Damn, Michael has hundreds of people under his command. Yes, those hundreds of people will definitely not surround Michael all the time. They all have their own things to do, but Michael must leave at least dozens of people to protect him.

Safe, right?

As the boss of a stronghold, if there weren't dozens of people in his gun shop, wouldn't it be possible for just a few brave brats to kill him?

No matter how high the status is, no matter how powerful the power is? In this hellish place like Night City, anything can happen.

So.what exactly happened?

"Boss, the River Valley has fallen. Michael, Michael may be dead."

"What? Please explain the matter clearly. What does it mean that Michael died? He only wired me the money in the afternoon."

After hearing this, Donaldson reached out and rubbed his eyebrows. He continued with a headache: "It seems that the marginal family attacked Michael first. They attacked Michael's stronghold at night. Now more than a hundred people have died, and Michael may

He died too."

"After all, their target is Michael, and they have no reason to let him go, right?"

There was an extremely angry voice on the other end of the phone: "Of course they have reason to let Michael go. I'm still here. Donaldson, I'm still here! Aren't they afraid of the Sixth Street Gang's revenge?"

Donaldson paused, and then a mocking look appeared in his eyes.

You still here?

What has the Sixth Street Gang become since they came under your control?

You still here?

But why don't you die?

But of course Donaldson didn't dare to say this, after all, the Sixth Street Gang was now under his control.

"We have to prepare for the worst, don't we?" Donaldson could only say to him.

Donaldson stood up and looked down on the third floor. His nightclub was not small in size, but the exterior and interior decorations were relatively simple. It was a nightclub, but it was more like a place where people could drink. Those in the luxury area could

See the gameplay, here is one.

But at this sight, Donaldson's eyes froze.

"Where are my men?"

Where are the two live doormen and bodyguards who are supposed to be standing guard at the entrance of the nightclub?

"What did you say Donaldson?"

Donaldson was about to speak, and at this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Donaldson turned around quickly, a trace of uneasiness welling up from the bottom of his heart, and he looked at the door.

People outside the house knocked on the door twice more.

Donaldson bit the bullet and said, "Come in."

The moment the door opened, noisy music and life entered the room, accompanied by the howls and curses of local workers, as well as the sound of music playing from less advanced equipment, which combined together made Donaldson, who was not drunk and sober, feel...

A hint of irritability.

The person who appeared outside the door also made Donaldson swallow his saliva.

Wearing a blue Italian-style suit, the rounded shoulders and slightly waisted design highlight this. Standing there upright, the tall but thin man wore a Japanese-style bun and wore a strange piece of clothing.

He wore half a rabbit mask, revealing his white lower face, and he was greeting himself with a smile.

"Good evening, Donaldson."

Hearing the sudden appearance of the weirdo shouting his name, Donaldson immediately rushed to his table, ready to take out a powerful spray gun hanging under the table, but he just rushed under the table and reached out to touch it.

When I did, I couldn't touch anything.

A voice sounded in my ears, extremely gentle.

"Is this what you're looking for?"

A smart spray gun appeared in front of him, and Donaldson's pupils froze.

When did he come here?

"Donaldson, what happened to you over there? Donaldson, please speak!"

I said your mother!

"What do you want to do?" Donaldson looked at the other person and took a deep breath.

The people standing guard at the door, now that I think about it, they are more or less hanging.

He silently killed the younger brother who was checking his identity, and then avoided the guards' sight and came to his own place.

This guy is a top killer.

Donaldson slowly raised his hands and said, "The Marginal Family, right? The person who was against you was Michael, but now he is dead, so I think everything should be over."

"Marginal man? Donaldson, what the hell are you talking to him about? Kill him! Then come back to me with his head!"

Will Gunnar's roar rang in his ears.

Donaldson ignored Will's voice and looked directly at him.

"Michael McKean is indeed dead, but I want more than that, so what should I do?" he asked Donaldson with a smile.

"Then we can talk about what you want?"

For the sake of his own life, Donaldson could only answer aggrievedly.

He doesn't want to die!

"I want the Sixth Street Gang to disappear."

"you!"

"Look, it really doesn't work, right?" Seeing this, the man held the gun in one hand and smiled.

"No, I didn't say no, right?"

Donaldson suddenly smiled. He immediately hung up the communication with Will, looked at the other party and said: "You said you want to destroy the Sixth Street Gang? I have to say, you are dreaming. Yes, even if you are very powerful, can you still be here today?"

Even if Will and I are assassinated, the Six Street Gang will not be destroyed. There will be a new boss, you know? Many people are waiting for something to happen to Will and me, including Michael.

The same is true, there will be no shortage of people to fill the position of boss.

And how many people do you have? As far as I know, you are just a small family. You can't manage a place as big as the River Valley, let alone the entire Santo Domingo.

So let’s do this, man, let’s make a deal. I’ll let my people help you deal with Will. We’ll kill him together, and then his territory will be mine. From now on, the river valley area will be yours. I will clean up the Sixth Street Gang.

Yes, in the area under your jurisdiction, I guarantee that no one from the Sixth Street Gang will appear in the future unless you agree."

Donaldson said seriously: "We can definitely live in peace and harmony, right? We are fellow villagers, right?"

The other party was silent for a moment, then the lower half of his face exposed outside the mask showed a smile.

"Okay, let me ask you something now, fellow." He said with a smile.

Donaldson breathed a sigh of relief. Not only was it solved, but he could climb higher!

Michael's territory is not under his control. If Michael dies, it will be fine if he gives up the River Valley area. It is the Sixth Street Gang that suffers, not him! On the contrary, because of this opportunity, he can win the Sixth Street Gang boss

position! Once Will dies, he can completely take over Arroyo and become the underground king of Coronado.

Is there a better deal than this?

Donaldson smiled brightly, nodded vigorously, and said loudly: "Tell me, I will promise you."

However, the guy made an action that Donaldson feared.

He raised the spray gun and pointed it at Donaldson.

"Wait. Don't make such a joke." Donaldson subconsciously raised his hand and said timidly.

"Fellow, my request is, please, please die."

"No!!! Come on, come on -" Donaldson ran out immediately and shouted loudly toward the door with a fearful look on his face.

What answered him was the sound of a gunshot.

"boom!"

The sound of a double-barreled gun is just different.

Using the butt of his gun to smash the glass, Lin Wen threw the gun away and jumped out from the third floor, blending into the night.

There is still one.

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writer says

Recently, it should all be updated into large chapters. Firstly, it is to rush forward the order, and secondly, it is to make the plot more coherent, so as not to interrupt the plot of small chapters.

I've been adjusting my work schedule recently

I plan to go to bed later

The 7000/8000 word update will be launched immediately, and there will be two chapters per day in the future (most likely they will be big chapters? Fog!)
Chapter completed!