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Just a dozen seconds later, Liv spread her legs like a compass.

You ask her why she didn't twist her legs?

What's the point of twisting them? People are dead!

Looking at the scene where more than 30 gunmen rushed up and shot Downton into a sieve under the explosion.

Liv rolled her eyes and couldn't help but curl her mouth to the sky.

"What the hell am I expecting?"

She snorted unhappily, too lazy to watch Downton's death.

Even if it was the same look as Falcone, after death it would no longer be a rare commodity, but worthless.

She just felt a little regretful, regretful that the unusual look actually appeared on a madman.

Laughing and shaking her head, Liv clapped her hands to quiet the dancers.

Just as Liv was comforting the dancers unhappily, a series of screams suddenly came from outside.

"Fuck, he disappeared!"

"Who saw how he disappeared?"

"He caught fire!"

"He had white phosphorus on him, he caught fire!"

The screams were quite clear, but Liv didn't care, she still had to deal with the next interrogation.

This time the attack started from her backstage, both Ozwald and Boss Falcone would ask her, she had too much to deal with.

Not long after, Ozwald came to the scene of the attack with an umbrella after urgently putting on the bulletproof lining.

After knocking the younger brothers who were watching the excitement with an umbrella and asking them to make way for him, Ozwald appeared at the place where Downton's body disappeared.

The tip of the umbrella tapped the traces of the body's spontaneous combustion, and Ozwald asked in a low voice.

"So, there was only one person from the beginning?

He broke into my club alone, touched my backstage alone, killed more than a dozen of my men alone, and then disappeared alone!!!"

Speaking of this, Ozwald was almost out of breath.

He would rather have dozens or hundreds of professional gunmen as his enemies, because enemies of that size would not make him look incompetent!

At this moment, Ozwald could only grit his teeth and point his umbrella at his silent brothers around him.

"How did he do it? I want to know everything!"

...

In less than a minute, the four people, Bartel, who were pressed to the ground by the crowd, let Ozwald know everything.

Why four people?

Because the gatekeeper who received the money alone was also brought over.

As for the banknotes they received, they were piled in front of the tip of Ozwald's shoes.

With the tip of the umbrella inserted into the banknotes, Ozwald looked around like a hawk and said word by word.

"How much is this? Only 16,000 yuan!

Only 16,000 yuan pried open my door, bringing danger to the Iceberg Club, which had not been attacked for two years!

This is the answer you gave me after I cultivated you idiots for two years!"

At this point, Ozwald tried to control his anger, then took out his phone and called Falcone.

Facing Falcone's reprimand, Ozwald nodded slightly and continued.

"It's my fault, boss, I was sneaked in by a madman who was generous.

But there was only one madman, he was not even a trouble."

After the voice fell, Ozwald waited respectfully for the call to hang up.

When the phone rang with a dead tone, Ozwald looked back at Bartel and the other four who were held down tightly.

"Only 16,000 dollars, haha, so all the jobs I offer you are not worth 16,000 dollars, right!"

"Maybe more than 16,000 dollars, Mr. Ozwald, I have more here!"

Liv, who had just taken the money back from the panicked dancers, walked towards Ozwald from a distance.

When she came to the sofa where Oswald was sitting, Liv threw more money in front of him.

"This guy gave a lot of money to the women from me. I checked it out briefly, at least 40,000 dollars."

"That's 56,000, haha..."

Liv's supplement at least comforted Ozwald a little. After all, compared with more than 10,000 dollars, more than 50,000 dollars is indeed better.

At least the damaged floors and walls can be repaired.

But things don't work that way. Ozwald can't take all the money in his own hands, especially the money that Liv brought.

Although Liv and the Falconet family have cooperated for a long time, Liv is also the person in charge of the dancers in all the bars in Gotham.

She also roamed among all the mafia families in Gotham as a broker.

In general, Liv was not a subordinate of the Falconet family, they were just collaborators.

So Ozwald swept the pile of banknotes with an umbrella and continued to say to Liv.

"All for you, Liv, take it and share it with the frightened women.

But before that, you are responsible for restoring the club to its original state."

"Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Ozwald."

Liv nodded, and immediately a girl squatted down to collect the banknotes.

Just as all the gunmen were staring at the white and big banknotes on the ground, a frivolous voice suddenly came from outside the crowd

"It's so lively, you are not waiting for me?"

While shouting, Donton pushed away the gunman in front of him with a pistol and walked towards the center of the crowd.

Due to the vicious incident that just happened, the club was brightly lit at this moment, and people could see Donton's appearance at a glance.

Just those thugs at the back of the crowd who had never seen Downton. Everyone else who had actually seen Downton, one by one, took a breath of cold air and contributed to the process of global warming.

Click!

Countless pistols were pointed at Downton.

Downton ignored the gun pointed at him and waved to Liv in the center of the crowd.

Looking at the living Downton, Liv covered her mouth in shock.

On the side, Ozwald stared at Downton, but asked Liv, who was stunned.

"Liv, you were closest to him. Are you sure it's really him?"

"I'm absolutely sure!"

Liv nodded heavily.

"A person's body and face may be disguised, but eyes cannot. I will never forget that look!"

"very good!"

Ozwald took a deep breath, then stood up from the sofa.

Facing Downton who was gradually approaching, he held an umbrella and said.

"It seems that Gotham has another incredible one."

"It's not even close. There are so many incredible things in Gotham's future. It's a pity that you can't wait until that time, Sabatino."

Facing the calm Ozwald, Downton grinned, because the distance was enough!

As long as he found the target, Downton was too lazy to talk nonsense, so he quickly raised his pistol.

The moment he was targeted by the gun, Ozwald finally lost his previous composure, and he immediately wanted to roll over to the side.

It's a pity that he was too cautious earlier, and before he could kick his legs, Downton's bullet had already been shot in his body!

Bang bang bang!

Only one of the three shots hit Ozwald's chest, but the sand eagle's strong power still made Ozwald fly out!

"The boss is dead!"

"The banquet is open!"

"He killed the boss!"

"Fuck him, fuck him to death, fuck..."

"Wait, there are so many grenades!"

Before the gunmen around him could open fire, Downton took out a series of nine grenades.

His finger was stuck in the safety catch of a grenade, and the grenade could explode at any time.

The appearance of this thing caused the gunmen to become confused, and they quickly dispersed into the distance.

At the same time, listening to the words shouted by his men, Ozwald, who was lying on the ground, took a hard breath.

"Help...help, I'm not dead yet, I'm wearing a bulletproof vest...

My bones are broken..., wait, don't come over! ! ! "

Before Ozwald could finish speaking, Downton had already pounced on him.

The moment the sand eagle's thick muzzle was pressed against Ozwald's head, Ozwald's adrenaline instantly turned on the peak competition mode!

"Wait, no, you got the wrong person!"

In the face of a life-and-death crisis, Ozwald, who was weak just now, was not only extremely rational, but also produced a high note comparable to Pavarotti.

"I'm not the Sabatino you're talking about. Do you think I'm that big shot? I'm just a show-stopper!

I'm Ozwald, damn Sabatino, damn him! ! ! "