Beautiful Country, Florida, Miami!
Under the cold moonlight, on the streets nearing midnight, a gang of bikers recklessly twisted their throttles, their heavy motorcycles roaring.
Pedestrians on the street blanched at the sound and hurriedly kept their distance.
Anyone this brazen in Miami was undoubtedly from the Red Eagle Gang. This was a newly risen underworld force that had dominated Miami in just a few years, becoming the overlord of the criminal world while actively engaging in smuggling, opium, casinos, brothels, arms dealing, human trafficking, and countless other businesses.
It was said that the frequent disappearances in Miami were caused by vengeful ghosts. Others, however, claimed that the Red Eagle Gang was behind them.
As for Miami's original underworld forces, they had either been swallowed up or frightened into fleeing the city.
The bikers drove all the way to a factory in the suburbs. Though it was already deep into the night, the place was brightly lit.
One by one, the motorcycles stopped. A bald, burly Black man with a full beard and tattoos covering both arms dismounted from the lead bike and led his underlings into the factory.
The factory was filled with all kinds of abandoned machine tools, discarded cigarette butts, and other debris.
The bald strongman continued forward. More and more gang members appeared around him, carrying all sorts of firearms.
Pushing open a large door, the bald strongman entered a slaughterhouse.
Only this slaughterhouse did not butcher cattle, sheep, or pigs. It butchered human beings who had been abducted and brought here.
Several people in black robes stood gathered together. Around them lay blood-soaked corpses that had been skinned alive. Many had yet to die and were wailing in agony on the ground.
The robed figures acted as though they saw nothing. Their expressions were icy,