"Do you understand what I'm saying?"
James confirmed once again.
"This isn't a matter that ordinary people can settle on their own."
James knew the superior who was in charge of this matter this time. It was a special department that once belonged to the FBI.
The members of this department were not ordinary people. They were proficient in all walks of life and could solve bizarre cases every year.
"Officer, can I go back now?"
Lott's expression was still as calm as ever as if it had nothing to do with him. Or did he have an extremely strong confidence that he could ignore what James had said?
James would not know. However, he had already done his best and said what he needed to say.
James waved his hand.
Lott bid farewell to Carly and James and left the police station.
Of course, Lott understood what James said.
So what? Was he not waiting for this day to come? Let the storm come!
Lott could not help but feel a burst of anger in his heart. He had endured enough in the past five years.
Everyone in the Chicago prison knew not to provoke the god of death.
If the ingrates of the Ian Family dared to mess with him, he would not mind creating a few more "accidents."
Just as Lott was about to arrive at his rental house, many gang members were wandering around.
Their eyes were constantly watching the people around them. It seemed like they were looking for someone.
Lott certainly knew that they were looking for him. It was not wise to encounter them at this time.
So, Lott used the system to avoid the gang members first and safely reached his rental house.
Lott found that all the items that he had marked recently had been moved. This meant that someone had broken in and they were even lying in ambush here.
Lott ignored these dangerous signals and walked into the house.
"I advise you to stay still."
Several gang members came out of the room.
They threatened Lott. They had weapons and daggers in their hands.
If Lott were ordinary people, he would have definitely surrendered.
Unfortunately, Lott was not an ordinary person.
Lott did not say anything. He picked up an empty beer bottle on the table and threw it at them.
Lott's swift action did not allow anyone to react. The beer bottle had hit the other party accurately.
The gangster who was hit clutched his head and wailed.
Lott stepped forward and grabbed the opponent's arm.
"Kacha."
The training method given by the system had already allowed Lott's strength to surpass that of an ordinary person.
Lott twisted the gangster's wrist.
A painful scream rang out.
The gangster was unable to resist such a powerful force. His hand seemed to be held by an iron clamp, unable to move. The dagger in his hand also fell.
Lott naturally would not give up this opportunity. He grabbed the falling dagger with his back hand.
As if throwing a dart, Lott threw the dagger at a gangster who was leaning against the door.
Along with a scream, his palm was struck by the powerful force of the dagger. His hand was nailed to the door. He wailed.
The weapon in the opponent's hand naturally fell to the ground.
At this moment, the momentum of this three-person-gang had been broken.
Lott had dealt with two members.
The only gangster left looked at Lott in horror.
In just a few seconds, Lott had dealt with his two companions like magic.
When Lott looked at him coldly, the gangster immediately took out his gun subconsciously. He did not believe that there was anyone faster than a gun.
It was true. There was no one faster than a bullet in this world.
However, you had to aim at him first.
Lott suddenly squatted and picked up a chair and threw it at his opponent.
The opponent had to block it with his hand and the chair suddenly broke into pieces.
In the next second, Lott's figure appeared beside him.
Too quick!
The gangster's eyes had yet to see clearly when Lott suddenly appeared.
The gangster subconsciously raised the muzzle of his gun. Suddenly, he felt a hand grabbing head. Then, a huge force knocked his body onto the table.
"Bang!"
The skull made an intimate contact with the marble table.
Blood dripped from the gangster's head. The hand that was holding the gun loosened.
Lott felt that it was not safe. He grabbed the other party's head and smashed it into the table again.
This time, even an iron man would faint.
In less than half a minute, Lott had subdued the three gang members.
Lott was satisfied with this speed. He picked up the gun that had fallen to the ground and raised it.
Lott pointed the gun at the gangster whose palm was nailed to the door and asked.
"I'll ask, you answer. Who sent you?"
"It's our boss! Our boss asked us to come!"
The gangster who was pointed at by the gun immediately answered honestly.
"Who's your boss? What's the purpose of coming to me!"
Lott continued to ask.
"Our boss is Jones! I heard that catching the murderer of the Ian Family can bring a huge amount of wealth, so our boss sent us to capture you!"
At this time, the gangsters also knew that their lives were in the hands of the other party, so they no longer dared to be arrogant.
So, this was the use of the gangsters. It seemed to be a set of rules of how things were now.
Due to the eradication of the Chicago Corporation over the past few years, it no longer involved the underground forces.
As for them, spreading the news and letting these gangsters complete this mission on their behalf was their way to deal with Lott.
Naturally, it was a matter of killing many birds with one stone.
It did not break the rules but it could also get things done.
One had to say, how could they think of such a method? Old Ian could really be considered a formidable person.
"How many gangs like yours are there now?"
Lott wanted to know what the current situation was like.
"Now, all the gangs are looking for you like crazy. You're the moving reward!
"The Ian Family said that they'll reward shares for finding the murderer and one million for finding the suspect.
"This time, many bounty hunters have even mobilized!"
The gangster told Lott everything he knew.
"One million? Am I so worthless!"
Lott was not convinced.
It seemed that the other party did not value him enough. Lott needed to make it into something bigger!
The gangster's eyes almost popped out when he heard that.
Did Lott not know about the dangers surrounding him? Did he only thought about the one million bounty was too low?
However, the gangster could only think about it in his heart. His life was still in the other party's hands so he did not dare to say anything.
Lott finished asking all the questions. He took out a black backpack, packed some clothes, and stuffed the gun into it. He was satisfied with his skills now.
What if it worked?
However, Lott once fantasized that one day, the system could calculate the trajectory of the bullet.
With his body, Lott could dodge the bullet, just like the bullet scene from the movie, Matrix.
By then, ordinary bullets would be no threat to him.