The end of the story always feels tragic, it seems that there has never been a good ending in my story, because every time it ends in a killing, Frans lost his only son and became insane, and thus brought destruction to the whole family, saying that he was to blame, but if you think about it, all disasters are caused by me, and I, the culprit, can always crawl back on the brink of death, is it God's favor for me? No, I guess God just made me suffer a little more.

The night breeze is cool, the streets of New York are lit up, the brilliant neon lights bloom in the middle of the night, and the colorful lights come together to make the night come alive and the city come alive.

Being in a wheelchair made me feel like a cripple, but I enjoyed it because Artemis was pushing me behind me, and the faint smell of her body came to my nose, unlike any other smell, it was a unique scent, because she was unique.

This is the rooftop of a building, and I don't know what this place is, Artemis brought me here, because from here you can see that the mansion of the Colombo family is also their headquarters, and most of the direct members of the family live here, and Frans is no exception.

There are many people in this mansion, which is larger than a private manor, and there are no less than 100 guards and bodyguards, plus the subordinates who work and the family members who live here, all of them add up to at least about 300 people.

At midnight, the killing began, a row of black cars suddenly stopped at the door, and a group of killers dressed in black got out of the car, these people were silent and ruthless, each holding a cold pistol in their hands, about thirty people, like a group of messengers crawling out of hell, appearing just to ask for their lives.

They did not hide themselves, nor were they afraid of being discovered, and went straight to the gate with a murderous aura, and the four guards inside had already spotted the group of people, and came out of it with guns, and one of them asked loudly: "Stop, who are you?" ”

No one spoke, no one answered, and the man in black continued to walk.

"If you don't stop standing up, I'll shoot!"

Before the words fell, a poof, a gunshot rang out, the pistol with the silencer was not loud, the guard who spoke opened his eyes wide, his eyebrows were shot, and the corpse fell straight and dead.

At the same time, there were several slight muffled sounds, and the remaining three guards all fell to the ground, all of them shot in the eyebrows, killing them with one shot.

The man in black who walked in front of him smoked from the muzzle of his gun, stared at a pair of emotionless eyes, stepped forward and kicked open the door, and the man in black swarmed in, and then walked in different directions in pairs.

Augusta wasn't in the crowd, he lit a cigar outside the door by the car, waited quietly, looked at his watch from time to time, that look reminded me of the instructor who used to train us, he also used to look at his watch, and then told us that he was too slow, no matter how good he did in his memory, he waited for this sentence, even if everyone exceeded the standard in the end, it was always too slow in the instructor's mouth.

These messengers seem to have been born to kill, killing people as they see them along the way, whether they are women or children or powerless people who surrender, as long as they see a human figure is a bullet, and on the road they walk, there are corpses killed by a single shot.

But the Colombo family is not all waste, many of the bodyguards in it are retired special forces from various countries, and almost all of them have been trained in mercenary companies, so soon the men in black were resisted, the battle was fierce, the guns were continuous, there were shuttle bullets everywhere, and their killing footsteps were blocked by those elite bodyguards outside the villa.

But the good times didn't last long, and Augusta, who had been smoking cigars outside the door, suddenly opened the trunk, pulled out an RPG rocket launcher from it, carried it on his shoulder, held a cigar in his mouth, and pulled the trigger without hesitation on the villa occupied by bodyguards.

The rockets plunged into the villa with a long tail flame, only to hear a loud bang, the flames soared into the sky, the huge explosion blew up the front of the villa, the shattered concrete fell into the rain, for a time the dust was flying, the smoke was billowing, and seven or eight bodyguards who fought back were killed in the explosion.

The gunfire stopped in an instant, and then the men in black put away their pistols, drew their daggers, and rushed into the ruins at great speed, revealing their bloodthirsty fangs in a cry.

Blood bloomed in the crowd, these people were more terrible with knives than with guns, so far away I could even smell the blood coming with the wind, and hear the desperate cries and miserable cries of people before they died, nearly half of them were ordinary people working in mansions, but unfortunately no one was spared, in the flashing knife light, their necks were cut off, and their hearts were pierced.

The blood gathered into a river, and this mansion, which was once the envy of countless people, became a purgatory on earth overnight, and I turned my head to look at Artemis standing behind me, she was still expressionless, and she did not have the slightest sympathy for the death of those innocent ordinary people, let alone the slightest touch.

People regard her as a god, I think it is more appropriate to describe it as a ghost, maybe when it comes to coldness, ten I can't compare to her, thousands of people died in the silver age of the year, she never frowned, today is just a small scene, just because of an unhappy, so many people died tragically under the knife, I really don't know whether to call her the goddess of the moon or the banshee, however, she never seems to care about these, the title is called by others, she has always been only herself.

Soon I saw Frans and his family rushed out of the villa escorted by a dozen bodyguards, and as soon as they got outside, they were surrounded by men in black who jumped out of nowhere, their movements were almost the same, their eyes were cold, their faces were expressionless, they held daggers behind their backs, and the tip of the knife was dripping blood.

The bodyguards all have guns in their hands, but they don't have the courage to shoot in the face of the enemy with a knife, as if they will die if they move casually, this is the situation, they were suppressed by this group of ruthless killers, and they had the idea that resistance is only a dead end, once this kind of thought appears, it means that they have begun to despair and collapse, and they are no longer able to fight.

But there are exceptions, several masters in the bodyguards have strong psychological quality, they have been looking for opportunities to fight back, and they did so, but as expected, they were pierced through the throat by a flying dagger as soon as they raised their guns, and the gap in strength really existed.

"Where did you find such a group of killing gods?" I asked lightly.

"They're just a few ordinary killers under my command!" I'd certainly dismiss it if someone said it, thinking he was bragging, but Artemis never had to lie, and he had every strength to say so.

"I've never seen it before!" I smiled softly.

"My people, you only know Augusta and Calsati!"

I nodded and thought about it carefully, she was really right, there were only these two people who were qualified to follow Artemis, and there used to be Uncle Dragon, and then Uncle Dragon became a beast when he left.

"It's almost game over!" At this moment, she suddenly sighed softly, and the night wind blew, and her silver hair fluttered in the wind, cutting across my shoulders and cheeks, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.

I reached out and grabbed a strand of hair and looked up at the night sky, just as a meteor flew by, plunged into the vast universe and disappeared without a trace, like the fall of the Colombo family, completely disappeared in the history of the mafia.