American Comics: The Invincible Wheel of Fortune

Looking at the scene in front of him that made people confused, the Punisher had only one feeling in his heart. Damn it, he was too gentle just now. These beasts should be treated slowly one by one, using the most cruel and violent methods. Means, let them go to hell to regret why they can do such a thing that is worse than a pig or a dog.

Barbara's face also turned uglier, but it wasn't that the discomfort she felt just now had deepened, but it had turned into anger, anger towards Mrs. Gao, the rivals, Kingpin and those lawless bastards in Hell's Kitchen.

There was also a nameless karma burning in Aaron's heart. He didn't have time to think about justice, good and evil, right and wrong, but simply seeing this kind of thing harming its own kind, he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart.

Aaron nodded. Twenty-eight blind people were divided into four rows around two long tables. The tables were filled with brick-sized pieces of white powder wrapped in plastic. Looking at the other tools on the table, The three of them also understood that they were unpacking the washing powder, wrapping it into small bags, then printing a unique mark on it, wrapping them in batches, and then putting them into backpacks.

The reason why so many blind people are found to do this is obvious.

This kind of reselling of washing powder is often shown in movies and TV series. The Mexican washing powder group controls a group of naked ladies. They do this work because they are afraid that someone will hide their secrets, and they also control the workers' families and relatives as a threat.

Mrs. Gao just did it even more brilliantly. She used various illegal means and channels, such as trafficking, coercion, kidnapping, etc., to get a group of people at the bottom of society, turn them into illegal workers, stowaways, and simply give them away. Being blind, you can't witness the crime at all, and you can't serve as a witness, because you don't know what you are doing, and you have nowhere to escape.

To be precise, there was no condition to escape at all.

Look at the appearance of these blind people. Although they are panicked when something happens, they still dare not move around, let alone run. If they bump into each other, they will twitch subconsciously, and then quickly move away, but just Don't dare to leave your position.

This is obviously muscle memory learned from birth.

What a "perfect" labor force, what a "impeccable" secrecy method. She is worthy of being an old witch who has survived for hundreds of years. This bad water brewed directly from the middle and lower part of the body.

Seeing that there was no panic, Aaron was a little relieved. Otherwise, there were so many people, all disabled people, and he really couldn't hold it.

Aaron followed the light of the tactical flashlight and walked to the long table. He reached out and picked up a small white plastic bag. It was about the size of a Fengyoujing box. It was flat. He squeezed it. It contained a layer of washing powder. The small white bag was There is a red mark on it.

Aaron looked carefully. There was a pattern outlined with thick lines printed on it, which seemed to be a long winding snake. Aaron's heart moved, and some long-lasting memories from before the time traveled came to mind.

This is one of Kunlun's marks, which is the Immortal Iron Fist's double-winged dragon tattoo mark, with the wings removed.

Aaron didn't read many stories about the Hand, Immortal Iron Fist, and the Defenders in his previous life. He only remembered that this mark was used by Madam Gao to disgust Kunlun, and it seemed to be meant to confuse Iron Fist Danny Rand. Now it seems , somewhat petty and unworthy of publicity.

Aaron picked up two small bags and gently threw them to Barbara and the Punisher.

The Punisher glanced at it, threw it back on the table, and said, "A mark I haven't seen before."

After reading it, Barbara said: "This is the product Mrs. Gao brought over. I heard it is the latest type of laundry detergent. It is said to be 'better' than all other products currently available in the illegal market."

Both of them only thought that this mark was the mark of the Hand, and Aaron did not explain it specifically.

"Go out and talk."

The three of them exited this panic-stricken room, and Barbara said, "I'll contact the bureau right now. We should retreat."

This was all agreed upon. The four of them, Aaron, would be responsible for attacking and raiding this stronghold, and the rest would be handed over to SHIELD. The four of them would not have to worry about how to deal with the follow-up.

The Punisher frowned and said to Barbara: "Make sure your department doesn't hand the case back to the Hell's Kitchen Police Department."

"...Well, I will emphasize it."

All three of them knew that if this fell to the Hell's Kitchen Police Station, it would definitely go around in a circle and go back again, and the evidence would be stolen or handed over incorrectly, and eventually it would fall back into the hands of those bastards.

Barbara was about to contact her superiors when Erica's voice suddenly reached the three people's headphones: "Uh, guys, there's a situation."

"Three police patrol cars are coming here. They are less than 300 meters away."

"Hmph, this is when Hell's Kitchen's police presence is most efficient." Punisher spat, with an expression on his face that said, "I just know this."

Aaron also felt a bit out of place. Although it had nothing to do with him, he was in the police system after all. Anyone who could tell was the NYPD. As a police officer, he really couldn't tell what was going on in Hell's Kitchen.

"The bureau has clearly made arrangements before, but are you still here..." Barbara also frowned, and none of them showed any surprised expressions, obviously they had expected this situation.

To carry out such an operation, all aspects must be arranged. No matter how chaotic Hell's Kitchen is, it is still Manhattan, New York. Things that are too noisy and out of the circle cannot be ended.

Before the operation, Barbara had already applied for a blasting permit from the city government through SHIELD's connections and resources. All units should have received notices that there would be blasting operations at this time in the area, and the police station was no exception. .

But the police still came so quickly. There were not just one patrol car, but three. In addition to receiving salary, this policeman was also receiving money from someone else and working part-time for someone. Needless to say.

"Mrs. Gao's goods."

When Aaron mentioned it, both of them realized that they must not be beaten, at least before the police peeled off the layers of skin on their bodies, they could not use the methods of extrajudicial vigilantes, and they could not expose themselves.

But this batch of goods cannot be made cheaper by Mrs. Gao and those bastards, and we must make them feel distressed no matter what.

Barbara then said: "These blind people cannot fall into their hands. I will notify the bureau immediately."

Although these blind people have "benefited" from Madam Gao's anti-human secrecy measures and will certainly not be silenced, they cannot be allowed to become Madam Gao's labor force again. At least they should be freed from the sea of ​​suffering, which can be considered a good deed.

Aaron and the Punisher looked at each other, and Aaron said first: "I will handle the matter here. You delay the police for a while. You have dealt with them more and are more experienced."