"Creak ~"
With a tooth-numbing sound, the old and cracked door was slowly pushed open.
The three Shelby brothers were led into the house by Bessie and a group of underlings.
In the small living room that was filled with a rotten smell, a burly figure sat on the sofa.
"Tommy."
The figure on the sofa glanced at Tommy and gently swirled the wine glass in her hand." You're finally back.”
"Bob."
Tommy took a step forward and swept his gaze across everyone in the room.
Other than Bob, there were also his two underlings, as well as Bessie and the others outside…
"A total of seven?"
Tommy silently counted the heads in his heart.
Then, he realized that things seemed to be simpler than he had imagined.
"Tommy."
Bob looked at the young man in front of him and said slowly," You know, I've always thought highly of you. I even thought of making you my successor.”
"But…"
Bob slammed the wine glass in his hand on the ground and said coldly," Not only did you betray my trust, but you also trampled it under your feet!”
"Calm down, Bob."
Tommy stepped forward and said casually," I didn't betray your trust.”
"Oh?"
Bob sneered." Then don't tell me that you suddenly took your family away to go back to your hometown?”
"Of course not."
Tommy took another step forward without a trace and said slowly," You know that Finn has leukemia. I finally found a doctor who was willing to treat him, and Finn's condition finally began to improve.”
"But Finn is still too young and needs someone to take care of him. We still have work to do. We can't stay there. So, I can only let Aunt Boris and Ada go over.”
"You only need one person to take care of Finn, right? Why aren't the two of them here?"
Bob continued to ask with a cold face, but his expression softened.
Obviously, he believed Tommy's words.
"What else?"
Tommy asked back," Ada is still too young. She can't even take care of herself, let alone take care of Finn. Aunt Polly could take care of Finn alone, but should I leave Ada alone at home? Bob, it's not safe here."
Bob was expressionless, but deep down, he believed 70% of it.
It was true that the East End of London was not safe, even for a gang leader like him.
Otherwise, he would not have to bring at least a few subordinates with him every time he went out.
"Bob!"
Seeing that Bob seemed to be relenting, Bessie's expression changed slightly and she shouted in a low voice," Don't believe his nonsense. He's lying to you! Was this guy trying to betray the gang?”
"If I wanted to betray you, why would I come back?”
Tommy asked rudely.
Bob nodded slightly.
Indeed, if Tommy wanted to betray the gang, why did he walk right into the trap and come back?
"Alright."
Bob immediately said," Since you're back, forget it. I told you before that Tommy would never betray the gang. You're too sensitive, Bessie.”
"Yes."
Bessie was obviously unwilling, but she could only grit her teeth.
Tommy looked up at Bob.
This was the typical example of a prostitute wanting to build a memorial archway.
It had to be said that it was not without reason that Bob could become the boss and snatch his small piece of land in East London.
However, all of this was meaningless.
"Bob."
Tommy shouted and took another step forward. At this time, he was already standing in front of Bob.
"Hmm?"
The distance between the two was only a few steps, but it was not to the point where they could touch each other with their hands.
This made Bob frown slightly. He was somewhat vigilant, but he was still generally relaxed.
After all, there were so many of them.
As long as Tommy wasn't stupid, he wouldn't make a move at this time.
Besides, he had just been cleared of suspicion, so Bob had no reason to continue suspecting him.
He only blamed all of this on his paranoia.
"There's something I want to discuss with you.”
Tommy stood where he was and didn't continue to move forward.
"What is it?"
Bob, who had already dispelled his doubts about Tommy, asked with interest.
"Actually, I've been wanting to tell you about this for a long time."
As Tommy spoke, he seemed to have thought of something and reached into his arms." Wait, let me show you something..."
Bob became more curious and focused on Tommy's hand.
Then, he saw Tommy take out something hard from his pocket.
" Gun?!"
Bob's pupils constricted, and he instinctively wanted to dodge and resist.
However, Tommy was a step faster than him and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out, and the barrel slammed into the back seat, shooting out a yellow shell.
Then, the sleeve moved forward under the action of the recoil spring, and the next bullet was ejected from the magazine.
At this moment, the muzzle was already aimed at one of Bob's underlings.
"Tommy!"
Bessie roared, her voice filled with incomparable fury and fear.
Even if he had a gun, they had so many people!
How dare he?
Then, he soon knew why Tommy dared to.
"Bang bang bang!"
Arthur and his brother, who were being held hostage by them, attacked almost at the same time. They lifted their large coats, took out their pistols, and started shooting crazily at the people behind them.
Although his marksmanship might not be very accurate.
However, when the distance between the two sides was less than one meter, even a blind man could hit his target.
Continuous gunshots rang out in the room, playing a song of death.
When the gunshots died down, the room was filled with smoke and corpses.
"Phew!"
Tommy took a deep breath to calm himself down. He raised his gun and stepped forward to check Bob's body.
There was a bullet hole as thick as a finger between his eyebrows, and blood and brain matter were flowing out of the wound on the back of his head.
Though Bob was staring at him, Tommy was sure he was dead.
"Aaa
Bessie clutched her shoulder in pain and struggled to move her hips against the wall. She looked at the young man in front of her with horror.
"I missed."
John was a little annoyed. It was only a few steps away, but even so, he still missed.
She was aiming at his head, but she hit his shoulder instead.
But it didn't matter. There were still bullets anyway.
"Don't, don't kill me…"
Bessie lost all her courage in the fear of death. Tears and snot flowed down her face." I apologize. I apologize to you. Don't kill me."”
"If an apology is useful, why do we still need gangs?”
John sneered, pointed the gun at the man, and pulled the trigger.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
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