Chapter 19 is all black

"You know what? Agent Mike, "Anthony said, taking a deep drag on his cigar," I wouldn't have taken a shot at you if you were just spying on our gang, but you have led several raids on us in a row, seriously affecting our underground market, and that is something I will not tolerate!"

Picking up the lighter with a full sense of technology on the desktop and turning it between his fingers, Anthony said coolly: "Very interesting gadget, although it may be due to various restrictions and cost reasons, this thing can not be found on the market, and there is a limit of use, but I quite like it."

"When you press the lighter switch, it automatically releases a pulse of electromagnetic waves. It will affect a radius of 80 square meters, and all electronic components will be paralyzed. You know, I bought this gadget on the underground market." Anthony handed the lighter to the gin and stared coldly at Mike. "It's one of my fun things to collect, but you almost ruined it. How dare you ask me why I did this to you?"

In Anthony's current position and status, if he wants to access some dark technology or mysterious things, one rely on his own dubious lottery system, the other is the underground trade he may trade in unidentified loot. Therefore, Anthony absolutely does not allow others to touch his own exclusive channel, who touches Anthony will kill anyone!

"Count yourself lucky, Agent Mike," Anthony snarled as he snuffed out his cigar. "The Rage Gang has been so hot lately, or you wouldn't have had a chance to go to jail!"

"Die!" Mike's face was blue now. In his anger, he didn't care about the consequences. He shot Anthony, who was sitting there.

Only he shot fast, and the gin shot even faster. The bullet from the gin gun goes straight out the door before anyone else can react. In a single shot, the arcing bullet knocked out all three of Mike's bullets! And then in the next shot the gun went straight out of Mike's hand.

At this time, the angry elite behind Anthony reacted, and immediately began to shoot, killing the guys who dared to offend the Angry gang leader, but Anthony raised his hand to stop them.

"I said, let him go to prison and sober up, then he can only go to prison!" "Anthony bullies.

The crowd bowed and said, "Yes!"

'Motherfucker! Anthony, I tell you, if you don't kill me, you'll regret it one day! ' Mike snarled.

"I'll wait." Anthony stood up and took the top hat and stick handed to him. He apologized to the brain doctor who had watched the show and asked him to reconsider his offer. Then, under the pale brain surgeon's gaze, Anthony walked slowly over to a frantic Mike.

Smiling and patting Mike on the shoulder, Anthony leaned close to his ear and said, with a mysterious look on his face, "By the way, I've prepared a few fun little shows for you in prison. I hope you like them."

Mike's crazy face calmed down, but the grimness in his eyes deepened as he turned to Anthony and said coldly, "Did anyone tell you that as a criminal you shouldn't get too close to a senior FBI agent?"

With that, Mike slammed an iron elbow into Anthony's chest with such force that it threatened to break his chest.

As if anticipating the sudden attack, Anthony took a small step back and, with a flick of his stick, dislodged the elbow. Then he lifted his right foot and kicked him in the open door, sending Mike flying through the air and crashing to the ground!

Patting his dust-free white suit, Anthony puffed on his cigar and said, "Did anyone ever tell you that a lot of those criminals you talked about couldn't beat you?" You were able to catch them only with the guns in your hands and the public power you represent."

The angry elite, who were following Anthony, saw that the unfaithful fugitive had dared to harm his boss, and suddenly rushed forward, grabbed him by the arms and legs, restrained him and made him kneel on the ground, and then pulled out their firearms and pointed him at his vital points, and as soon as Anthony gave the order, they would immediately beat him to death.

"Don't be proud, Anthony St! I have failed this time. But the scum of society like you won't come to a good end either. "Muzzled Mike spat a mouthful of blood, then stared at Anthony and cursed." I've seen plenty of people like you. Either die in a gang war or go to jail, you'll have to too!"

"Maybe," Anthony said with a nonchalant look, then walked over to Anthony, held the end of his cane, lifted his chin, and smiled. "I'm scum in your eyes. You know what you are in mine? A stooge of power."

Feeling his dignity insulted, Mike fumed, "Bullshit!"

"Isn't it?" Anthony crouched down and looked him in the eye: "Why are you working so hard against us Angry Gang, is it for fairness and justice? Is it for the dignity of the law? No, it's just that the death of some district attorney named Bill has been flagged by your boss, who has given you a death order. So you're just a dog that bites whoever its master tells you to."

Patting an angry Mike on the face, Anthony said coldly, "Remember what I told you once? My mom's case has been going on for so long, and you haven't given us, the families of the victims, any explanation. How did I get to this position, bet on me for so long you don't know? !"

Mike was left speechless by Anthony's words, and he certainly knew why Anthony, a college student, had dropped out of school to become a gangster. Wasn't it the inaction of these so-called law enforcement officers that led the people involved to fight back?

"You think you put on a righteous face? You really stand for justice? If you were as just and unselfish as you say you are, my mother's case would have been solved by now! Then none of this would have happened! You're still your high ranking FBI agent, and I... And I'm still a student in school. So don't sing in front of me, you don't deserve it! You know what?" Anthony pointed his finger at Mike's heart and said, "Your heart, like mine, is black!"

"Well, I'm too busy to bother with you," Anthony watched as Mike, kneeling in silence, pursed his lips, then stood up and walked out.

Brock then pointed a gun at Mike's head and asked, "Boss, what about this guy?"

"What else can you do? Of course you call the police when you see a fugitive on the run. We're law-abiding citizens, aren't we?" Anthony didn't look back.