Darkness Rises

Chapter 4 Violence
"Mr. Lankokhov, please, help me!"

Manhattan, Meat Packing District, on the roof of a five-story meat processing factory, Patray, the burly lobby manager, knelt down on the ground, begging two blond men frantically.

This is a stronghold of Russian gangsters in Manhattan. This factory building looks like a meat processing factory, but it is actually full of gangsters and countless underground activities that violate the law.

Brothers Vladimir and Anatoly Rankhov, the bosses of the Russian gang in New York's underworld, watched the pleading man at their feet.

They knew Patras. After all, the Russians in Manhattan, regardless of the upper class or the lower gangs, could have a certain relationship.

And tonight's big show, the two also contributed a lot for their boss.

But when Patras was turned away by the boss's personal bodyguard "Bullseye" Dex to the rooftop and thrown in front of the two of them, the Lankokhov brothers, who were still relieved to complete the task assigned by the boss, immediately fell into a trap. In a state of bewilderment.

Especially when it was learned from Patras that he almost messed up the boss's plan, the two well-known ruthless New York underground gangsters instantly fell into panic.

How dare they agree to each other's request at this time, the two brothers looked at each other uncomfortably, and couldn't help but took two steps back, away from that damned bastard.

So as not to be implicated by him!

The sound of the engine sounded in the night, and three black Cadillac SUVs drove towards here quickly.

Although the Manhattan night is full of passion, but no one will come to this place full of crime and gangsters.

So the three cars are so eye-catching in the night.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The car stopped downstairs of the factory building, and there was a quick sound of opening and closing doors, and countless black-clothed bodyguards walked out of the car with grim expressions.

They quickly surrounded the luxury Escalade in the middle, and when the door opened, Ivan and his butler got out of the car.

"Felix, go check the results of the Lankhovs first!"

"Yes, Mr. Hammer!"

The old butler disappeared into the shadow of the building with a few bodyguards, and Ivan looked up at the roof, his expression quickly turned cold.

Gwen Stacy refused his request to send him home, so he had to return here alone.

Tonight he was supposed to put on a good show of a hero saving the beauty!
However, the pretentious play in the early stage was quite successful, but at the last moment, the damn lobby manager had an accident, although he was disrupted by that fat little Ned.

But that's not why he calls out his name!

He may expose the plan he arranged, or cause the risk of failure of the system task!
No matter how small this risk is, it is not something he can tolerate.

"Mr. Hammer!"

When Aiwen appeared on the rooftop, three Russians greeted him in unison, while Dex remained cool and quiet as always.

Patras didn't hesitate at this time, and almost rolled to Aiwen's feet, his burly body cowered, begging for mercy with regret on his face.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hammer, please forgive me, I..."

Ai Wen didn't listen to his justification at all, and reached forward with both hands instantly, grabbing the collar of the opponent, and the strong man of more than 230 kilograms was easily lifted.

Looking at each other's terrified eyes coldly, Ivan said coldly: "Damn you!"

"boom!"

The sturdy body was like a doll, and was thrown out by Aiwen, hitting the parapet on the roof.

You must know that Aiwen, who is a descendant of the night elves, is not as physically thin as his slender body.

This race is an opponent that can fight against the Asgardian Protoss, and it does not belong to the category of ordinary people!

Before Patras could adapt to the painful shocks in his body, he was horrified to see Ivan walking up.

Immediately, fists slammed on his body like raindrops, the huge force left him no room to resist at all.

I could only hear screams of pain and blood flying everywhere.

The Lankokhov brothers who were standing on the side took two steps back involuntarily. They wished they could become transparent people and not be noticed by their furious boss.

The scene in front of them was bloody enough, but this was not the reason for their fear.

The two brothers, who had seen Aiwen's true power, had only boundless fear in their hearts for this young boss who subdued him.

Soon, Patras could no longer scream, only weak moans of pain remained, proving that he was still alive.

Ai Wen stood up straight, pulled off the collar, revealing the white shirt that had been soaked in blood.

Pulling up Patras' already somewhat inhuman body, Ivan said coldly, "Stand up straight!"

Even though he was dying, the strong sense of fear remained, which prompted Patras, who was no longer able to think, to try to straighten his body crookedly.

Aiwen smiled coldly, and yanked Patras by his collar. The poor man standing on the top of the building followed the force, his whole body turned over the parapet, and fell to the ground!
"boom!"

The black SUV was crushed by the body that fell from the roof, glass and car body fragments flew in all directions, and the poor man couldn't die anymore.

The bodyguards who were taken aback glanced at the roof, and quickly regained their composure when they saw the cold face of their boss looking down.

The corpses were quickly cleaned up, and the smashed vehicles were also quickly dragged away, as if all this had been rehearsed countless times.

"Vladimir!"

The elder brother of Lankokhov's body trembled, and when he heard the voice of the boss calling him, he immediately stepped forward and stood respectfully in front of Ivan.

"boss!"

Ai Wen took out his handkerchief, wiped the blood stains on his hands and face, and asked in a cold voice, "How is the investigation on the dock going?"

It was as if what happened just now was just an afternoon tea, insignificant and not worth mentioning!
"Boss, we have captured an Irishman. According to your wishes, you can interrogate him yourself." Vladimir's attitude was extremely respectful.

"Well, bring him up!"

Hearing Aiwen's words, Anatoly, the younger brother of the Lankokhov brothers, immediately walked to the iron gate leading from the top of the building to the downstairs, said a word hastily, and saw a bruised face White men were brought up.

Anatoly grabbed the opponent fiercely and brought him in front of Ivan.

"His name is Grotto, one of the Irishmen, and he was involved in what happened last night!"

Looking at the remains of blood flying across the roof and Ivan covered in blood, the Irishman Grotto showed a sneer of disdain.

"Are you pretending to show me on purpose, thinking that you can bluff me? You underestimate us Irish."

Immediately, his eyes scrutinized Aiwen back and forth, and suddenly laughed: "Haha, Lankhov, this is the boss hidden behind you. It turns out that he is such an underage boy. What are you Russians doing?" Time to be a babysitter?"

The Lankokhov brothers didn't dare to argue at all, they just looked at the ignorant fool in front of them with sympathy.

I've been upset enough tonight, Ivan doesn't want to waste any more time on these wastes.

He lifted his right hand lightly, and a red light emerged out of thin air, wrapping around Grotto's hands.

The other party looked at this scene in astonishment, but still didn't understand what was going on.

Starting from the fingertips of his hands, the flesh and nails instantly turned into fly ash, and were quickly peeled off from the finger bones, flying into the air like gravel.

"what!!!"

Severe pain invaded his brain in an instant, and Grotto's miserable screams resounded through the night.

The Lankokhov brothers looked at each other in horror, and the power that frightened them finally appeared!

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(End of this chapter)