The last black-clad man passed by, but Jimmy's left hand swiftly coiled around his back like a black snake. This time, instead of breaking his neck, Jimmy's sharp claws instantly pierced the man's throat. Then, with a vicious tear, the man clutched his neck and collapsed to the ground.
At that moment, the seventh black-clad man heard the noise and quickly turned his head—only to see a white dagger coming closer and closer.
As the seventh man turned, Jimmy threw the dragon horn dagger. In an instant, it pierced the man's eye. Amid the man's screams, Jimmy didn't give the sixth man a chance—his left hand shot out, slashing the sixth man's throat. Then, with a kick, Jimmy sent the sixth man flying into the fifth.
The fifth man, just turning around, tumbled down together with the sixth man. Jimmy jumped down the stairs and stomped on the fifth man's chest. His hands empty, suddenly a gun appeared in Jimmy's grip.
He fired one shot at the man below, then opened fire on the four black-clad men who had just turned around.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After the gunfire, all four men fell to the ground. Jimmy approached the first, raised his gun, and fired a final shot into the still-gasping man's chest, then walked away without looking back.
Jimmy left the abandoned building and saw a firefight outside. He was briefly stunned but quickly ran toward the bald black man's location. He jumped over the four-meter-high iron fence and grabbed a black man, shouting, "We got the goods and the money! Let's retreat!" Leaving the words behind, Jimmy pulled the man into the last vehicle.
"Drive!" Jimmy shouted.
"Okay! But where to?" The black man was taken aback, then quickly asked.
"Back to your turf!" Jimmy quickly said.
"Okay!" The black man answered and drove off swiftly.
The bald black man hiding behind the lead car saw Jimmy escape and immediately shouted, "Retreat!"
...
Minutes later, Jimmy and the black man returned to the underground warehouse on 33rd Street in Queens.
Jimmy plopped onto the sofa, gasping as he felt the pain in his thigh.
"You're hurt! Want me to treat your wound?" the black man asked, noticing Jimmy's condition.
Jimmy silently nodded.
"Lacey! Go boil some hot water!" the black man shouted to the two blonde girls who had been held by the bald man before.
"Pfft!" One blonde girl flipped the man off and turned to the bathroom.
Jimmy looked at the black man and asked quietly, "What's your name?"
"Hehe, I'm Corey!" the man said with a smile.
After Corey extracted the bullet from Jimmy's thigh, he began to stop the bleeding, disinfect the wound, and wrap it with gauze.
Just then, the warehouse door was roughly pushed open. The fierce-looking bald black man entered with six girls and sat in front of Jimmy.
"Where's the goods? Where's the money?" he asked, watching Jimmy closely.
"Right here!" Jimmy smiled and reached behind, pulling out two black suitcases riddled with bullet holes.
"Oh!" The bald man quickly opened them, his face lighting up with delight.
He dabbed some of the white powder and inhaled sharply, a look of bliss spreading across his face. The girls behind him couldn't resist and imitated him, taking some of the white powder and sniffing it.
"Phew! Awesome! Where's that guy Andrew?" the bald man asked, exhaling deeply.
Jimmy shrugged, "All dead."
"Ha! Good! Very good!" The bald man laughed heartily.
"Well, brother, let's talk about how to split this!" After a moment, the bald man asked Jimmy.
"How do you want to split it?" Jimmy stroked his chin and squinted.
"Two million dollars to you, and the remaining million plus the goods are mine! How's that?" the bald man proposed.
"No way!" Jimmy shook his head.
"What? How do you want to split it then?" The bald man frowned.
"The goods are mine, and we split the money fifty-fifty," Jimmy said coldly.
"Dream on! I want at least half the goods!" The bald man roared in anger.
"Hehe, what if I say no?" Jimmy narrowed his eyes and whispered.
The bald man was stunned, then looked Jimmy up and down. Noticing the wound on Jimmy's leg, he sneered, "Hehe, then say goodbye to this world!"
"Oh? You really think it's just you?" Jimmy squinted.
"Click!" Suddenly, the six men behind the bald man pointed their guns at Jimmy.
"What do you say?" the bald man said smugly.
"Hehe, you're going to die a miserable death!" Jimmy smiled coldly. Then, in the stunned eyes of the bald man, a white blade suddenly appeared in Jimmy's previously empty hand.
Almost simultaneously, a dragon horn grew on Jimmy's right hand, and he stabbed it straight into the bald man's neck. At the same time, Jimmy's left hand stretched out, wrapping around one girl's neck and pulling her close. At that moment, the girls with shocked faces fired their guns.
But their shots hit the girl standing in front of Jimmy. Jimmy pulled the dragon horn from the bald man's neck and threw it at a white man shooting at him. The man screamed in pain, clutching his chest and falling down immediately. Jimmy's hand then grabbed a shotgun—the last one with ammo.
Just two shots later, the remaining five girls collapsed, shot.
"Tch, I'm still too weak!" Jimmy muttered, looking down at the bloody, mangled girls.
He snatched a gun from the man whose chest still had the dragon horn stuck and started shooting at the moaning girls on the ground.
After killing the last girl, Jimmy called toward the bathroom, "Corey! Come out!"
When the bald man came back earlier, Corey had hidden in the bathroom. Hearing Jimmy's voice, the trembling black man came out.
"From now on, you're the boss of this district!" Jimmy said coldly to Corey.
"What?" Corey was stunned, then delighted. "Really?" he asked eagerly.
"Yes! Anyone who objects can come see me!" Jimmy said coldly. Then he took out one-third of the cash from the suitcase.
"This is one million dollars as your starting capital! I don't want to hear anyone questioning me!"
Corey was stunned for a moment but quickly nodded.
Jimmy nodded with satisfaction and left the warehouse.
The drug trade conflict in Brooklyn was reported by the media as a gang shootout, and the gang members in Queens were cleaned out thoroughly, with no rumors left.