Cyber ​​psychosis is my girlfriend

"Damn it……"

The gunman leader of the voodoo gang looked around and felt angry, but fortunately the territory was not lost, and everything was still negotiable.

"My name is Martin. From now on, you follow my command. How many of you are left?"

"Two...three?"

Hill looked at the scene hesitantly. The voodoo gang who had been rolling on the ground gradually became silent.

Only he and the other two gunmen were left reasonably intact.

"This kind of people can't keep here."

The haze on Martin's face was dense, "Don't worry about it, don't want it anymore, bring something valuable, and leave the territory to them."

"But, but, with so many brothers dead, why don't you just let it go!?"

There was still some disbelief on Hill's face.

"The Animal Gang and the Valentino Gang are still attacking our other territories, here... just lose it, fuck it!"

Martin was also very reluctant. Looking at the scene in front of him, he felt a little unwilling to give up the place that he had worked so hard to manage to his opponent.

"I still have some explosives in my car, blow up here, and don't leave any for them."

Hearing this, Hill and the two voodoo gang around him looked at each other, and couldn't think of any good words except swear words.

Ten minutes later, a truck drove out of the rickety gate, and after a while, a huge explosion destroyed the load-bearing wall, and most of the building collapsed into burning ruins in an instant.

"Where are we going?"

Hill sat in the passenger seat and asked Martin in the back seat.

"Ask less, do more."

Maybe Hill's record left a good impression on him, and he didn't interrupt this curious newcomer like a baby.

The truck wobbled along the rough road, which was riddled with cave-ins and cracks.

They withdrew from the densely populated area, abandoned the black market in the eastern part of the war zone, and came to a residential area.

The streets are old, but fairly spacious.

The building is not high, but still quite a lot.

Street lamps that have been in disrepair for a long time, stone walkways overgrown with weeds, old newspapers flying in the air, and soda cans all over the floor.

The trash can at the base of the wall has rusted into a mixture of green and dark brown. It is clearly in the car, but it seems as if there are unscrupulous flies flapping their wings quickly.

This is the last retreat.

The old site of the voodoo gang in the seaside area to the west, although there are a large number of Haitian communities, the voodoo gang has given up their activities there.

In the river valley area to the east, the forces of the Animal Gang are attacking from the east.

And the Valentino Gang in the north took the opportunity to seize a large amount of territory when the Sixth Street Gang was overwhelmed, and now they have completely pushed them out of the black city from the north.

To the south is the huge abandoned stadium, which has not yet been restored.

The voodoo gang were compressed in this narrow area, with nowhere to go.

"Wait here."

After Martin finished speaking, he got out of the car with his own people, and then chatted with the voodoo gang who came out of a certain room, and looked at Hill and the others from time to time, and then the two sides made several gestures to each other, as if to coordinate Done, nod, and get to work.

"You guys come down and follow him."

"What about that product?"

Hill asked.

"Don't worry about it, go!"

Martin got a little impatient, then turned and left, looking like he still had work to do.

And Hill, who was standing blankly in the open space, and the two voodoo gangs behind him, looked just like the recruits who got in the way. Although they didn't know what to do, they did look like headless chickens.

"You guys, come here and follow them."

Before Hill figured out where the north, south, east, and west were, someone came over and arranged for them to go.

The sun was setting and it was going to be night.

The voodoo gang are like frightened birds at this moment, always on guard.

There are people from rival gangs in the east, west, north, and south launching attacks. Their current situation cannot be said to be besieged on all sides, but it can only be said to be ambushed on all sides.

There are plenty of shooters like them out there who haven't pulled back from abandoned ground.

The Voodoo Gang is not a fool, and it is definitely not a coincidence that they encountered such simultaneous attacks at the same time, but a long-premeditated plan.

It's just that they can't do anything except retreat step by step.

Standing firm is a luxury.

Seeing that the last base was also seriously threatened, many people didn't even dare to close their eyes. Before sunset, they were already thinking about how to spend the long night.

But this is the Haitian community, their home court, and their eyeliners everywhere.

Even if those gangs wanted to attack, they would have to pay a huge price.

Those voodoo gangs who thought of leaving Pacific Island and making contributions to territories outside the influence of the Haitian community were a little disheartened at this time.

Seeing that the company and the police are eyeing Taipingzhou, and now they can't even gain a foothold in an extrajudicial place like a war zone, how much retreat do they have?

Or, go back to the old place and deal with the Animal Gang and Kang Tao in the south wholeheartedly?

Taipingzhou is a battlefield with ever-changing conditions, and any accident may happen. The massacre caused by the gang conflict a few years ago still has its influence today.

Besides, they need money and a market, so they have to leave the barren Pacific Island and go outside to plunder more things.

What the Valentinos, the Sixth Street Gang, and the Animals, and even the Scavengers and the Tiger Claws had, they Voodoo wanted.

The white paint outlines weird symbols on the cement and iron sheets, occasionally mixed with red or black dyes.

At night, blue lights illuminate the base of the wall.

The voodoo gunmen with horrific paint on their faces look like primitive warriors of jungle tribes, with totem symbols on their bodies.

Strings and chains made of bones are hung around the neck, earlobe, waist, or gun.

Scarred and battered, with a prosthetic leg and a metal jaw, the hound watched people go by with one eye and let out a low growl now and then, like the hungry grunt of a sewer monster.

Fur capes, fur coats with the Voodoo Gang logo, painted feathers adorning their heads and bodies, and blood used as dye.

Only then did Hill realize that many of the voodoo gangs he had seen before were just peripheral members like him now, except for their black blood, they were far from real voodoo members.

Look at scenes that reveal a unique style in the mess, and the elusive order hidden in the chaos.

The voodoo gang, as well as Haitian culture, are difficult for outsiders to understand if they are not themselves.

It's like coming to an alien planet that doesn't belong to the earth, feeling strange but having its own set of rules.

As newcomers on the periphery, the three of Hill were sent to work the night shift, that is, they stared outside and were not allowed to sleep at night.

Those seasoned members were laughing and laughing, and went off in style, or snored soundly.

That's always been the order in Haitian communities.

There is, but not quite.

Hill took his own weapon, climbed to the ledge on the third floor of a small building, sat down, and stared lazily and feebly at the street with the other two gunmen.

They can't go to bed until dawn, and maybe there will be other work to do by then, but they can shout about the injustice and maybe earn a little human rights time.

Compared with the violent terrorist mobile team, the Voodoo Gang, like most gangs, except for the core, is a grassroots team.

Scattered soldiers.

Personal aggressiveness, ferocity, and viciousness, gathered together, will still be infinitely weakened by this messy environment.

But their opponents are not professionals.

This is the most common form of gang warfare.

"Sleep for a while? I'll watch."

Hill crossed his legs, put the gun on his lap, and looked at the voodoo gang beside him.

"No, not sleepy."

There was a sly smile on the voodoo gang's face, but it was quickly covered up.

"Let me see."

Another voodoo gang shooter volunteered.

"Then let's go together."

Hill saw that the two of them were not sleepy yet, so he simply followed the example of others and pretended to be foolish and drunk.

Looking at the street in front of him, and the setting sun falling behind the shadows of the tall buildings, creating a picture of intertwining light and dark, and constantly shifting hues, he recalled the battle just now.

The Voodoo Gang did get attacked, but not the Animals.

Dressed in the usual voodoo gang attire, the three of them surprise the property and kill everyone.

They are not the survivors who repelled the Animal Gang at all, but the executors of the massacre.

In this way, they succeeded in gaining the trust of the Voodoo Gang under disguised identities, and with their retreat arrangements, they came to this Haitian community.

Hill is not Hill, but Luo Qi who has put on makeup for five hours.

Use silicone to create a new face on the face, change the appearance of the facial features, and finally attach a voice changer to the throat, and then cover it with a decorative shell to disguise it as an implanted prosthesis.

Now he looks like a voodoo gangster with short dreadlocks.

The other two are members of the violent terrorist mobile team.

One is a regular player under Alex Murphy, and Luo Qi was not very happy when he asked him to borrow someone.

The other was the darkest guy ever chosen from the regular army.

Both of them are real blacks, and they don't need to pretend at all.

But unlike the voodoo gang, they are all guys who have lived here for generations and have been completely localized. Except for their skin color, they are no different from other people, so there is no need to worry about their orientation.

In fact, this is also easy to understand.

Just like between the yellow race and the yellow race, and between the white race and the white race, they are not all of the same race, but of all kinds, distributed all over the world, and there are all types.

He was mixed into his team by three violent terrorist mobile teams.

These voodoo gangs probably would never have imagined such an outrageous situation in their dreams.

As long as they are three rookies, they can be bullied at will.

"Boss, do you think their base will be here?"

Perhaps the waiting was too boring, and the team members behind him began to ask questions.

"do not know."

Rocky shook his head.

He had never guessed where the base of the Voodoo Gang was based on its appearance.

These people are very smart, and they are all like gophers.

Where it seems impossible, maybe behind a wall is the secret passage of the Voodoo Gang.

And these bird people also like to dig holes.

There are many passages in a base, many front doors and back doors, like a rabbit's nest, there are holes everywhere.

A small street shop that doesn't look like anything special?

If it doesn’t work out, I’ll dig a corridor for you to tens of meters below, and then connect you to the secret base on the other side from the edge of the submarine power transmission tunnel across the bay.

Walking is like a maze, where there may be a way.

I don't know if it's for deceiving the target, or for the convenience of transferring at any time.

There are underground facilities created by the voodoo gang using abandoned projects.

They especially like things like air-raid shelters and subway tunnels. Those places that are usually buried underground and no one pays attention to them are where their activities are.

Not to mention the bad way of walking through the sewers.