Anti-hero of a certain comic

Thick clouds piled up on the horizon, and dim stars flickered in and out of them. The city lights twinkled under the night sky, like a bright ocean.

In the slums of Palm Lake, in a simple and dim factory, gang members of the Mafia were stuffing bags of drugs into the bellies of doll bears.

"This is not a commodity that can be bought casually on the street. It is pharmaceutical grade oxycodone, just like the caviar and champagne displayed in high-end restaurants. You sell these to rich people, rich people who pursue excitement. The second generation is guaranteed to make them happy."

A thin man in a leather jacket was showing off his wares to his men.

He is Anthony Vinsa, a key member of the Mafia, who specializes in the lucrative drug business.

He controls several street gangs, and most of the black gangsters wearing hoodies and hiding on the corners in the streets of Palm Lake are his people.

Since the death of Martin Summers, most of the territory and business of Star City Port Terminal has been divided up by the Mafia and the Triads. While they each enjoy the cake, they also covet each other's profits from their opponents.

"There are ways to do business. They are divided into high-end and low-end. Those who sell marijuana on street corners and nightclubs are all small gangsters. I have long been interested in the rich people in Star City. That is the high-end market. They like to be more energetic. , more exciting things, as long as we can provide better goods, we can naturally make a lot of money."

Anthony Vensa taught his business experience. One-third of the drugs in Star City were distributed through his hands, and the remaining two-thirds were taken by the Triads.

The main reason is that the group of outsiders occupies Palm Lake, has a large number of subordinates, has its own factories and workshops, and the smuggling channels from the Golden Triangle, completely suppressing the Mafia in this regard.

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A metal crossbow arrow shattered the chandelier in the factory building, and at the same time the electric switch outside was cut off. Following a commotion, the thugs who were loading the goods gathered together.

Workers with numb eyes and masks skillfully hid under the tables.

They are all local residents living in Palm Lake. Most of them are elderly unemployed people who can only work in factories controlled by gangs.

Isn’t that damn vigilante already imprisoned in Iron Mountain Prison?

Anthony Vinsa was holding the Colt 911 in his hand and was surrounded by a group of boys. He shouted to the thug guarding the goal: "Go out and take a look."

In less than a minute, the burly thug rolled down the stairs like a ball.

"No matter who you are, we have hundreds of brothers here. You really think you can leave intact."

Anthony Vensa shouted into the depths of the shadows, his sharp voice mixed with a hint of nervousness.

The thugs held their breath and clenched their weapons, fearing that some monster would rush out of the darkness and devour them all in one bite.

"I'm starting to get a little nervous."

A joking voice came from above, and a figure hidden in the darkness shook.

bang bang bang

Fierce gunfire rang out immediately, bullets spitting out like tongues of fire and sweeping across the beams upstairs.

The ghostly figure shuttled between the messy obstacles filled with goods, and the high-speed rotating bullets knocked out little sparks, but did not hurt the opponent at all.

“Anthony Vensa, you have failed this city.”

On the other side of the shadow, the huntress jumped out of the darkness, her purple windbreaker swirling fiercely, and her long hair flying in the air.

Anthony Wensa felt a shock in his hand, and a metal crossbow shot out, knocking his Colt 911 away.

The weapon in Helena's hand is one of the fastest crossbows in the world today. The "Ventilator" tactical crossbow has been improved by Leo and turned into a compact one-handed crossbow.

Arrows are fast, highly destructive, and easy to carry. They can be called the best weapons for killing people and stealing goods.

Five minutes later, all those fierce thugs who usually bullied ordinary people fell to the ground, and Anthony Vinsa's chest was shot through by a short metal arrow.

This mafia drug dealer, who was well-known among the wealthy class of Star City, had his eyes wide open and was filled with reluctance, as if he didn't believe that he would end up like this to the end of his life.

"Joy Turner, go back and tell Frank Potinar to either get out of Star City or give up all your territory to the Triads."

Huntress looked at the only surviving thug in the factory and said softly.

Turner, who was originally under Martin Summers, was in a daze, but then he seemed to remember something and immediately came back to his senses.

"I know, it's a triad conflict.

Attacked here. "

He nodded repeatedly to indicate that he understood.

On the pier of Star City Port, cranes are working hard, lifting heavy containers from the deck of the ship.

A gray car slowly drove up. As one of the top executives of the Triad headquarters in Star City, Zhishan stepped out of the car, surrounded by key members holding 7 submachine guns.

Star City has not been peaceful recently. Although the security guard has been imprisoned, the Mafia recently purchased a batch of firearms and weapons. Coupled with the impact of the Palm Lake development project, the Triads have entered a state of alert.

It was not easy for them to seize a piece of territory in this city and occupy most of the drug smuggling business. They all relied on ruthless methods that dared to fight.

"This batch of goods was shipped from Southeast Asia. The situation in Eastern Europe is unstable. The last seller collapsed."

Zhishan listened to the reports from his men, and the communication between them was not in Chinese.

Although triads originated in China and later developed vigorously in Hong Kong, they are a collective name for Chinese gangs abroad, mainly targeting criminal organizations engaged in drug smuggling and human trafficking.

Therefore, they do not have as close a relationship with those associations in Hong Kong as imagined. They mainly develop in Thailand, Canada and North America.

Most of these gang members from Chinatown have lived abroad since their parents' generation, and they are much more proficient in English than Chinese.

"We need to find ways to get more high-quality goods. Palm Lake is about to be rebuilt. We urgently need to find a capable backer. We can't be careless in business."

With a stern tone, Zhishan ordered his men to open the container. Inside the dark box were dozens of disheveled Asian women.

These are what the triads call "goods". They come from the coastal areas of Southeast Asia. Most of them are reduced to this situation because they are abducted or kidnapped by human traffickers and handed over to the triads at low prices for resale abroad.

According to a report by the International Labor Organization, transnational human trafficking reaches 80 people worldwide every year, of which 80.00% of the victims are women, and the remainder are children and a small number of young adults.

Human trafficking has now become the third largest underground trade after drugs and arms smuggling, and they are both international crimes with a clear and detailed division of labor.

Why does this sinful market exist?

There are many reasons. On the one hand, there is huge demand, extremely high profits, low-tech business model, and the ability to "recycle" drugs and guns. They can only be sold once, but women and children can be resold repeatedly.

On the other hand, the risk is small. A report released by the United Nations Office on Drugs and Crime (UNODC) shows that in the past few years, when combating human trafficking crimes, about 40.00% of the world's countries have had no or very few people convicted of this crime.

Southeast Asia and Eastern Europe are the hardest hit areas for human trafficking in the world. Every year, more than 22 people come from Southeast Asia and 17 people come from Russia and Eastern European countries.

Moreover, the people trafficked in these two areas are all women and children.

As a large criminal group with power all over the world, the Triads' main core businesses are drug smuggling and human trafficking.

"Be wary of the Mafia. I heard that Frank Portinard has hooked up with the White family, which is a wealthy family with deep roots in Star City. We must be extra careful."

Zhishan turned on the flashlight and glanced at the "goods" in the container. The expression on his face was not very satisfactory.

He casually waved his hand and asked his men to deal with it and send it to the underground brothel in Palm Lake, where many perverted rich people liked to visit.

"You have failed this city"

A hoarse voice sounded quietly, and the thug next to the container was shot through the throat with an arrow, "ho ho" and fell down vomiting blood bubbles.

Violent fires connected into one, dense gunshots rang out like exploding beans, and metal bullets poured out from the muzzles like a violent storm.

The sound of shooting is endless, like fierce and violent dazzling flames, enough to destroy everything in front of it.

The high-power searchlights on the pier cast indifferent glances, and sharp cold arrows pierced the air, taking away fresh lives.

Warm blood splashed out from the body and flowed into a winding river. The sky above the port gradually became quiet, and the originally clamoring Triads fell into a pool of blood one after another.

When the gunfire subsided, a tall figure appeared, walking slowly and slowly.

The shiny leather shoes were soaked in blood, and those calm eyes without any emotion looked down at Zhishan, whose chest was pierced by an aluminum alloy arrow.

"Mr. Frank Portinard sends his regards."