Sentinel

Chapter 53 The Curtain Opens
Hell's Kitchen is located in the busiest area of ​​Manhattan in New York. This chaotic place known as the "hotbed of evil" is like a shadow under the sun. The general laws of civilized society do not work as expected here. Punks and gangsters who prefer to settle problems with fists and force.

As night falls quietly, this area where gangsters are all over the place glows with a different kind of vitality every night, those scantily clad street girls, gangsters selling drug pills everywhere, vicious tattooed men, they are like It is a burrowing animal that drilled out of the ground, living in the poor and dilapidated slums.

Of course, this is just the living conditions of those low-level people. They are humble and unnoticed in Hell’s Kitchen, like tireless worker ants, working hard for the gang leaders who control the neighborhood, earning a meager salary. In this chaotic and sinful land, life is difficult and numb.

Hellfire Club.

Wesley was sitting in the box on the second floor, with a gentle smile on his gentle face. Since Jin Bin's death, he has accepted all the inheritance of the underworld emperor, and under Sean's instructions, most of the illegal business The land and land were all given to the Hand and the Irish, and he used the large sum of money he raised to complete the laundering and transfer of the property under his name.

James Wesley, the personal assistant who originally hid behind the scenes and dedicated himself to managing the company's business, has suddenly become a well-known real estate upstart in New York.

Wesley, who has huge wealth and amazing property, doesn't need to bow his knees anymore, and doesn't need to smile every day. Now he only needs to remain loyal to the young boss.

"Mr. James, the group of drug dealers in Mexico, they disagree with the distribution you proposed. After Jin was gone, the Cowen brothers became more and more arrogant. They even said that sooner or later it will be their turn to make decisions in Hell's Kitchen."

An intelligence broker said cautiously that many people in Hell's Kitchen were talking about this gentle man in front of him, and the thrilling story of how he killed Jin Bin and Bullseye, replaced the once vicious emperor of the underworld, and succeeded in ascending to the throne was widely circulated in the bar.

The ups and downs of the plot, the ups and downs, the twists and turns, are so wonderful that it is almost believable. Wesley will feel dumbfounded when he hears these gossips occasionally. The truth of the matter is that he did nothing at all, and was promoted by the young boss this location.

"Brother Corvin, they're not happy with the share I've proposed... Well, tell Vladimir and Anatoly, don't the Russians really want a foothold in Hell's Kitchen, get rid of Brother Corvin, port transport I will leave the trade to them."

Wesley opened a bottle of red wine and poured a glass for the intelligence broker. He lowered his glasses and smiled gently: "There is a lot of business in Hell's Kitchen, the Hand, the Irish, and the Mexicans, these people occupy the best territory, but they are far from being satisfied, grabbing food like mad dogs, not even leaving leftovers to others.”

"Business doesn't work like this. Everyone has to share the cake to make it bigger and bigger. Are you right?"

The information broker nodded subconsciously. He was just a small person who made a living in Hell's Kitchen. He sold information about gangsters, or sold other information to earn commissions. The big shots run errands.

"I gave up Jinbin's illegal business, and transferred all the smuggling trade and heroin factory, so many people think that I am no longer worthy of fear after losing many thugs. Without those sites, my dignity can be let others Trampling... But they don't know that I own 80.00% of the land in Hell's Kitchen, the ships they smuggled, the factory warehouses, all of them are mine!"

Wesley sipped the scarlet liquid, breathed a sigh of relief, and continued: "My boss said that there is no future in being a gangster. I want to be the one who divides the cake and the one who sets the rules of the game. I don't want to touch illegal business. Then It’s because I’m afraid of getting my hands dirty, as a law-abiding citizen in New York, how could I possibly go into drug trafficking!?”

This gentle man was leaning on the sofa. Under his seemingly gentle appearance, there was a palpitating sharpness. He stared at the trembling intelligence broker, and said in a flat voice: "Send me a message, starting today, if you want to If you do business in Hell's Kitchen, you have to follow my rules, otherwise I guarantee that no box of his smuggled goods will be shipped to the port, and the drugs in the warehouse will not be sold until they are moldy!"

"...You will become a public enemy, Mr. James." The intelligence broker's voice trembled, and the gentle man opposite him was really crazy. "All gangs in Hell's Kitchen will be your enemies!"

"No, after tonight, there will only be one voice in Hell's Kitchen." A smile appeared on Wesley's face, and the young boss had cleared all obstacles for him.

The intelligence broker left with mixed feelings. He could almost imagine how much turmoil Hell's Kitchen would experience after he spread the news.

This gentle man who usurped Jin and all his properties undoubtedly wanted to steal money from all the gangsters. How could those vicious thugs tolerate someone putting their hands into their pockets? Even Jin did not do this kind of extermination things.

Wesley quietly drank the red wine in his glass. He remembered the promise made by his young boss, the new ruler of Hell's Kitchen, the new emperor of New York's underground world...

Rao couldn't help but feel a burst of excitement because of his city, Wesley took out his phone and dialed the boss's number: "Everything is ready, Daredevil and his group have been dispatched, they plan to rescue Danny- After Rand, blow up the whole building."

"Wow... The people in Murakami probably know the exciting idea. The two groups will collide soon, and the good show is about to begin."

There was a slight panting sound from the other end of the phone, and it seemed that a woman's moan could be heard vaguely, which made Wesley feel a little embarrassed. His boss was really energetic.

"Uh……"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just exercising... Well, take this opportunity to clean up the group of gangsters in one fell swoop, and get rid of all the disobedient ones. All the power in Erica's hands will be given to you to command. Tonight, Hell's Kitchen is your home turf!"

"Don't disturb the boss, you can continue to exercise." Silently clearing up the gratitude welling up in his heart, Wesley hung up the phone.

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The other end of Hell's Kitchen.

In the lounge of the financial company in Midtown, Sean was shirtless, standing in front of the bright French windows. After tonight, the building under his feet will no longer exist, and the forces controlled by the other fingers of the Hand will follow suit. It fell apart together.

"Five fingers, nothing compares to a fist." Sean said softly.

He turned around and looked at Erica who was sitting on the bed, half-covering her beautiful body with the quilt, and said with certainty: "After the Hand, there will only be one leader, you who exist as Black Sky, Erica-Nakis."

Erica, with disheveled black hair and flushed cheeks, chuckled lightly, no longer her usual indifference, and walked slowly to the man's side, her cold voice revealing a hint of coquettishness: "Anyway, everything is yours."

Sean glanced at the clock on the wall, and said lightly: "Cut off your past, Erica, I should go see Danny Rand too, open that door, and see the legend that people can live forever." What a keel that is not old, but resurrected from the dead looks like."

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(End of this chapter)