Chapter 23 Soaring into the sky

Metropolis.

A black Oldsmobile Sira limousine glided gently through a street.

The roads in the street were crisscrossed, like a web made by a drunk spider.

After driving past houses, the car finally stopped on a gravel private driveway.

"Bang!"

The car door opened, and several men in black suits picked up several women who were in a coma in the back seat and walked into the room.

In the wide hall, Frank Gallo, who had been waiting for a long time, saw his men bringing people in and picked up the cigar at hand.

He was a big guy with a doppelganger face and a curved hooked nose.

Because he was a Sicilian, his oily skin often had the color of solidified cinnamon.

"Boss, the quality of these women is good."

After the men threw the three women to the ground, they said to him: "The rich must be very satisfied."

Frank stood up and looked at the women on the ground, and took a puff of cigar with satisfaction.

"Not bad, especially this one."

He reached out and touched the face of one of the blonde girls.

The girl's figure and face were both top-notch.

Frank was the boss of this gang.

The business he was engaged in was not drug trafficking or arms smuggling like other gangs.

It was the more risky but more profitable human trafficking of women and children.

Sending young and beautiful women to the beds of those big men in exchange for their political protection and money was what he had been doing.

"Send her to my room."

Frank looked at the blonde girl's exposed skin and suddenly became interested. He asked his men to send the girl to his room.

In the room, under the dim light.

Frank touched the girl's face with his fingers and nodded frequently as if he was appreciating a work of art.

His fingers climbed up the girl's chin like spider legs, passed the dried blood, and came to her forehead.

"Hmm"

Martha MacDonald woke up slowly.

He felt a stinging pain in his head and felt extremely tired all over.

Rubbing her hazy eyes, she was a little confused as to why she seemed to be lying on the bed.

Wasn't she drinking with her girlfriends in the bar?

A handsome young man came over to toast, and she and her girlfriends didn't take it seriously and drank a glass of wine with laughter.

Her memory after that was blurred and she couldn't remember anything.

She tried to open her eyes, and suddenly felt something crawling on her forehead.

Looking at the unknown object, she found that it was a few fingers.

The owner of the fingers - a fat guy, was smiling at her like a devil.

"Ah!"

The frightened Martha MacDonald screamed in fear.

She tried to curl up, but Frank grabbed her arm and dragged her to the end of the bed.

"Bang!"

He punched Martha in the face without mercy.

Martha immediately felt a sharp pain.

She was dizzy and lost her resistance.

Just as Frank was about to do whatever he wanted, he suddenly heard a voice from behind.

"Hey, Frank."

"Fuck! I said no one is allowed to come in!"

Frank, whose interest was disturbed, turned around angrily.

He was grabbed by the head and slammed against the wall.

Frank, who was dizzy and dazed, subconsciously wanted to fight back, but was hit in the lower abdomen.

He was struck by lightning, holding his stomach and slowly fell to the floor.

In severe pain, he raised his head with difficulty, and saw a face wearing black-framed glasses.

Peter looked down at Frank, who was holding his stomach and groaning, and then looked at the girl who was huddled on the bed.

Shaking his head, he dragged Frank and dragged him outside.

Peter originally planned to just rob the nest of the gang headquarters and kill all the scum who trafficked children and women, but he didn't expect to encounter such a thing.

"Bang!"

Frank was dragged to the living room and kicked hard.

He groaned in pain and looked around, and saw his brothers lying on the ground groaning, and his heart was immediately chilled.

"Sir, there is money here. If you want, you can take it all!"

Frank immediately admitted his weakness when he realized that Peter in front of him was not a good person.

"You are wrong. The money here belongs to me the moment I step in."

Peter said that he came here just to make money.

He pulled a chair over and sat down, then picked up a pistol from the ground.

"But I can let you go."

Peter pointed the pistol at the other party, "Since you like to release so much, now let's have a 'flying into the sky', come on, face your brothers and show them."

"What?!"

Frank thought he had heard it wrong and looked at him in shock.

"Come on."

Peter asked all the brothers lying on the ground to stand up, "Stand in front of your boss and watch him show you."

Since this guy likes to harm women so much, he doesn't mind taking the sutra from A Zu and letting him experience the taste of being harmed.

Seeing the brothers with fear and weird expressions on their faces, they stood in a row in front of him under Peter's power.

Frank swallowed and begged Peter for mercy in fear.

"Sir, I was wrong. Please let me go. I will give you all my money. You can have whatever you want."

Peter pointed the gun at the man's crotch. "I will only give you two seconds. If you don't stand up, I will shoot your brother."

Hearing Peter's threat, Frank stood up immediately.

Glancing at the younger brother standing in front of him, he unzipped his zipper in humiliation.

"Hey, you can give your boss some encouragement. He seems a little nervous."

But the more anxious he was, the less effective it was. Sweat oozed from his head. Humiliation and pain made him want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

In the bedroom, Martha MacDonald leaned against the door with her back.

Although she couldn't see the situation outside, the sound made her face red.

Is this guy a devil? !

Although she was full of gratitude to Peter for saving her, she felt that he had a bad taste.

But

She clenched her fists and felt unexpectedly relieved.

To deal with such a villain, you have to use such means.

Just as she was daydreaming, she was startled by the sound of gunfire outside.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dull sound of gunfire rang out outside, followed by the sound of people falling to the ground one after another.

The surroundings fell into a deathly silence, and Martha MacDonald held her breath nervously.