Bloodbath in Brooklyn

Facing the man's questioning, Chen Mo gave a cold smile and slowly drew the pistols holstered at his thighs.

"You kidnapped people from my Martial Arts School, and you're asking who I am?"

The leader was initially confused, then suddenly realized who he was, his face filling with horror. "It's you! You... why are you back?"

They had heard of Chen Mo's exploits. The reason they had dared to target the Martial Arts School, aside from the secret encouragement of the two great families, was mostly because Chen Mo had enlisted and was far away in Europe. There was no way he could return anytime soon. With profit before them, they had cast aside the threat Chen Mo posed. Word on the street was that the immense fortune Chen Mo had brought from China was all hidden in the Martial Arts School.

Many factions had set their sights on this place, but Chen Mo's lingering prestige remained, and the Four Heavenly Kings in the Martial Arts School were not to be underestimated either. Thus, most people were still watching and waiting.

But after learning that the family of one of the four Boxing Masters lived near the Martial Arts School, he had come up with this brilliant plan. He would use the man's family to lure him out, then ambush and kill him. He refused to believe that over twenty guns could not take down a single expert. After that, the Martial Arts School would surely fall into chaos, and his opportunity would come.

Yet who could have imagined that Chen Mo—the man they feared most, the very reason they had only dared to act while he was away—would suddenly appear before him? The leader felt a chill run down his spine, as though he could already smell death. He knew perfectly well how "Mad Dog" Tony and his gang had died. Was he going to follow in Tony's footsteps too? He did not want to die!

His desire to survive temporarily suppressed the fear in his heart. No matter how formidable you are, can you really be unafraid of bullets?

With that thought, a vicious expression flashed across the man's face. "Open fire! Kill him!"

His men hurriedly fired. More than twenty bullets flew toward Chen Mo from different angles.

Seeing Chen Mo about to die by his hand, the leader could not help smiling. After taking down the Chen Mo everyone feared, his status on the streets would surely soar. Brooklyn would have three great families then!

He was still immersed in his beautiful dream when he suddenly saw Chen Mo's figure blur and vanish from the spot in an instant. Every bullet struck empty air, not even grazing the corner of his clothes.

"How is that possible?!"

A person could actually dodge bullets—something he could never have imagined.

The men began to panic as well. What kind of enemy was this? Even bullets could not hit him!

Without giving them time to remain shocked, Chen Mo dodged the bullets, pistols in hand, and began to return fire.

Because the more than twenty enemies were scattered throughout the warehouse, Chen Mo could not kill them all at once. He could only dodge while firing back.

For his first shot, Chen Mo targeted the leader. After all, he was the most conspicuous one. A bullet blew out his eyeball, tore into his brain, then burst through the back of his skull and out the other side. Red-and-white brain matter and blood splattered all over the nearby lackeys.

The battle had only just begun, yet their Boss had already been taken out with a headshot. The gunmen froze for a moment before wildly firing at Chen Mo's position.

As Chen Mo dodged the bullets, he picked off the gunmen standing in place and firing wildly, one by one.

Watching their brothers fall one after another while their enemy remained completely unharmed beneath their suppressing fire, the remaining gunmen finally broke when more than half of them had been killed by Chen Mo. They could not win, so they could only run.

The utterly broken gunmen completely abandoned their attack and swarmed toward the warehouse entrance. Chen Mo's gunfire continued ringing out behind them. They only hoped they could run a little faster and let the brothers behind them take the bullets instead.

The gunmen who had been scattered throughout the warehouse all surged toward the doorway, making things even easier for Chen Mo. He no longer needed to dodge; he only needed to aim and shoot.

By the time more than a dozen of them reached the door, only one remained.

This lucky man, the fastest runner among them, charged out of the warehouse with all his might, only to find several cold corpses lying on the ground outside. The brothers guarding the entrance had been killed at some point.

Covered in cold sweat, he looked up and saw six people dressed in the same black combat uniforms as Chen Mo, standing ready with their guns all aimed at him.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After a burst of gunfire, another corpse with unclosed eyes lay on the ground.

The moment gunfire erupted inside the warehouse, they had launched their attack, shooting down all the guards at the entrance. They had then followed Chen Mo's orders and waited here. Who would have thought that after the fierce gunfire inside had gone on for so long, only one person would come running out?

As the last man fell, the gunfire finally ceased. Before long, Chen Mo emerged, leading the mother and son out with him.

While Wang Kun's family embraced and comforted one another, Howard moved up beside Chen Mo and asked, "That's it?"

"What else?" Chen Mo rolled his eyes at Howard and replied irritably.

"Why didn't you leave a few more for us? I only fired two shots!" Howard had been ready for a big fight, but after standing guard at the entrance and firing just twice, the battle was already over.

"You should be grateful. I deliberately left that one for you." Seeing Howard's dissatisfied expression, Chen Mo seriously suspected that he might be a homicidal maniac.

"How about I leave you a few more later? How many do you want, ten or twenty?"

Howard was stunned. Later?

"Didn't we rescue the hostages? You killed all the kidnappers too. Where would another ten or twenty come from?"

A cold glint flashed in Chen Mo's eyes. "These are just a bunch of idiots being used as tools. The true masterminds behind this are the two great Mafia families!"

"Tonight, I'm going to bathe Brooklyn in blood!"

Rather than being afraid, Howard's face was full of excitement.

"Good! Those bastards should have been cleaned up long ago. The government has kept tolerating them, so let S.H.I.E.L.D. deal with these malignant tumors threatening society! Tonight, we'll wipe them all out!"

Chen Mo looked strangely at the excited Howard. He could now be certain that beneath Howard's refined appearance lay a resentful, radical, warlike heart.

But when he considered Howard's other identity, Chen Mo understood. After all, Howard was the United States' largest arms dealer. His laboratory was also packed with all kinds of new weapons. Calling him a warmonger would not be an exaggeration; it was just that everyone had been misled by his refined appearance and identity as an inventor.

"How did I never realize you were such a warmonger?" Chen Mo looked at Howard teasingly. "Want to take the lead later?"

"I'm a hot-blooded young man too, all right!" Howard declared boldly, then abruptly changed his tone.

"Besides, aren't you here? Hahaha!"