Chapter 320: Shattered Idol
The place where Jessica lives is neither good nor bad, it is just an ordinary apartment. Its only advantage may be that it is under the control of the Citizens Gang.

Although in their previous conversation, Jessica had a neutral attitude towards the Citizens Gang, thinking that it might collapse one day due to financial problems. After all, she had never heard of any local gang that could survive by collecting protection fees, not getting involved in pornography, gambling, drugs, or even kidnapping.

Even after collecting protection fees, they actually provide full protection.

But now judging from Jessica’s actual choice, this citizen gang can still provide people with a high sense of security, otherwise Jessica would not choose to live here.

After sending her safely to the door, Jessica took out the key to open the door, then paused, turned around and asked, “Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?”

Oakley pretended to look at his watch and said, “No, I have something else to do.”

Jessica nodded gently: “Thank you. I had a great time tonight. Be careful at night and try not to go to the neighborhoods I mentioned before.”

Oakley didn’t say much, just agreed, turned around and left.

Jessica had a vague feeling that Oakley was not an ordinary person, but she didn’t dare to think of him as extraordinary. She thought he might be an agent, but she didn’t know whether he was an official agent or Amy’s agent.

She probably came here to investigate the local power, which she could roughly guess from the conversation led by Oakley.

“Strange. Aren’t all the Bonds in the movies lustful?”

Mumbling something, she closed the door.

It seems that a one-night stand with Mr. Agent is impossible to achieve.

Morelia at night has a bit of the temperament of a big city, with bright lights, wine and women, and an indulgent look. Even in the poorest city, there is a wealthy class.

And night is a good time for them to have fun.

It is also a time when gang members are active.

It’s just that the areas where the two activities take place don’t overlap much.

In a bar controlled by the Michoacan Gang, a drunkard was carried out by two strong men and thrown across the door.

Some of the people “guarding the body” were about to go up, but when they saw the clothes and appearance of the person who was thrown out, they all showed disappointment and returned to their respective positions to continue leaning against the wall or squatting.

The drunk who was thrown out seemed to be in a deep sleep, with only slight unconscious movements and murmurs left.

“Brother, what’s going on? Why don’t you go search that guy?” The newcomer lit a cigarette for the leader and asked curiously.

“That guy, haha, don’t look at him as a puddle of mud, he’s actually fine, he’ll get up on his own soon, and he doesn’t have any coins on him, what can you get?”

“You can’t just pull off the stinking clothes, can you?”

The leader glanced at the sloppy guy who was sitting against the dirty wall opposite the bar, with his head down and his face unclear. He was dressed like a homeless person and his hair was tangled.

You can smell the stench just by looking at it. Even the most unhygienic guy in their gang doesn’t dress so exaggeratedly.

“You can’t get anything, and he might even vomit on you. It’s a waste of energy to beat him up. Why do you care about him?”

The new guy didn’t quite understand: “Then how come he has the money to get drunk every day?”

“I don’t know. I heard that he knew Hassank and told the bar to put his drink on his bill.”

“So it’s not worth it to deal with this guy. He has no money and he knows Hassank. Why should we mess with him?”

Hassank is a manager of this bar and a member of the Michoacan Gang. He is a big shot to these low-level thugs.

The new guy now understood that he was just a homeless guy who couldn’t even sell drugs.

The only strange thing is that the other person doesn’t look like a Latin American, but more like an Ami. It is quite rare to see an Ami as a homeless person here.

As the newcomer was thinking this, the homeless man paralyzed for a while, then slowly raised his head, revealing a curly beard and a pair of cloudy eyes.

But overall, the other person didn’t look too old, no more than thirty years old, but his sloppy clothes and beard made him look a lot older.

He staggered to his feet, holding onto the wall, then unzipped his pants and urinated a fresh, strong beer onto the spot where he had just been lying.

The sound of the impact, like a flood, stunned the newcomers.

After a while, the homeless man shuddered, put away his tools, and walked into the alley unsteadily, holding on to the wall.

People just glanced at the homeless man and paid no more attention to him.

The homeless man didn’t care about those people. He wandered along the alleys, turning here and there, as if he was walking casually, with no destination at all.

As he walked, people gradually disappeared until everything around him fell into absolute silence, and he continued to walk into the dark dead end as if he was unaware.

I stepped on garbage bags, needles and beer dregs, but not a single sound was made.

The tramp slowly stopped and looked at a scene in the darkness with his cloudy eyes.

A man with black wings covering his face was standing on the chest of a man with both hands severed, who was screaming and wailing, and was looking at the homeless man with interest.

The tramp felt in his pocket, pulled out a shriveled cigarette box, and shook out the last cigarette.

Then he just looked at the torturous scene in front of him, slowly lit a cigarette, and puffed out smoke silently.

The lower half of Oakley’s face was exposed. He gave the homeless man a bright smile, mouthed the words “please wait”, and then continued to complete his masterpiece.

A few minutes later, the person being stepped on was already dying, looking at the devil looking down at him with despair. Then, the soles of the shoes kept getting bigger in front of him…

Click.

The sound returned.

The tramp can hear again all the sounds except his own filling in from all directions, like air flowing into a vacuum.

Cars driving, people shouting, beer glasses clinking… this is what humans call the hustle and bustle of the city.

Coincidentally, the homeless man had finished his cigarette.

He exhaled the last puff of smoke reluctantly, and his eyes seemed to regain some clarity in the eye sockets.

“You’re working in vain.”

The homeless man commented on Oakley’s behavior.

Oakley shrugged, not angry, but looked at him curiously: “Then may I ask…what is useful work?”

The tramp raised his head, looked at the pitch-black night without stars or moonlight, and shook his head.

“It has never been useful.”

“Evil will always exist, ambition is deeply rooted in people’s hearts, and humans are good at deceiving themselves with a bright future. Even the extraordinary are not immune to this. It is better to stand aside and watch where humans will steer the ship of civilization.”

“Perhaps, without supernatural intervention, humans can find balance in sin and be reborn.”

After listening to the homeless man’s words, Oakley pouted and nodded in disagreement.

“Oh, compared to what you said, I would rather take the helm and decide the direction myself.”

Oakley took two steps forward and waited for the homeless man to speak.

“You can’t steer the ship unless you kill all the people. And after you kill them all, the existence of the ship will be meaningless.” The tramp looked at the man in confusion.

Oakley grinned: “Then kill them all and sink the ship.”

The tramp was sure that the man was a lunatic.

It’s also a joke. He is a madman who has been laughed at for several years, and today he has the opportunity to think that others are even crazier.

“I learned from a friend that the rise of the Citizens Gang is a little unclear. They have clearly infringed on the interests of the Morelia Gang and the Michoacan Gang, but no one has touched them and they are still living a comfortable life. I think only the extraordinary can have such a deterrent power. So, are you supporting them behind the scenes?”

This was the conclusion Oakley came to after careful consideration. Otherwise, such a gang would not be able to continue.

The homeless man shook his head: “I helped them a little, but I’m not the extraordinary person behind the Citizen Gang. However, they do hope to make this country a better place with their own methods.”

“Methods? You mean that weak and incompetent compromise?” Oakley shook his head in disappointment. “As a transcendent, it took several years to achieve this level. In my opinion, you are just a waste.”

“He wants to save, and you want to destroy.” The homeless man sighed, the turbidity in his eyes faded, and his back gradually straightened. “Different paths, different methods. I don’t care about your ideas, but if you want to destroy the fragile order of this city, I will stop you.”

Oakley was just worrying about what kind of breaking news to come up with. Two extraordinary people fighting could probably get a second-page spot.

“Oakley.” Oakley gave his name, and the wings on his back gradually covered with black flames, spreading throughout his body.

“Me? Just a sinner.”

The tramp’s eyes closed and opened again, and they were already blood red.

The blood-red wings behind him appeared faintly, but then quickly disappeared.

Oakley raised his eyebrows, too lazy to figure out the other party’s identity. Among extraordinary people, seniority should be considered less important, and strength should be used to decide everything.

The two sides, one black and one red, exchanged several rounds and fought each other in the blink of an eye.

Oakley felt that the opponent’s strength was a little strange. It was obviously not as good as his, but there was a feminine power that invaded his body, as if tempting his blood to burn.

“Blood Manipulation…You are!”

Oakley felt it was becoming more and more familiar, and suddenly his expression became serious as if he remembered something, revealing shock and disbelief, but in an instant, endless anger came over him.

“No, you are definitely not him! He was my idol! It can’t be a weak, decadent waste like you!”

Amid shouts, black flames surged, and Oakley attacked the homeless man with a ferocious look. Even though the homeless man intended to lead the aerial combat, many innocent buildings and vehicles were still affected.

The originally quiet neighborhood suddenly became noisy.

The terrified screams of the crowd and the sirens of vehicles pierced the night sky.

The homeless man laughed at himself while defending himself: “I didn’t expect… that I still have fans now.”

“Shut up!” Oakley seemed to have broken through his defense, and his attack was like a thunderstorm, without any gaps.

The tramp didn’t care and continued to talk when he had time.

“The dark side can never be dispelled. Restraint is the best way. Those who try to eliminate darkness will only fall into darkness faster and become new evils.”

“A world that is either black or white cannot create a utopia.”

“I don’t know where your abilities come from, but ask yourself when you were an ordinary person, would you be willing to live in a world that was supervised by the extraordinary?”

Oakley finally couldn’t stand his noise anymore and roared.

“You don’t understand anything! Your current existence is the greatest blasphemy to your past self! Captain Jamie!”

Hearing this familiar name, Jamie was slightly startled and was almost hit by Oakley’s wings.

“You like my old self… Then let me tell you, that was the me who was the best at acting, the most hypocritical, and the most disgusting me!”

Jamie also unleashed his true fire, and Oakley could no longer hold back the blood in his body. A layer of blood mist seeped out of his skin in the black flames.

“I can’t protect anything like that! I can only watch the commander-in-chief being killed and the once great country being torn apart!”

“America no longer exists, and Captain Jamie no longer exists.”

“This is my true self now!”

Jamie once lived in the natural kingdom for a year, slept in the open air, hovered between life and death many times, broke through his limits, and his abilities have been greatly improved.

Controlling the enemy’s blood in attacks like this is a new method he has mastered. Not only that, his endurance and weakness period have also been greatly enhanced.

But in the end, he could not bear the division of the country, the backstabbing of his father’s family, and the disappointment of the people. He came to the country of drug lords in despair and spent his days drunk, which was a way of escaping from reality.

The two stopped talking and used deadly moves. They slowly rose into the air, away from the buildings on the ground. It was like dark clouds were rolling up in the sky, with flashes of red lightning.

The Citizen Gang headquarters.

On the rooftop, a woman watched the battle in the sky and nudged the silent person next to her with her arm, who seemed to blend into the darkness of the night.

“Carlos, do you know what’s going on?”

Carlos stared at it silently for a while: “One is Jamie, and the other… should be a new extraordinary person, a bit like a black angel.”

“Hey, why are they fighting here? Do you want to stop them?” Dana sighed.

That’s right, the Citizen Gang is the masterpiece of the brother and sister duo Dana and Carlos.

When Carlos received Hasam’s invitation in the Land of Conflict, although he joined the Sword of Damocles organization, the first thing he did was to ask Hasam to help him go to Ami to pick up his sister Dana and settle her back in the country of drug lords.

Although they almost grew up in Maicheng, Amei really failed to bring them any sense of belonging. In their memories, there were only prostitution, gambling and drugs, which seemed to have nothing to do with their hometown… no, it was even worse.

Especially after the split, I lost my identity even more and was filled with confusion.

So after discussion, they finally decided to return to the country of drug lords and return to their hometown.

Later, in view of the chaos in the country and the fact that they had no one they knew in their hometown, Dana and Carlos found Morelia, the capital of a state where there were no major drug lords, and founded a citizen gang, hoping to help the country out of the quagmire through their own methods and understanding.

Because they have no experience in governance, they are implementing the policy with great caution, fearing that any action they take will bring more serious consequences to the people.

In addition, Carlos had to go to Africa from time to time to participate in organizational operations, so Dana also focused on stability.

While managing the gang and accumulating experience, you can also learn knowledge and improve yourself.

To break up the fight?
After hearing Dana’s words, Carlos fell into thought.

He has always tried his best to avoid appearing in public, and his threats to other gangs have been made in private, keeping a low profile.

Prevent the city from attracting the attention of other forces and disrupting their slow-moving plans.

They come from the lower class of society, so naturally they don’t want the people at the lower class to suffer unnecessary disasters.

Carlos thought for a few seconds, finally raised his head, turned around, turned into a falcon, and flew towards the two.

(End of this chapter)