Crazy.

These guys are completely crazy.

They didn't want to retreat to the safe zone at all, they just stayed in this dark New York. Everything in the darkness belonged to them.

This is the most "simple" idea of ​​these bastards, and it's really rubbish.

"hurry up!"

"People in front of you, don't stop, hurry up!!"

"Get that broken car out of the way and try your best to maintain order."

Everything was being done in the dark, and old George was holding a trumpet in his hand and roaring at the top of his lungs over and over again.

no.

This speed is simply not possible.

The evacuating team was obviously trying its best to speed up, but as the chaos intensified in the darkness.

The road leading to the safety point was now crowded with more people, vehicles, and a lot of crying and noise.

Even though the New York Police Department is working hard to direct, more and more people are stopping.

Wrapped in the darkness of New York, hearing that everything was heading towards chaos, more people wanted to give up.

"Why!"

"Get everyone moving."

"No matter what we do, we can't stay in New York anymore."

Old George obviously knew the seriousness of the problem.

He shouted on the police station's internal communication channel that he wanted his police officers to cooperate and that more New Yorkers must be taken away.

Because once the chaos really starts, the people who stay in this city and are affected will definitely end up in a very bad way.

"Gwen..."

Old George, holding a loudspeaker, looked at the fleeing crowd and suddenly thought of his daughter.

Before leaving, he had made it very clear that Gwen would go to the nearest safe spot to wait for him.

Last time!

absolute!!

This time is the last time.

After tonight, no matter what... Old George secretly vowed in his heart that he would retire early.

And at this moment.

"Hey, Mr. Director, what are you talking about?!"

A very familiar voice.

This was a sound that he could never forget even in his dreams, and it suddenly appeared behind old George.

"!!"

Old George only felt his head buzzing.

"W-Walong!!"

"You, why are you here!!"

Just for a moment.

Director George felt his whole body stiffen, and he looked at the person in front of him in disbelief.

"Ha ha!"

"You seem surprised. I thought you missed me very much."

It was Valon who appeared on the NYPD's retreat route!

"..."

No one would miss you, bastard!

Director George stared at Vallon warily.

Such a familiar posture, still wearing a crisp suit, with a black gold cane on the ground, a graceful look, and a smile on the corner of his mouth.

How could this relaxed posture look like a wanted criminal meeting the Commissioner of the New York Police Department?!

Everything is so natural, but the boss of the Black Hand is still so arrogant!!

It's like...

The last time we met...

No, I can't mention the last time, that was the beginning of all nightmares.

"Sir, sir!!"

"Something big happened, you, look at those thugs!!"

"No, they are..."

"Black, black hands!!!"

And just when Director George was stunned by Vallon's sudden appearance.

From the communicator inside the police station, the frightened shouts of the police officers came.

"Don't move, Wallon!!"

"What did you and your men do?!"

Director George felt something bad immediately and took out his gun as quickly as possible. Old George didn't know whether this little gun was useful against Wallon.

But this undoubtedly shows his attitude.

"Don't be so panicked!!"

"I'm just standing here, not moving."

Wallon looked at old George with a smile, starting from when they first arrived in this new world.

After the first few robberies and kidnappings of the Mafia organization, Director George has been chasing them.

Speaking of which, he is the most familiar person in this new world.

But since Tony was kidnapped in New York last time, they haven't seen each other for a while.

Although Director George has issued a wanted order against the Mafia organization, there are too many problems involved in the rebuilding of New York.

So much so that the New York Police Department had no way to truly hunt down the Black Hand organization, which undoubtedly deprived Valon and the others of a lot of fun.

"As for my men..."

"Of course I am contributing to New York and helping you evacuate the crowd."

Hearing Vallon say this, Director George immediately realized something was wrong.

"hurry up!"

"Move slowly, hurry up!"

"Shoot, shoot, see who is faster than the bullet!"

Not far away!

Just a little ahead of the road, the voices of the Black Hand trio came.

It was still a familiar voice. The information about important members of the Black Hand organization was as familiar to Director George as if it was imprinted in his mind.

Zhou, Lasu, and Ah Fen, he would remember these three guys no matter what.

And at this time.

The Black Hand trio is active among the evacuated people!!

"Da da da!!"

Not only that.

The guns in their hands spit out tongues of fire.

Each of the three people has a Sig Sauer M17!!

This is a little toy that Typhoid Mary gave to Zhou and the others. In fact, they are having a lot of fun playing with it now.

The people who were hesitating in the darkness finally encountered the light. Anyone who dared to stop escaping would be immediately given a "surprise easter egg."

"Ahhhhh!"

"Help, help, mom!!"

"Where are the people from the police station, the military..."
To be continued...