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Chapter 111 A New Gift
George Stacey nearly lost all his hair when he heard the news of the midnight bar bombing.

It's really a wave of upheaval.

The case of Stark's assassination is not yet closed.

Another bombing occurred in New York.

Still in the end of the thunderstorm, people panic.

George felt that he had no fate with the position of director.

He sat in the office and made himself a cup of coffee, looking at the sky outside melancholy.

Because of a series of problems after the thunderstorm, the entire NYPD was completely emptied of staff, and the streets were full of NYPD people maintaining law and order.

Maintain law and order in rich and middle-class areas.

As for some slums and specific areas, let them fend for themselves.

Before dawn, George didn't want his good subordinates to be reimbursed in those places full of villains.

Yes, George Stacy was talking about lawless places like Hell's Kitchen.

It's a place full of villains and gangs, and it's a notoriously chaotic area.

But this time, Deputy Director George Stacy guessed wrong.

He thought that the chaotic area was exactly the most peaceful and safe area.

Because someone here suppressed everything.

In a high-end sports car, a pair of eyes stared mercilessly at the street.

There was blood everywhere on the street.

A group of professionals was washing the ground, they used chemical reagents to wash away the blood on the ground, and carried the dead gangsters into the car to be thrown into the Hudson River.

A man in a black suit, white gloves, and meticulously combed hair is leading his men to maintain law and order.

He came and went, his footsteps like the knocking of hell.

Those gang members were silent when they heard these voices.

Those gang members who were rebellious and wanted to take advantage of the chaos in New York to make a fortune are now squatting on the ground obediently.

The dishonest ones all lay in the cold garage and turned into cold corpses.

Just now, Mr. Weasley led a group of strong men with weapons in hand to "clean up" all disobedient people.

The remaining gangsters threw away their weapons one by one and held their heads in their hands.

They dare not give birth to the heart of resistance.

Because they knew Mr. Weasley.

So they knew who was in the car behind Mr. Weasley.

They watched the car carefully, wondering what their fate was.

Was it disposed of, or was it a fluke or something?
Mr. Weasley is just a tool to do things, he can't be the master here.

The ones who can really decide their life and death are the people in that car.

Gold and.

The emperor of New York's underground world, the one and only underground overlord.

In fact, these people still have a little doubt in their hearts, that is why Jin Bing suddenly changed his methods?

In the past, Jin Bing managed this place with a very loose method.

He's not that strict.

His management of the New York gang is equivalent to a tax system.

He delegated power to various gangs, as long as he could give him enough benefits, he would not manage the details of these gangs in detail.

This was originally a matter of convention, but there was a mistake tonight.

Jin and forcefully expropriated the power of all the gangs here tonight.

Those who are obedient live, those who want to resist, die!
Hell's Kitchen is the last stop of his plan this time.

After all this is done, Jinbin's plan can begin.

Listening to the wailing of those miscellaneous things outside, Jin Bing sat on the wide back seat and closed his eyes to meditate.

This luxury car was custom-made for him. He was smoking a cigar in the back seat, but his eyes had turned scarlet.

Fortunately, when he closed his eyes, no one could see the color of his eyes.

He drank the potion and inherited the power of hell, apart from himself, only the angel Manny knew.

The angel Manny was "silenced", and only one person knew Jin Bin's secret.

Sitting in the back seat, Jin Bing slowly took out a small bottle.

Inside this small bottle is the so-called fountain of youth.

He shook the fountain of youth slightly, and heard the voice inside.

"Sad bug, do you want to gain the power of immortality?
Then come to us.

Green bells, silver wheels and red pots, find us and we will grant you immortal power..."

This is an extremely bewitching sound.

In the past, maybe Jin would not be tempted, but now Jin is not what it used to be.

He no longer knows everything, he only knows the orphanage Wilson who climbed up step by step.

He is Kim Bin.

He is the underground king of New York, and he has a lot of geniuses in the gutter.

During the battle that day, he keenly discovered some news that could subvert the calm surface of this world.

He found a loophole in the world.

The fire of his ambition began to burn blazingly.

After his secretary's part-time assistant Weasley killed the old leader and installed a new agent, King tapped his crutch and motioned for Weasley to come up and drive.

"Go to Chinatown and meet Mrs. Gao. I heard that she is going to cooperate with me in some illegal drug business."

Hearing this plan, he felt extremely disdainful towards Mrs. Gao.

A powerful master who has countless dead soldiers under his orders would even think of buying and selling illegal drugs in New York.

No wonder the world has been peaceful for so many years.

How could the world change with these wastes alone.

A world without change is a stagnant pool.

Only a world that can flow is a healthy world.

Jin Bing loosened his tie, looked at the flying scenery outside the window, and knew that his chance had come.

With the same ability, giving a waste and giving him gold will have different results.

He is like a tiger, a tiger that was originally locked in a cage.

Even if there are jaws that bite people to death, majestic minions, they only have the fate of being restrained and watched.

Now, his fate has been changed. The tiger was not only released from the cage, but also given wings.

Kim was never a man without ambition.

Quite the opposite.

From the orphanage to the present, what supports Jin Bing is his ambition!
He tapped his cane and looked at the tall buildings outside.

He knew that one day, this city, even this country, this planet will have a name.

This name is not Jinbin.

Nor would he be the underground emperor who couldn't even use his real name.

He wants to appear in this world aboveboard, and he wants to call himself more famous than Tony Stark.

He wants everyone here to know a name.

The name is Wilson.

Wilson Fisk!

……

Before dawn.

Zhao Song sat cross-legged in the clean room of the gymnasium.

He was very restless, and after using a trick to drive away the wolf, his mind was full of the scene of Satan and Gabriel fighting.

For that kind of battle between gods, he is not afraid at all.

Instead, his blood boils now.

"Is this the charm of the battle of the gods?"

Zhao Song's mind is full of space transformation, and it's all about the great power that can change the world with just a few gestures.

He calmed down after reciting the mantra on both sides.

This world is extremely dangerous, but also extremely interesting.

It is no longer boring, as long as you have strength, you can meet more powerful people.

Not only was he not frightened by everything tonight, but he was even more excited.

After changing his clothes, since he has the disaster avoidance technique, he doesn't need to take a bath.

He changed his clothes, put on Tongtian Incense, and smelled the strange fragrance.

Jinmu Yuanjun was still so "poor and miserable", she walked out of the mist.

As soon as Zhao Song pulled his arm, he pulled those poor demons over.

Jinmu Yuanjun's eyes lit up when he saw this.

"interesting."

As soon as she clapped her plain hands, one of those demons turned into a wisp of green smoke, which was sucked into the stomach of Jinmu Yuanjun.

These more than 30 demons were eaten up by Jinmu Yuanjun in a short while.

After Jinmu Yuanjun ate these demons, she was satisfied.

"tasty."

Glancing at the bodhi rosary on Zhao Song's wrist, Jinmu Yuanjun said, "You are getting more and more understanding of my slave's thoughts.

But it's not easy for you, look, look, even your rosary has been broken a few times. "

It was not easy for her to speak, and she said again: "But I like the things you gave me very much, and I must find some more for my slave in the future, they can be regarded as snacks.

What do you want this time?
Forget it, I won't ask you anymore, all you want are petty things.

The servants who saw it were all angry.

You work for me, why have I treated you badly?
I know what you want, it's nothing more than some tricks and tricks, this time I won't ask, just give you this. "

She patted Zhao Song on the head and disappeared.

Zhao Song didn't find out when she left, he felt a Taoism appeared in his mind, this Taoism was very "wild", and he couldn't digest it.

As a last resort, he sat down cross-legged, and Zhao Song didn't open his eyes until noon the next day.

"The art of controlling objects, the method of controlling swords?"

Zhao Song did not expect that this is such a Taoist method.

There is no name for this Taoist method. The first part is about the art of controlling objects, and the latter part is about the method of controlling swords.

Zhao Song read it several times vertically and horizontally. In these words, there was a line of big characters written crookedly.

"math."

The technique of controlling objects is a basic technique, and when it comes to the technique of controlling a sword, it is an advanced technique.

The method of controlling the sword, as the number of swords increases, it will also begin to increase.

In the end it will become a sword array.

This is the same as his formation.

So this method of controlling things teaches "mind force". Zhao Song understands it this way.

It's almost the same.

With this skill of controlling the sword, Zhao Song knew what treasure chest his [-] disciples wanted.

The method of refining swords.

Different swords have different difficulties in controlling swords. Zhao Song has not yet reached the level of controlling swords, so he needs to learn.

Learn mathematics first, and finally you can become a "locust" with a sword.

Only Xueba has the power to change the world.

Of course, if he was both a top student and bald, wouldn't it be easier to change the world?

Zhao Song glanced at his hair from the mirror.

Forget it, his hair still looks good, and it won't fall out in a while.

Zhao Song concentrated on his studies.

This technique of controlling objects, the technique of controlling swords, currently the most beneficial to him is the use of refining qi and transforming gods.

He could turn all the blood in his body into consciousness.

The God of Refining Qi and Transforming God is not just the same as divine consciousness.

What Zhao Song needs most now is this kind of spiritual consciousness. The powerful spiritual consciousness can make him start calculations on a large scale in his brain, which is of great benefit to his formation.

This technique of controlling objects and controlling swords seems very barbaric.

It doesn't look like a product that has been researched and surveyed by several generations of immortals and Taoists.

This thing seems to have been figured out by someone and passed on to future generations.

Among the descendants, there was a literate person who recorded this thing.

Speaking of literariness, this technique of controlling objects and controlling the sword is really not very good.

This can be seen from the boundary.

The realm division of this technique of controlling objects is very natural.

This realm division is like a big tree, divided into leaves, branches, and roots.

Ye Fa practiced to the extreme, you can fly sand and rocks, branch method practiced to the extreme, you can move mountains and mountains, root method cultivated, you can cook mountains and seas, and shoot the sun through the air.

Zhao Song looked at this method with a rosary in his hand, and patted his thigh.

Good stuff, good stuff.

The danger was not in vain. He remembered that when he watched a movie, there was a guy named Ebony Maw in the movie, who was the strategist of Thanos.

This ebony throat is very ugly, but its movements are very handsome. It does not shake forward when casting spells. When it is stretched out and swiped, cars and stones are flying everywhere, as it moves.

This should be the so-called leaf level, right?

Wouldn't it be more powerful to move mountains and mountains upwards?

Refining essence to transform gas, refining gas to transform spirit.

Zhao Song figured out these two words, and asked Blade Warrior to bring Grand Duke Dracula over. Zhao Song untied Grand Duke Dracula. Being a werewolf wanted to kill Zhao Song.

Don't talk to Grand Duke Dracula about running away or turning into a bat.

Grand Duke Dracula knew, but he didn't want to!

He was absorbed as a blood bag for so much time and endured so much torture, now he wants nothing but revenge!
He wanted to kill the man in front of him!
(End of this chapter)