After midnight, Ling Xiao's cultivation was temporarily over, only to see him lightly pinch the exercises, exhale, and bow respectfully to the gods and demons, then he stood up and left the three-story quiet room.

At this time, Gan Jing had already slept and rested, Ling Xiao didn't disturb her, took off the hanging long sword on the wall, went down to the second floor lightly, walked directly into the basement, and then slapped a brick on the wall facing the street in the basement.

With Ling Xiao's current cultivation, a palm full of true qi has at least nearly five hundred kilograms of strength, and with one palm, this brick was slapped into the wall.

Ling Xiao put his hand into the wall and took out a black package from it, and the next moment, the masonry popped out, covering up the secret inside.

After leaving through the back door, Ling Xiao cautiously walked through the alley, wearing a gray hood jacket, and after a few turns, he disappeared into the crowd at the entrance of the subway.

Los Angeles is known as the city that never sleeps, but now the night has just begun, and all kinds of evils are playing out in the corner alleys. There are so many people dressed like Ling Xiao that no one can see their faces clearly.

The Port of Long Beach is one of the largest container ports in Los Angeles and the United States as a whole, ranking among the top 10 in the world. And compared to the traffic congestion in neighboring Los Angeles, Long Beach has fewer problems in this regard.

In 2001, Hanjin Shipping operated and managed an international container terminal converted from the former U.S. Navy Terminal with a 20-year long-term lease contract, with a rent of one billion US dollars, covering an area of 375 acres.

Especially in the middle of the night, the over-the-top container terminal is even more shadowy and a little gloomy.

Under the night fog, the freighters passing through the distance stayed on the dark water, silently, along the riverbank dozens of wharves like arms poking out, hundreds of huge booms, swinging back and forth day and night, one by one, neatly stacked on the wharf.

At this time, Ling Xiao hid on the top of a tall seven-story container terminal in a corner of the wharf, coldly looking at the crowd of people who kept coming out of the containers below, and his heart was murderous.

Several buses stopped not far away like monsters, and on both sides of the bus, dozens of hazy figures stood in shadows, each holding an M16 assault rifle in their hands, staring closely at the women who kept coming out of the container, everything was orderly, and there was almost no sound.

Outside of these people were a man and a woman, the woman had a Greek face, blonde hair and blue eyes, a cold face, a red bodysuit revealed all her mysterious figure, and the hollowing out of her shoulders illuminated her fair skin in the light of the extraordinarily attractive.

Standing not far from the woman in red was a bald middle-aged man of Irish descent, dressed in a black trench coat with a cross-shaped tattoo on his forehead, standing there without saying a word, but with a cold expression.

Seeing these two people at the same time, Ling Xiao was suddenly shocked in his heart, others may not know who these two people are, but at least he has watched several Marvel movies and TV series, he will not fail to know Jin He's number one killer Bullseye and his sworn enemy Erica.

How could the two of them appear here, tonight should be just an ordinary human smuggling business of Japanese gangsters, how could there be people from Jin He interfering in it. Ling Xiao carefully held his breath and stared at all the movements below.

It didn't take long for all the women in the three containers to come out, including Japanese, Koreans, Chinese, and more Southeast Asian women.

After all the men were out, a dozen small Japanese men walked into the container, carried several bodies from it, and threw them into the sea not far away.

From the other side of the Pacific Ocean, it takes at least ten days by sea, and all of them are above the blank sea. Although the Japanese take good care of these golden eggs, it is inevitable that many people will die on the sea.

As the Japanese threw the bodies of the dead women into the sea, a young Japanese man in a golden white suit, who was the son of the boss of the Nissin Kai, the largest gang in Los Angeles, walked out with a grim face.

I saw Yashida Jiro holding a black box in his hand, and he didn't say much, and handed it directly to the bullseye. In the same way, Bullseye didn't say much, and handed a silver-white box to Jiro Yashida, neither of them checked the contents, and turned around and left.

Because of the relationship of cultivation and refinement, Ling Xiao can clearly see the Stark Industries logo on the silver-white box.

Just as Ling Xiao was guessing what was inside the box, a gunshot suddenly rang out.

Suddenly, a sniper bullet with an endless spiral rushed towards Shishida Jiro's heart, at this time the distance between the bullseye and Shishida Jiro did not open ten meters, but the bullet was grazing the body of the bullseye, but he did not make the slightest movement.

With the ability of the bull's-eye, the bullet fired from a thousand meters away had injured him at all, and he had even predicted the path of the bullet long ago.

Shishida Jiro is different, usually in front of people always look like a pale playboy, such a sniper bullet with a whistling wind shot at his heart, his whole person is like a fool, standing there motionless, the bullet pierced his heart, and then brought a big hole in his chest.

This is the power that can only be caused by high-powered sniper equipment, and Hongmen Zhigongtang used a big deal this time to kill Shishida Jiro with one shot. However, the consequences of such a thing are equally serious, although Shishida Jiro is not liked by his father Shijigen, but whether it is out of face or family affection, Shixuan must take revenge, Ling Xiao can imagine how many bloody incidents will happen on the streets of Los Angeles.

The gunshots rang out, and before the surrounding Japanese gangsters could react, countless bullets slanted down like drifting rain, instantly blinding the exposed Japanese. Most of them had been shot and wounded before they could react, and only a few had even hid behind the containers, temporarily avoiding the bullets coming from the dark shadows.

The reason why the Chinese gangsters hiding in the shadows did not take action before was that they were afraid of those women, and after knowing that all those women got on the bus, they began to do it, and they killed most of the Japanese at once.

A box of bullets was quickly poured out, and countless Chinese gang members poured out from all directions and began to clean up the remaining little Japanese in the field.

Ling Xiao, who was hiding on the top of the container, breathed a sigh of relief at this time. Originally, this time most of the Chinese gangsters in Los Angeles had shot, so it was no wonder that there would be powerful sniper equipment just now.

Ling Xiao was worried just now that it was the sniper rifle that the Four Seas Gang didn't know where to get it, if it was the Shishi Tajiro they killed, then the main target of the Nissin Society's revenge would be on the Four Seas Gang, and those people Ling Xiao knew would probably have a lot of casualties.

The overall situation here has been decided, and Ling Xiao subconsciously began to look for the bullseye and Erica who originally appeared here, but at some point, they have disappeared on the dock, and they have not participated in this fire between the Chinese gangsters and the Japanese gangsters at all.

Ling Xiao breathed a sigh of relief again, although with the strength of so many Chinese gangsters, he might not be able to defeat these two people, but once they fought, they couldn't avoid death and injury. Subconsciously, Ling Xiao's gaze swept to Jiro Shishida who was lying on the ground, but he who was supposed to be lying on the ground, I don't know when he was gone, and there was only a piece of wood on the ground that had been broken in two.