The five of them all looked at the entrance of the alley. There was a strange roaring sound, and a big black thing blocked the way out of the alley, roaring towards it!
What is that...
In the darkness, Mike squinted his eyes, but he still couldn't see clearly what was coming.
Then, the dazzling lights came on, making the eyes of the five people sting.
Briefly blind, they all raised their hands to cover their eyes.
"As soon as you see the light tomorrow, lie down on the wall!"
Max, the remnant soldier at that time, opened his eyes wide: No way? !
Is he really here? !
Having to believe what was happening in front of him, Mike whispered in Foley's ear before the car rushed over.
The two thin children were in a blind state, their bodies tightly pressed against the wall of the alley.
A gust of wind blew and took away the three Leslie brothers.
There was a crash at the end of the alley.
His vision recovered a little, and Mike Downs watched the Ford Model T fall backwards, then rush forward again, and hit the wall at the end of the alley heavily for the second time.
With a click, the car door opened, and a figure jumped out of the car. He was wearing a pair of leather shoes that were obviously too big. He used a flashlight to smooth out some footprints on the ground, and then fled from the alley with Mike and Foley on his shoulders.
After escaping under a railroad bridge over the Hudson River, he threw the old leather shoes into a burning iron barrel.
Then, the young man named Peter Barry finally sat down.
The firelight illuminated his handsome face, with a lazy smile on his lips: "How about it, how does it feel when the work is done?"
Mike and Foley have not yet recovered from the shock. They are both panting and looking at Peter Barry with wide eyes.
"Give them...give..." Foley's fingers trembled with his voice.
"Shh!" Peter Barry quickly raised a finger to his lips, "People from other forces stole a car and did it to them!
"It has nothing to do with us." He winked.
"But..." Mike Downs still couldn't believe that a man who had just moved to this street would give Leslie Brothers to... the next day.
"But why did you do that?" Mike Downes needed an answer - he didn't want to be associated with a madman.
The smile at the corner of Peter Barry's mouth faded, and he showed a very serious expression: "Man, to be honest, I know what kind of people the Leslie brothers are.
“Almost every slum or downtown has guys like this.
“They are lawless and extremely dangerous – a huge threat to people in the entire neighbourhood.
"Besides, I know that the correctional officers will not care about them at all. Those who hold sticks and whistles on their chests have a lot of money donated by the gang in their pockets...
“I believe in a truth – if you want a good living environment, you can only create it yourself.
"Besides..." Peter walked up to Mike, took out the knife from his pocket, and waved it in front of Mike's eyes, "Don't you have the same idea as me?
"The difference is," Peter Barry nodded his forehead, "I don't plan to risk my life while dealing with a few venomous snakes.
"After all, the business of transforming our lives has just begun."
Under the firelight, there was still a worried expression on Foley's long face: "Won't the whistles find you?"
Peter narrowed his eyes: "The whistlers are hoping that these few scourges will be eliminated so that they can be quieter - the adults in the lower city also think so.
"Believe me, they will think this tragedy is a dispute in the underworld...
"No one is interested in pursuing it further."
After saying that, he walked up to Fulai and spread his hands.
"What?" Foley asked.
"It's a guy thing."
With a confused expression, Foley put his knife in Peter's hand.
Then, he did something that surprised both of them.
Peter turned around and threw the two knives into the Hudson River.
Gu: "We are not knife-wielding people." He turned around, his expression still serious.
"With the Leslie brothers gone, the era of the knife is over,"
"If we still carry this thing in our arms, then we will become the new Leslie Brothers..."
After helping Mike and Foley tidy up their appearance, he said with a smile: "Then, let's do it again.
"Nice to meet you, my name is Peter Barry - what are your names?"
Mike and Foley looked at each other:
"Mike Downs."
"Fry Rachel."
"Very good." Peter raised his brows, took out the cookie jar again, poured two cookies into his palm, and handed them to the two of them.
Two hands were raised. At first, he hesitated like a timid little beast, and then, as if he mustered up the courage, he picked up the star-shaped biscuit from the palm of his hand.
Mike finally felt a little hungry, put the cookie in his mouth, and bit it into pieces.
Click.
The warm sweetness spread in his mouth, and he chewed on dried blueberries.
"Doesn't it taste good?" Peter Barry smiled. "My grandma baked it."
After that night, as Peter Barry said, the correctional officers determined that the three Leslie brothers died from strife in the underground world.
But the people in the underground world didn't care at all about the death of the three little gangsters who robbed the drunkard.
There was peace in Xiacheng District. Even more peaceful than before.
In this peace, Peter Barry's "era" began.
With his extraordinary charisma, extraordinary intelligence and courage, Peter soon became the "King of Children" in downtown.
All the children loved and respected him.
Everyone dreams of getting the cookies in his handy cookie jar.
Mike, Foley and Holly, as well as several children, gained Barry's approval and could often hang out with him.
"Like a noisy army" an adult from the lower city once described them.
However, although Peter and his gang were naughty, they did not act as recklessly as the Leslie brothers, so they were not too controlled.
The story is full of sunshine up to this point, until that fateful encounter.
That night, people poured out of the boxing ring into the streets.
A veteran, representing "Xiacheng District" became the new "New Testament Boxing Champion".
The entire downtown area was boiling. The poor people felt extremely proud after hearing the news. Peter Barry and others were also filled with joy and excitement.
It was already dark, but they still gathered in the open space of an abandoned construction site, around the iron barrel bonfire, and excitedly discussed the downtown boxer named Fagal Taylor.
While talking and laughing, Mike patted Peter Barry on the shoulder: "He's here again."
Peter looked in the direction Mike indicated, and he saw a thin child sitting on the edge where the firelight could shine.
The shadow seemed to cover him like a blanket.
A pair of eyes sparkled with desire, but he didn't dare to get close because of shyness.
Peter Barry had met this child before.
At almost every gathering, you can see this child watching from a distance with an envious expression.
I heard that he crossed the Atlantic Ocean with his parents and came to Newland.
However, I don’t know what happened. People haven’t seen his parents for a long time.
People don't know his full name, they only know that he calls himself "Pan".
A somewhat weird child, as tiny as dust, was ignored by the people in the lower city.
