People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

Of course, in addition to the taxi business, the Skosser family also had other businesses, such as exclusive products and beautiful women.

In short, the Skorse family will get involved in anything that can make money.

About an hour later.

Ding Ze arrived at a quiet street lined with rather large mansions on both sides.

After driving for a short while, the driver released the accelerator, slowed down, pointed to a mansion on the right, and said, "Boss, the patriarch of the Skrtel family lives here."

Ding Ze nodded. "Okay, take me to the sniping spot you've chosen, then you guys come back and surround this mansion. Don't let a single person out."

"Ok."

About half an hour later.

Ding Ze stood in front of the window of a room in a high-rise building, picked up his Barrett sniper rifle, and looked through the scope.

Yes, the view is excellent, with an unobstructed vista.

Ding Ze slowly moved the sniper rifle and quietly observed for a while.

It was still early, and the Skorse family mansion was brightly lit, with figures moving about happily.

Ding Ze searched patiently for a while.

Hey, found it.

Martin Scorsese, the patriarch of the Scorsese family, was talking with several middle-aged men in his luxurious study.

"Damn it, they actually tried to rob me back then! They had some nerve," Ding Ze muttered with a laugh, locking his gaze on Martin-Scott, and at the same time picking up the walkie-talkie, "Ready?"

"Right away!" the subordinate replied.

About five minutes later.

"Boss, we're ready," the walkie-talkie crackled to life.

"Okay!" Ding Ze replied, and then, without further ado, he smiled brightly, aimed at Comrade Martin-Skosay, and pulled the trigger.

Bullets flew out.

huh~~

It hit Martin-Skøe precisely in the chest.

Just moments ago, Comrade Martin-Scott was full of vigor and pontificating, but now, with a look of utter shock on his face, he has stopped breathing and died.

next second.

Naturally, Martin Scorsese's mansion was in chaos, with countless figures running around.

Ding Ze didn't stop there. He loaded the bullets, grinned broadly, and pulled the trigger again.

He truly felt that his 100% sniping accuracy was a bug.

huh~~

One bullet, one life.

Ding Ze worked tirelessly without stopping.

[Congratulations, you have successfully released Martin-Scott. Reward: Durability +5 points. Your current durability is 35 points, and the human limit is 50 points.]

Ding Ze: "??????"

Does this work too?

Never mind, it's not important. Things have to be done in order. Let's release them first.

Snipers, in most situations, are extremely unruly.

It won't take a while.

The mansion of Martin-Scott was littered with corpses.

Someone finally wisely turned off the lights, plunging the mansion into complete darkness.

it's fine.

Ding Ze made preparations for this, including having a thermal imager.

Therefore, we will continue to release animals back into the wild.

A little while later.

Those still alive in the mansion either lay down or hid behind the walls.

Ding Ze shook his head helplessly, knowing that the happy time was temporarily over. He picked up the walkie-talkie with some regret, "They've hidden themselves. Blow up the house for me."

RPGs are a really good thing.

Having received Ding Ze's orders, the men stationed around the Martin-Scott mansion acted without hesitation.

Immediately, people from all four directions got out of their cars, took out RPGs, quickly mounted them, and started bombarding Martin-Scott's mansion.

The effect of this bombardment was remarkable.

Some people inside the mansion were blown to death, while the rest were terrified and ran out in despair.

For Ding Ze, this meant he was back to work.

Ding Ze didn't hesitate. He immediately aimed again and fired. In a short while, a large number of people fell to the ground.

Seeing no more people in sight, Ding Ze checked again using the thermal imaging camera.

Hmm, it seems they're all dead.

Let's leave then, to avoid arguing with the police.

Ding Ze didn't delay. He picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Send a car to pick me up. The rest of you can leave."

Everything is proceeding smoothly and in an orderly manner.

Almost ten minutes later.

The SUV that Ding Ze was in stopped not too far to the right front of the Martin-Scholes mansion.

Several police cars have arrived at Martin-Scott's mansion and begun investigating the mass murder.

Ding Ze lit a cigarette and watched quietly.

I only watched it for a short while.

Dozens of cars sped over and stopped in front of Martin-Scott's mansion. Then, a group of black men got out of the cars and rushed into the mansion.

Ding Ze smiled.

The Martin-Scholes family is quite large, and Black people are generally more prolific…

In short, all the Martin-Scholes family members from various locations have now arrived, making it quite a lively scene.

of course.

There were several police officers at the scene, and more were on their way….

This isn't Miami; we can't take action here, or it would be too much trouble.

Ding Ze simply watched and admired his own achievements.

Anyway, I've got nothing better to do. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 170 New York, Continental Hotel, John Wick

Good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast. (?`?????) ? ? ? ??shUЖ.?σm ? ? ? (?`????)?

New York is indeed quite big, but it's not all that impressive.

Therefore, it wasn't long before the news spread throughout the other six major families in New York, including the Falzen family, that the Skorsay family had been attacked, that Comrade Martin Skorsay had been shot dead by a mysterious sniper, and that his house had been blown up by a mysterious person with an RPG.

Following closely behind, the heads of the six major families were overjoyed and wished they could open champagne to celebrate.

In fact, someone did open a bottle of champagne.

Who?

The younger brother of Philip Falzen, who has long since turned into mincemeat, is now the head of the Falzen family, Gasby Falzen.

Gaisby-Fal had not had a good few months.

On the one hand, he lacked the ability; on the other hand, he led so many people to Chicago to deal with the Abruzzi family, but instead suffered heavy losses and returned to New York in disgrace, losing face and becoming a laughing stock among other families.

In this line of work, reputation and prestige are extremely important.

With these two items lost, other families naturally became restless and eager to make their move.

This has been the case for the past few months. The other six major families have been eyeing the Falzen family from time to time, making moves to seize territory and business.

Among them, the Skorse family made the biggest fuss, seemingly poised to swallow the Farzen family whole.

Gaisby-Fal had been troubled by this for a long time and wished he could tear Martin-Scott apart.

Now that Martin-Scott has been eliminated... how could he not be excited and happy?

Gaisby-Fall downed a large glass of champagne, then turned to his deputy beside him, "We still don't know which family made the move?"

The deputy shook his head. "I've already sent my men to inquire outside. The situation is a bit strange. The other five families haven't made any moves yet; they haven't tried to seize the Skruse family's territory."