Smidy's drunkenness had already fully awakened, and he didn't feel the killing intent in Rasti's eyes, but when Rasti mentioned Kane, he couldn't help but let down his vigilance, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Now I have to do everything I can to get rid of him, because that kid has a brain disease." ”

"Did you get rid of him?" Rasti looked at Smidty in surprise, the situation was a little different from what he had thought!

"Yes!" said Smidty nodded with some reappointment, he had broken with Kane the other day, and that was the right thing to do.

"yes, how did you get rid of him?" Rasti didn't quite buy Smidy's words, it was probably something they had designed beforehand.

I told him...... I told ......," said Smidty, with some hesitation, "I told him to cut him off." ”

There are some things that Smidty doesn't say to his face, after all, when he broke with Kane, he already knew that it was John Upranon who was killed by Rasti. If he had brought it up in person now, it would probably have been impossible for him to leave the bar by now.

However, Smitty didn't know that it was his hesitation just now that buried his hope of getting out alive this time.

Red Parton rubbed the glass in his hand and asked in a low voice, "Do you know where he is now?"

"Do I look like a?" said Smidty, turning to look at Red Parton, and replied with some unpleasantness.

"Why, all of a sudden, you're going to be a fool?" said Red Parton's voice.

And just as he finished speaking, Rasti, who was standing behind Smitty, suddenly strangled Smitty's neck tightly with the belt in his hand, so that he couldn't breathe at all.

Smidty finally realized that Rasti was going to take his life tonight, and he struggled, desperately, from near the bar to the door, his cronies Sullivan was outside, as long as Sullivan saw it, as long as Sullivan saw it, he would be able to survive.

Davis, the bar behind the bar, quickly ran out from behind the bar at this time, ran to the door, quickly closed the door, and then turned to look at Smidt, who was constantly struggling, little by little, being pushed to the brink of death by Rastile.

Smidty is afraid of death, but it is this kind of person who is afraid of death who will struggle for the mission when life and death come, even if he struggles for a second longer, he may have hope of being saved. Smidty flipped upside down, holding Rasti under him, but before he could make any more moves, Rasti had already flipped over again, his knee pressed hard against Smitty's back, and then pulled him up hard.

Seeing that the overall situation was decided, Red walked up to Davis's side, looked at Rasti and sneered, "Please, Rasti, I thought you were working out." ”

"Shut up!" Rasti strangled Smidi's neck with his hand, and cursed vaguely, he didn't expect that Smitty, who had always been weak, would be so tough and difficult to kill at this time.

"Bastard, Rasti. Red Parton was chatting with Davis when Rasti was busy: "You should see how much he drank back then, that's interesting!"

Red's words, Davis didn't dare to pick up the stubble at will, now was not the time to chat, he looked at Rasti who strangled Smitty, and stood at the door carefully, preventing accidents. However, he didn't stay long, only to hear a heavy gasp from Latis, and let go of the belt on his hand.

Smithy was lying on the ground like a dead dog, and Rasti turned his body over, took the yellow envelope that Davis had given him from him, spat it, and cursed hatefully, "Do you think you can get my money, you bastard!"

"You're crazier than I was when I was your age!" Red smiled inexplicably happily as he stood aside with the bottle in his hand.

"Hehehe, Uncle Lei, this is just the beginning!" Rasti looked out the window and said with a sly smile, "When I stop, the whole of Gotham City will clean up for me." When we take the West Side, we're going to get rid of the Italians and take the whole city into our pockets. ”

"Okay, okay, before I do that, I'm going to have to talk to Sally. After reading this, Red walked out directly with the wine bottle in his hand.

Rasti watched Red walk out, his eyes fell on Davis on the side, seeing Davis staring straight at him, the excitement on his face began to subside a little, frowned, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Davis still apprehensively said, "Oh my God, Rasti. I didn't expect you to kill him here, I thought you'd take him out. ”

"Plans have changed. Rasti hurriedly reassured Davis, there were not many people under him who could be as useful as Davis.

By the time Rasti was calming Davis, Red Parton had already walked out of the bar and across the street. Walked over to Smidty's parked car and whispered, "Hey, Sully!"

Sullivan, who was sitting in the car, subconsciously glanced back, he only saw Red Parton holding a pistol in his hand, and the next moment he only heard a "bang" gunshot, and the whole person fell into endless darkness.

As the shots rang out, Rasti said to Davis, "Let's get this piece out of here, help me." ”

"What the hell, I can't get involved in this kind of thing. It was only now that Davis realized his fear.

"It's a little late to say that!" Rasti looked at Davis, a little annoyed in his heart, and the belt in his hand began to turn slightly, slowly approaching Davis, and the belt on his hand was also raised.

Seeing the belt in Rasti's hand slowly put on his neck, Davis couldn't help but tremble, he thought that what he had just said angered the moody Rasti, and thought that he was going to kill himself like he killed Smithy, and he was terrified for a while.

However, Rasti just gently put the belt around Davis's neck, then patted him lightly on the cheek, and said, "You can handle the rest yourself." ”

After saying that, Rasti didn't care about the mess on the ground anymore and walked out of the bar directly. That's when Davis was truly relieved, pulled Smidty's body out the back door, and then came back to clean the bar again, and then left the bar.

The gunshots rang out for miles in the night, and the police station quickly called the police, unlike Davis's caution, Red Parton did not handle Sullivan's body at all, so the case was immediately transferred to the homicide team of the city bureau, and it was Tony Batarina who was in charge of the case.

Liang Dong was drinking and chatting with Johnson at the moment, when suddenly the phone rang, and the bar picked up the phone: "Hello...... Yes, he's here. ”

With that, the bar held the phone in front of the two of them. Johnson smiled a little drunkly: "Whose wife did you say, mine or his?"

At this time, it was already late at night, and it was normal for the family to call. However, the bar shook his head and said, "No, it's a man named Batalina." ”

Liang Dong glanced at the bartender, stretched out his hand to take the phone, although he was already a little drunk, but he was sensitive to the fear that something was wrong.

(End of chapter)