Queens.
In front of Fisk Tower.
On the charitable donation street named after Wilson.
Cars riddled with bullet holes lay overturned on the ground or crashed into trees, burning.
Billows of pungent smoke rolled upward into the sky.
The closer one got to the tower's main entrance and parking lot entrance,
the more mutilated corpses there were, with blood flowing across the ground like a river.
Meanwhile, the exterior walls below the fifth floor of the entire tower
were completely covered by a thick layer of metal armor.
No one could glimpse anything happening inside.
Only the occasional explosions proved
that a brutal gang war was still underway...
Inside the tower.
At the junction between the second- and third-floor staircases.
Rat-a-tat-tat—
Madam Gao, clad in tight black clothing, expressionlessly pulled the trigger.
She repeatedly sprayed bullets at the enemies continuously emerging upstairs.
The muzzle flashes lit up the streaks of blood on her face.
Her tied-up white hair had long since become a complete mess.
With the battle going badly and her subordinates suffering heavy casualties,
Madam Gao, who had originally been in charge of command, had no choice but to act personally.
Even so, only a little over fifty remained of the three-hundred-man force.
Their all-out offensive had been completely suppressed.
The entire team was left unable to advance a single step.
Whoosh—
In an instant, a shuriken flashing with cold light shot out from behind the group!
Its sharp edge sliced across the throats of several unlucky subordinates.
Yet it did not lose any speed at all.
Trailing warm blood, it flew toward the back of Madam Gao's head!
However, Madam Gao seemed to have noticed it long ago.
The firearm slipped from her hand in an instant as she ducked behind cover and dodged to one side.