Starting in 1843, Potato Blight spread across North America and Europe, leading to massive potato crop failures and a devastating famine. The Netherlands, though badly affected, saw nearly ten thousand deaths. Ireland, however, suffered the worst, with a staggering one million dead. The primary cause of such a high death toll was the British government's inadequate famine relief efforts.
American Irish immigration began to surge in 1843, and this period marked the foundation of the Irish-American ethnic group.
As Catholic whites, they differed from the Anglo-Saxon Protestants who dominated American society. Upon arriving in America, they faced rejection, discrimination, and insults. The painful experiences in Ireland, coupled with the prejudice they encountered upon immigrating, quickly united the Irish, and they developed strong social organizations – the Irish Gang.
Even now, some Irish communities remain tightly knit, bound by blood ties and possessing extremely close-knit organization. To offend one, was to offend the whole community.
After Dave Boyle's embezzlement of Kingpin's goods came to light, he and his men fled back to their Irish community. Even the all-powerful Kingpin couldn't find any way to punish the traitor for a while.
The death of Bullseye was almost like losing an arm for him.
Dave already knew that Kingpin had put a bounty on his head at the Continental Hotel, making him even more cautious. All the gunmen took turns patrolling, and even the dark corners of the villa that could be infiltrated were guarded by gunmen around the clock.
At the back door, two heavily armed gunmen stood guard, their bodies covered in tattoos. Their bulging muscles threatened to burst through their cheap suits. They scanned their surroundings with wary eyes. All of Dave Ibar's men knew how terrifying the assassins from the Continental Hotel were, as their boss often hired them to eliminate enemies.
In the dim light, a woman staggered towards them, clearly drunk and disoriented. Her foot slipped, and she promptly collapsed on the cold ground, snoring loudly.
"Go check it out!"
The two gunmen exchanged glances and made up their minds. The gang hadn't made this community wealthy; instead, it made it poorer. Many poor families' daughters had to sell themselves to survive. Drunk women returning home was not uncommon.
"Just a common whore."
The two men examined her carefully and took the opportunity to grope her roughly.
"Should we take her back?"
"Nah, it'd be trouble if the boss found out, and she's from the community. It's easy to get into a mess if something happens."
They returned to the back door of the villa with some regret, continuing to vigilantly monitor the surroundings.
Time passed, and the surroundings were silent, except for the occasional snoring from the woman lying on the street.
"Looks like no one's coming. The Continental Hotel's assassins aren't all that."
One of the gunmen said.
Before his words could fade into the air, a sharp sound pierced the silence, as something flew through the air at incredible speed.
"Tsk!"
A card, cut into the shape of a bat, pierced the throat of one of the gunmen, severing his trachea and artery.
The remaining gunman stared in disbelief, fumbling to draw his pistol to give a warning, but as he reached for the handle, a flying card pierced his throat.
"Hiss..."
It was the sound of blood turning into mist, spraying from the wound.
A bat-like figure appeared at the back door, the person was Broly transformed as Bruce Wayne. Because of the lack of time, he could only buy a black bed sheet, and then cut a stack of bat-shaped throwing cards from playing cards.
Lacking the funds, he had to make do with skill. In his hands, the soft cards were no different from steel, able to cut throats from dozens of meters away.
Looking at the woman lying in the street, Broly entered the villa. Wrapped in a black cloak, he landed silently, like a ghost.
The patrolling gunmen, before they could react, had their necks snapped, and died silently in the darkness.
Even only able to use a tenth of his strength after the transformation, it was still easy for Broly to kill these amateur gunmen.
Soon, all the patrolling gunmen had become corpses on the ground. The villa suddenly fell silent, with only the buzzing of insects.
The gunmen upstairs finally sensed something was wrong:
"What's going on? Guys downstairs, report!"
No sound came, and the villa's courtyard was as silent as death.
A card drew an arc in the air, piercing his throat.
"Hiss..."
The gunman clutched his neck, futilely trying to stop the bleeding. He staggered a few steps, and his body fell from the top of the building. The entire villa was roused from the darkness, and the lights illuminated both inside and out.
Finally, someone saw the bodies lying in the courtyard.
"Devil... the devil has come!"
These gunmen, using the Greyhound Gang's notoriety to bully others, immediately fell into a panic when they encountered a real enemy. Some picked up their rifles and fired randomly into the courtyard, and for a moment, gunfire erupted. The bullets tore everything apart in the courtyard, but they didn't even see the shadow of the attacker.
Broly had already used a grappling hook to jump onto the roof of the villa and quietly infiltrated the interior. Soon, the gunfire in the villa became sparse, and occasionally, a few screams could be heard. After a few more minutes, there was only an eerie silence in the villa.
The entire community was awakened by the sound of gunfire, like popping beans. The men took out the guns they had hidden in their homes and took to the streets, but the battle in the villa had ended too quickly, they couldn't even provide support.
The villa, still brightly lit as if it were daytime, was now as terrifying as hell, and no one dared to go in and see what had happened.
A woman mixed in with the crowd, retreating towards the direction away from the villa without a trace.
Too terrifying, it was really too terrifying, could this really be done by humans?
Eva Lord could feel her heart pounding violently, almost leaping out of her chest. She had witnessed almost the entire process of how Broly effortlessly killed all the gunmen.
Killing with throwing cards, it was simply miraculous. Even the legendary John Wick wouldn't be a match for this monster.
Suddenly, she stopped in the crowd, as if falling into an ice cellar.
"No, don't kill me."
Eva Lord immediately put on a weak and helpless appearance, and with her beautiful appearance, she was truly pitiful. But the next moment, her soft body stiffened, and her rosy skin instantly turned pale.
Her throat had been cut.
"Auntie, you shouldn't have been here, and you shouldn't have put a poison needle in the ring."
Broly said, discarding the poison needle that was between his fingers.
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