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"Yeah, okay!" John Wick nodded. It was a very professional configuration. Although the laser pointer was a bit cumbersome for him, he did not intend to reject Lancer's kindness.

"Then comes the key to the key. Where is it...ah~look, what a treasure this is." Lancer took out a black paper box. After opening it, there were 50 yellow bullets inside. "I call this thing claws. It's new stuff from across the sea. It's a bit powerful. You need to get used to it." Lancer took out a bullet and threw it to John Wick.

John Wick observed it carefully, "Good stuff." 0.45-inch bullets are not famous for their armor-piercing performance. The stopping power or single-shot lethality is its key, and this little cutie in front of him has obviously enhanced this lethality to the limit. The hollowed-out bullet head is a prefabricated fragment. There is no doubt that this thing will shatter instantly after entering the human body. The high-speed bullet fragments can instantly turn the target's body into a pile of mud.

"How much?" Lancer looked at John Wick as he observed carefully. This guy knew his business, so he would not refuse this ferocious little guy.

"How much is it?" John Wick smiled. "I think you should accept gold coins."

"I don't want to, but I'll take it." Lanser shrugged. It must be said that the payment system of the Continental Hotel is quite good. These beautifully made gold coins alone have a high value. These yellow little demons are really hard to refuse.

While Lancer and John Wick were talking, SOPII was running around in the warehouse, quickly taking a series of equipment that Lancer had reported. "Anything else you want to take? Bulletproof vests? Large weapons or something?"

"Oh! Right! You will most likely be fighting indoors and at short range, right?" Lancer glanced at John Wick. Since this guy is going to have a fight with the Russian mafia, it is likely that his battle scene will not be a wide area. Fierce indoor battles will be their goal.

"Yeah." John Wick nodded. He was checking the status of the two guns separately. He had not yet installed a series of small parts beside them. "I want something hot and exciting. It would be better if it can last longer."

"Oh~ Since you've mentioned this, I'll introduce you to a good girl!" Lancer climbed onto the crate next to him, caught the Holy Sword of Physics thrown by AR15 on the other side, pried open a crate, and took out a gun that was recognizable at a glance, with the standard appearance of the AK family.

But it is not an AK-series assault rifle, but a SAIGA12… a semi-automatic shotgun! And then it was modified to be able to fire fully automatically.

"No. 12, it is recommended to use an 8-round magazine. If you need to last longer, you can use a 30-round drum magazine. If you feel that ordinary lead bullets cannot satisfy your restless heart, the dragon breath bullets can satisfy your desire to dance with a hot girl." Lancer played with the SAIGA12 in his hand for a while, and then threw it to John Wick. "He doesn't need too many accessories. If he really wants one, a red dot or a handguard with a grip will do. Anyway, all AK modification parts are universal. Of course, if you want an antique AK handguard, how about dismantling one yourself and replacing it?"

"That's good." John Wick pulled the bolt and listened. It was crisp, like new merchandise. "I'll take them all. I'll add an extra drum magazine and two magazines. That's four magazines for this pistol. And the ammunition you recommended is the Minions." John Wick looked at the Lancer that jumped down from the box. He unfolded the folding stock, tried the feel and aiming, and was very satisfied. The AK series's well-refined gun body design has been proven countless times on the battlefield. Reliability is its hallmark.

"So... are you satisfied?" Lancer took two magazines and a drum magazine, as well as two boxes of Dragon Breath bullets and four boxes of Minion bullets from SOPII and placed them on the table. Looking at John Wick in front of him who was quickly assembling and playing with the guns in his hands, Lancer asked with a smile.

"Satisfied, very satisfied. You are an expert in satisfying customers." John Wick said quickly, and the next step was to take revenge.

"Um... can you provide credit and loan services?" Deadpool said weakly. It's not that Deadpool is too poor to buy a gun, but this guy's back is filled with grenade launchers, rockets, assault rifles and general-purpose machine guns, which are so full that they bend his back.

"..." Lanser covered his face and subconsciously wanted to touch his waist. Shit, talking to an arms dealer about buying on credit?

? !

"Hehe..." John Wick also laughed dumbly, took out a small cloth bag from his pocket, poured out a pile of gold coins on the table, and motioned to Deadpool behind him, obviously wanting to pay together, "Is it enough? If not, I can only bring it to you tomorrow."

"…Thank you for your patronage! If you need anything, please contact me next time! Deadpool! Put down the javelin in your hand. Do you want to be chased by the FBI? I don't want to!"

"Oh... they are so perverted!"

1-36 A Good Policeman

"Commander, aren't you worried that the Russians will come and cause trouble?" After John Wick walked out of the door, M4 looked at Lancer with a strange expression. In theory, his commander was not someone who liked to cause trouble. It wasn't because he was afraid of trouble. When the commander caused trouble, it could really scare people to death.

So according to M4's judgment, if he used a very accurate word to describe his commander, it would be a surprisingly simple word! This word even has only one word.

lazy!

Yes, according to M4's understanding, his commander is a lazy person who would rather lie down than sit, sit than stand, stand than walk, and walk than run! The existence of Fei Ma and Chuntian further fueled this trend.

"Worried about them?" Lancer showed a strange smile on his face. He killed John Wick's dog and still wanted to walk away with it? ! He must be dreaming. The equipment he equipped him with was not civilian equipment, but military equipment, all of which were designed to be as lethal as possible.

However, what made Lancer most curious was how John Wick could get together with a villain like Deadpool. At least Deadpool took away so many weapons. Obviously, it was impossible for him to just stand by and watch when John Wick retaliated against the Russian gang.

Moreover... Lancer suspected that John Wick in front of him might also be a mutant. When he walked in, he couldn't even stand steadily, but when he walked out now, his back was straight, his legs were no longer shaking, and after a few drinks, his complexion was visibly better. How much time had passed? Even if we calculate it longer, it was probably only one and a half to two hours.

"I see." M4 nodded after hearing Lancer's words, indicating that he understood what Lancer meant. Although this was the first time they met John Wick, the legend of this New York's number one killer has always been in the world. After all, the legendary story of stabbing several people to death with a pencil is too horrifying. Lancer asked SOPII to try it. After SOPII tried the feel of the cold weapon, he simply made a crossbow, and then sharpened the pencil and used it as a crossbow arrow, which seemed to be able to shoot people to death.

"And because our shipyard has just been attacked, theoretically, we don't even need to raise the alert... because it's already at the highest level. Oh, has Maxwell gone home to sleep? I don't want his girlfriend to come to me and complain about his ambition." Lancer shrugged. Maxwell is definitely a top-notch worker and a minority among their ethnic group. After all, there are hard-working and ambitious people among the blacks, but under the dual oppression of society and their own families, they are not given too many opportunities.

"Still working, but his girlfriend is here and seems to have brought him some food." M4 looked through their surveillance system and quickly found Maxwell's girlfriend. "They are eating in the manager's office."

"SOP." Lancer tilted his head. "Send a cake to our outstanding employees. Chuntian, do you have a couple's cake?" Lancer turned around and glanced at Chuntian who was calculating the monthly income of his shop over there.

"Yes, Commander! Wait, let me pack it." Chuntian took out a cake from the freezer, and then quickly drew a kissing couple on it with a pastry gun. Then he quickly packed it into a box and handed it to SOPII beside him.

"Wait, I'll go with you." Brother Sixteen put down his coffee cup and stood up. "Two weapon stations failed to start up smoothly that day. I don't know if they are damaged. I'll go take a look too."

"Then I'll go too, to comfort the frightened employees and cheer them up." Lancer shrugged and checked the Type 57 pistol and two magazines in the invisible holster under his ribs. As long as he didn't encounter such a bad thing, it would be enough for Lancer to deal with it.

Don't doubt it, in New York at night, there are many homeless people who have guns or even knives and want to try their luck. Sometimes, when they draw their weapons, you may only have one second or even less, because for these homeless people, it makes no difference whether they get money from a living person or a corpse.

And what's not so clever is that the community where Lanser lives is such a good place where people don't pickpocket and are hospitable. If there is anything different about the surrounding areas, it is that most of the homeless people on this street are relatively safe because there is a shipyard here, where they only care about whether you work hard or not and get paid on a daily basis.

"Okay, let's go, Commander." Brother Sixteen smiled and slung his gun bag over his shoulder, then went out with Lancer and Sopii who was holding a cake.

"Ding..." The doorbell rang crisply, and Lanser

The moment they were about to leave, a police officer suddenly walked in. He looked at Lancer and Brother Sixteen, whose bag was obviously a bit heavy. He said nothing but nodded to Lancer. It was obvious that they were acquaintances, so he simply asked, "Why are you going to the shipyard across the street so late?"

"Go check on my frightened guys." Lancer shrugged. "After all, we have to work overtime to repair the damaged dock and not let the progress fall behind. There are a lot of things to do." Lancer shrugged and gave the young police officer a cigarette. "What about you? You came here so late. You can't be here to chat with Chuntian. I'll record the message and send it to your wife."

"Come on, man, I'm here to buy a cake." The policeman who took Lancer's cigarette laughed. This guy is good at framing others.

"Hey, Officer Murphy, it's so late and I'm closed." Mrs. Springfield looked up at the handsome policeman and a smile appeared on her face. In short, this was a dedicated police officer which was somewhat rare in New York. He worked hard to maintain the basic order in these streets, so that at least shops dared to open during the day and there was no need to worry about break-ins at night.

Of course, this kind of diligence and responsibility may not be so popular in the New York police force, which can be seen from the fact that he was sent to this community police station with poor security.

"Oh... I know, Mrs. Springfield!" Alex Murphy knew how to please the lady in front of him to achieve his goal. "My wife's birthday is today, and I forgot to order a cake! How about you do me a favor? I'm sorry about what happened the day before yesterday. I just happened to be reporting to the General Administration."

"Rejected again?" Chuntian rested one hand on the bar, looking at the handsome guy in front of him with a smile. The commander said that this guy was an unlucky guy who blocked too many people's way to wealth, but with him around, Maxwell would be much more relaxed.

"Well... because of firing a warning shot at a gangster who was about to rob, someone complained about him and he was invited to have coffee by the Disciplinary Investigation Committee. There may be an anti-racism investigation tomorrow... I'm sorry, this street shouldn't be like this." Alex Murphy said helplessly. The gangster was only 14 years old. He just fired a shot into the air instead of rushing out of the car with a magazine like other policemen, but maybe no one would complain if he did that.

"Come on, Chuntian, give this unfortunate guy a hand. We can't just watch our Officer Murphy sleep in the garage at night." Lancer smiled and pleaded for Murphy.

"There's a 12-inch cake left, and I'm planning on eating it myself. I'll charge you half price for $19.99 and give you a candle. Do you want me to write something on it? I happened to have my piping bag."

"Oh! Just write 'Love you forever'. It's too complicated and he won't believe me." Murphy shrugged, a helpless smile on his face. His wife knew him too well. Although the Springfield boss lady in front of him could definitely help him make a perfect cake, but oh... maybe that would cause more trouble!

"Is this who you were going to date? Didn't it work?"

GAME OVER!

"Thank you, it's perfect." Murphy watched as Springfield quickly finished making the cake for him. He also took a rose from his vase, trimmed it and tied it to the ribbon on the outside of the cake box (this was what the waitress received today). "Give me another cup of hot coffee! Oh, thank you." Putting two $20 bills on the table, Murphy didn't even wait for Springfield to find the money. He picked up the cake box and his coffee and left.

"Extra income~" Mrs. Chuntian put the two dollars into her pocket in a good mood, "By the way, where did that annoying woman go? Did she go to the shipyard with the commander?"

"You mean Frederick the Great?" AR15 glanced at Springfield. Springfield seemed to dislike Frederick the Great today. What happened? "She went to the warehouse. It seems that she wanted to extract some weapons for storage. The commander thought that this business might require a little preparation."

"This is really a headache." Haruta sighed, "BOOKMAN also wants the commander to take a few people to the Netherlands. Needless to say, it's a lot of trouble."

"It can't be helped. Life, business, survival, isn't it?" RO635 shook the glass in his hand. "The commander has done a pretty good job. He has maintained basic justice and gained some freedom. As for the CIA's affairs, someone will naturally take care of them. After all, they were at their best when they were in the movies."

"Wow... is it starting already?" As they were talking, several people in neat rows suddenly froze and looked in a certain direction in the distance. The NYPD communication they were monitoring had already started shouting for reinforcements. From the address, it seemed that a Russian mafia base had been attacked. "I wonder if our Officer Murphy can get home in time to save his wife."

"Wish him good luck."

1-37 Take a walk around your own shipyard

"Hey! Boss! Why are you here?" Maxwell, who was bragging to his Black Rose with a sweet face, heard the door of his manager's office being pushed open. He looked up and a happy smile immediately appeared on his dark face. The boss's visit must be to bring honor to him, so he must greet him with a smile.

"How did you find such a beautiful girlfriend? Here! Why don't you buy some desserts to please your girlfriend? You're just playing tricks." Lanser put the cake on the table! "Here! I'll go to the shipyard for a walk."

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I know that you have me in your heart, boss!" Maxwell took the cake with a smile on his face and put it on the table, proudly showing it to his girlfriend. To be honest, the salary given by Lancer is not high, and the commission is just good. Just looking at the money is definitely not enough for Maxwell to work so hard, but how to say it... Maxwell feels respected here! Lancer trusts him almost 100%, which makes him very satisfied.

"Get lost...your girlfriend is here, and you're telling me this, aren't you afraid of misunderstanding? Shut up! It won't work even if your girlfriend isn't here!" Lancer punched Maxwell, then whispered, "The owner of the hotel next door still owes me $1000. You can go get a good room tonight."

"I've got that, boss." Maxwell said with a smile. His girlfriend now hugged her face. She never thought that two people would be so shameless and talk about such an embarrassing topic.

"Just enjoy your time together." Lanser said this and went downstairs.

"Look, should we finish the cake first and then go next door, or should we go next door and eat cake?" Maxwell said quickly with a smirk on his face.

"Asshole..." His girlfriend glared at Maxwell without any curiosity, "I chose to eat the cake! Wow, your boss is really generous, this is not cheap."

"I told you, my boss has always valued me very much." Maxwell said in a proud tone.

"This guy Maxwell did a really good job." After going downstairs, Lancer walked in the shipyard. Although it was night, under the illumination of several solar lamps rubbed by Maxwell himself, yes, this guy is an old electrician, and this skill is a piece of cake for him.

Lanser and his team walked around the shipyard. Although only two days had passed, it was clear that the shipyard had recovered from the attack. Although it was rest time, many workers were still working. Lanser's eyes flickered, and he nodded with satisfaction, then motioned for Sopii and Sixteenth Brother to follow him. He wanted to check out the rest area.

"Boss!" A few minutes later, Lanser walked to the rest area. Seeing the big boss coming, the workers nodded to Lanser. When Lanser came, it was the night break time. The workers gathered in the dining area. Here everyone could get a bowl of vegetable porridge, a small dish of fried fat (crust), two pieces of solid bread, two free cigarettes, and coffee as long as there was more in the coffee barrel.

The workers here are also divided into two groups, one is formally employed technical workers, and the other is temporary workers. Maxwell mixed formally employed workers and temporary workers into teams to avoid possible conflicts between the two.

"Don't worry so much, just have a good rest." Lansher walked directly to the distributed midnight snacks, took a look, and confirmed that the distributed food was basically up to standard, so he didn't say much, "I'll take a look around." After hearing what Lansher said, a group of workers said hello and sat down.

"Sure enough! My own territory is still the most comfortable!" Finally, Lancer walked onto his own ship and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Then, leaning against the railing of the ship, he looked at the brightly lit Manhattan district not far away. Lancer raised his eyebrows, his eyes somewhat vague. He came to this world inexplicably and built such a transport company inexplicably. It felt like he was being pushed forward by something...

"Commander, all the systems on the ship have been checked! There are some minor problems, and some spare parts need to be replenished. You can probably hand them over to Maxwell." M16 came close to Lancer. In her hand was an electronic component that had been removed from somewhere. It seemed that the electronic component broke down and damaged some equipment.

"It looks like Maxwell won't have time to fix this problem tonight." Lanser smiled and shook his head. It would be strange if Maxwell had time to fix these appliances tonight! At least tonight, he must be very busy. After all, his girlfriend is already full of resentment, and she must be comforted at night.

"There will be a small angle blind spot in the surveillance, but it shouldn't be a big problem." SOPII clapped his hands, "But Commander~ Can I... Can I?"

"No!" Brother Sixteen on the side answered quickly, before SOPII could say anything. This girl was most likely thinking about her plan of arming merchant ships again. "Please, she's a little nervous every time she enters the port. If you install those automatic weapons on the ship as you thought, what cargo can this ship carry? Besides, your mother is here, so don't dream!" Brother Sixteen rubbed SOPII's head hard a few times.

"It's really unnecessary. Our weapons are already well over the standard, and there's no need to continue to strengthen them. If we can't solve the problem, we should probably ask Mother Fei to help." Lanser smiled and shook his head, touched the forehead of Sophie, who was in a bad mood, and hugged her in his arms. "We have been here for more than two years. To be honest, this damn place, New York, is not a good place at all."

"Yeah... when we first got here, we were in a lot of trouble." When Lancer and his friends first arrived, they earned their first income by fishing for gangsters, so that Lancer, who had just arrived in New York, would not have to sleep on the streets hungry.

That very night, Lancer and his men mobilized their subjective energy and robbed the boss of that street. Then they earned their first pot of gold. After all, the boss was preparing to ship something that day, and the bag that M4 and his men took out was full of heavy goods.

This was Lancer's first impression of New York. Under the pitch-black night, what ruled everything was not order and law, but a violent order composed of bullets of various calibers. The duties of the American police... did not include protecting the people. How ironic!

Lanser was very sure that if he had traveled through time alone that night, he would have died without a complete body and would not have been able to enjoy such a comfortable life as he does now.

However, there are still some things that make Lanser feel confused! Although he is not a decisive person, he made a decisive decision that night. In order to not leave any political situation, he let these girls who followed him annihilate 20 to 30 people in one go. Among all the actions, the only thing he might do is to call the police after everything is resolved.

So Lancer was looking at the night view of New York with its brilliant lights in silence, and he felt it was extremely ironic: without money, all this prosperity has nothing to do with him.

"Huh..." Lancer took the cigarette from Brother Sixteen. As long as he wasn't in a small space, it was okay to smoke a few cigarettes. Otherwise, he might be disliked by his mother at night. "Is John Wick moving?" Lancer blew out a smoke ring and began to care about the person who had just taken enough ammunition from him today.

Normally, he would not sell oversized weapons in New York. This was a little tacit understanding between him and the New York police. The other party pretended not to see his behavior, and Lancer did not cause trouble for them. After all, Lancer was a major donor to the New York Police Charity Fund and had a high-level VIP card.

So in a sense, it can be said that Lancer crossed the line today, but the New York police may not care about this kind of thing. After all, for them, if these New York gangs die in a gunfight, then the more deaths the better! Especially those damned Russian gangsters! Why didn't the Soviet Union bury all these people in the Gulag back then?

"It's over," SOPII said softly, "He and Deadpool raided a Russian gang's base, and then they burned a large amount of US dollars and left."

"Ah... It seems that the Russians already know something." Lancer looked at the lights of the convoy approaching quickly in the distance, and the corners of his mouth curled up. "Let's go, don't make things difficult for Maxwell."

"Okay! Boss, I've already notified Chuntian and the others." Brother Sixteen opened the bag he had been carrying, took out the M16 assault rifle from it, and put it across his waist.

"Let Fei Ma wait in the coffee shop. There's no point in having everyone come here." Lanser shook his head. He had to admit that the Russian mafia was a group of troublesome guys.

They are savage, fierce, cruel, and completely disregard rules. They even have an iron rule that makes people feel that they are not clear and powerful: they must not cooperate with the authorities. If they violate this rule, they will be stabbed and stabbed! Oh, maybe it would be more appropriate to say that these people "drowned in the toilet".

"Oh... after some things, I have to say something, a stubborn person is indeed a stubborn person..." Lanser suddenly began to lament, covering his face, "Put away your guns. Alex can pretend he doesn't know if he doesn't show them, but he will definitely cause trouble if he sees this honest idiot."

Yes, there was a car on the road that stopped the entire Russian gang's convoy. If the police lights on this car hadn't been on, it would have been smashed into pieces by the SUV in front. But at this moment, Lancer actually had a little respect for Alex Murphy!

1-38 Come and go in a hurry

"I'll only say this once... get out of here, you damn cop!" A police car was parked sideways blocking the road. Several burly Russian men with thick shoulders and fleshy faces angrily slapped the hood of the police car.

"I've called for backup. I know you were just attacked, but the person who attacked you is not here!" Alex Murphy held his gun holster. Although he was a little stubborn, he knew that this was not a good time to draw his gun. The moment he drew his gun, he might be drowned by the metal storm sprayed from the muzzle of the opposite side. "Don't disturb the peace of this community."

"I think you want to die here!" A Russian gangster's face darkened and he reached for his gun from his waist.

"Hey, hey, hey... why are you talking to our respected police officer?" Vigo, one of the leaders of the Russian mafia, patted his younger brother and motioned him to get out of the way. "Hey, man, I'm just going to talk to the boss over there. I have no intention of causing any trouble! Trust me."

"..." Alex Murphy looked at Vigo with a look that said, "If I had a little brain, I would believe you." But he also knew that if he tried to stop them, he would be in big trouble today. "You're going alone?"

"Hahaha... man, do you have any illusions about the shipyard owner over there? Why do you think I came here with so many people?!" Vigo gestured to the row of SUVs behind him, "Do you think I'm here to cause trouble?"

"I don't know if I'm here to cause trouble.

"But..." Alex Murphy took a deep breath. He had heard a little bit that in this neighborhood... there was no boss.

"Okay, Murphy, even though this guy is definitely not here to discuss business with me, these guys may not really be here to open a fireworks shop. You should go home and don't keep your wife waiting for too long." Lancer walked over, patted Alex Murphy on the shoulder, and motioned him to relax.

Then Murphy almost backhanded Lancer first, facing dozens of people alone, his nerves were completely tense. However, Lancer immediately held down his hand that wanted to draw the gun, and finally there was no misunderstanding.

"Are you sure?" Alex Murphy frowned and looked at Lancer with some hesitation. The Russian gangsters who rushed over with such momentum would obviously not give up. After all, everyone knew what happened in their territory. It was at least a loss of millions of dollars (in fact, Deadpool took a large bag and left). Anyone who imagined it would feel their blood pressure rising. So Alex Murphy didn't think that the other party would give up.

"Don't worry, he probably doesn't want to break up with me yet." Lancer motioned Vigo to follow him, "Remember to pull over, otherwise your car might be covered with tickets." After saying that, Lancer motioned Vigo to follow him, then turned and walked towards the coffee shop.

"Pull over." Vigo glanced at Lancer's back, then turned around and told his men to park the car over to the side of the road. Then, at Vigo's signal, seven or eight people followed Vigo and caught up with Lancer's back.

"Tell me, what do you want that brings you here in such a big way?" Lancer looked at Vigo in front of him unhappily. At his signal, Springfield directly threw a few cans of coffee on the table. The service attitude was extremely bad.

The reason for doing so is very simple. Lancer hooked up with another Russian gang represented by Balalaika, and that gang and Vigo, who was a lawyer in front of him, were two completely incompatible gangs. The source of all this can be traced back to the distant past, even to the Soviet Patriotic War period.

At that time, the Russian mafia's Wudaolongchang Gulag Farmhouse, after fighting with the Soviet Union's strict management agencies for a period of time, almost formed an iron rule, that is, "no official cooperation", which includes anything! It was even exaggerated to the point that if a person was dying, he could not ask for help from the authorities. Those who abided by this rule were called law thieves.

However, with the outbreak of the Great Patriotic War, the Soviet Union formed a special combat unit called the "Punishment Battalion"! Prisoners who participated in the Penalty Battalion could receive different levels of treatment from commutation to pardon based on their merits. This violated the iron rule of the Gulag gang of thieves. All veterans who returned from the Penalty Battalion were "traitors" in their eyes! So the conflict between the two sides exploded almost from the beginning.

But the attacks by the thieves on these veterans were ineffective...

Because the veterans of the Punishment Battalion who were able to come back alive were all those who fought in the damn Soviet-German battlefield. Not only are they extremely powerful, but they are also very united! If a head-on conflict really breaks out between the two sides, then there is no doubt that the Law Rogues will suffer! But when it comes to digging pits and hitting clubs, the Law Rogues are the strong men of the King rank, and then the famous Gulag meme "Drowning in the Toilet" was born.

However, these veterans later received support from another group of people, this group of people were called ZZ criminals. Although this group of people had poor fighting ability, they were smart and their methods were flexible and changeable. In the past, they were a group that was bullied by law thieves because of their poor fighting ability. However, after forming an alliance with the veterans, one group was responsible for taking action while the other was responsible for thinking. Almost, a major faction of Russian gangs was born.

The characteristic of this school is that it is the opposite of the legal thieves. They are close to the government and even actively cooperate with the black bureaucrats. They also have their own famous meme: "Does a nuclear submarine have to carry missiles or not?"