wait, now you should call her sister-in-law!"

"That slut looked down on you for being a spineless coward, so she took off her clothes and climbed into your brother's bed! Your brother played around with her for a few days, got bored, and threw that slut back at you. Is it really worth holding a grudge over something so trivial that you're ignoring your own brother now?"

"In our neighborhood, it's no big deal for brothers to switch women for fun! Hahahaha!"

"I told you to shut up!!"

Victor's forehead veins bulged and his eyes were bloodshot, like a wild beast that had been stripped naked and humiliated, roaring viciously:

"If you dare utter another word, even if you die in the street from withdrawal, you'll never get a single milligram of drugs from me! I'll cut off all your supplies!"

Upon hearing the words "out of stock," the previously arrogant tall man with dreadlocks instantly lost his smile.

A flicker of fear crossed his eyes. He muttered a vicious curse under his breath, then turned and kicked each of his two accomplices who were still grinning foolishly.

"Wake up, you bastard! Grab your medicine, it's time to go!"

The two then seemed to snap out of their daze, and swaying slightly, they picked up a few bottles of prescription medicine from the table and followed Razor toward the roller shutter door.

Just as the tall man with the dreadlocks was about to pull open the roller shutter door...

Victor suddenly spoke, a hint of uncertainty in his voice: "Are you sure... the police will definitely take them down? What if that guy got wind of it beforehand and something goes wrong?"

Hearing this, Razor stopped impatiently, turned around, and rolled his eyes: "I'm not a mind reader, how the hell would I know?"

Seeing Victor's face so dark it was almost dripping with gloom, the tall man with the dreadlocks waved his hand and added:

"Don't worry, my dear doctor, they're like lambs to the slaughter! They haven't even paid protection money, what gang would be kind enough to tip them off? There's absolutely no way they'd get any information!"

"Unless..." Razor deliberately dragged out his words.

"Unless what?!" Victor immediately pressed.

"laugh--"

The tall man with the dreadlocks let out an extremely grating, mocking laugh: "Unless those poor bastards pitching tents in the park happen to know the sheriff leading the operation tomorrow!"

After saying this, Razor himself realized the joke was too absurd and couldn't help but burst into laughter:

"The quack doctor in the slums knows the sheriff? They probably don't even know which way the police station door opens! FUCK! Let's go!"

wow-

The roller shutter door was pulled open and then slammed shut, and the figures of several thugs disappeared into the night.

Victor sat back down in his comfortable leather office chair.

He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, looked out at the deep night, and a cruel and triumphant sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Stealing my business? I bet you don't even know how you died!"