Paladin of Asgard

Like the rich ethnicity, the gangs in the United States are also diverse, Italian mafia, Irish gangs, Chinese gangs, Russian gangs

Most of their members are low-level immigrants from various countries. They lack knowledge, work and income, so they can only use this most primitive form of organization to survive and fight under the normal social order.

These gangsters of all kinds are interspersed behind the bustling city, in the underground world full of alcohol, drugs and prostitutes, vividly depicting the bloody and violent side of this country.

Artem Ivanov was the leader of a Russian gangster, Belarus to be precise, and his father came to the United States when Belarus became part of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.

Ivanov rules the underworld of a New York neighborhood, and when night falls, he becomes king of the place.

But tonight, he is obviously not a king.

Ivanov carefully accompanied a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes with a mustache, walking on his own street.

This middle-aged man is none other than Anton Vanke, Chief Technology Officer of Stark Industries. He is wearing a windbreaker and black hat, as if blending into the surrounding night.

Although Ivanov is the leader of the gang here, he understands that compared to the senior management of Stark Industries Group, his power is nothing.

What's more, Ivanov thinks this is an excellent opportunity. He and Anton Vanke are half compatriots. If he can help, I believe that Anton Vanke can definitely make his influence in New York's underground world go further.

"The other party is two people, a white man named Dufresne, and an Indian man named Xinqilubu, who live in a hotel not far from here." Anton Vanke said, handing out an envelope at the same time, "More details The information is here."

Ivanov opened the envelope, which contained a document and a check. The amount on the check made his heart beat faster.

"It's just a deposit." Anton Vanke glanced at him.

Ivanov took a deep breath "to kill them"

"Of course. But what's more important is the thing in their hands, a glowing blue round stone. If there is no accident, they should put it in a square box. Bring it to me, and you will get more rewards. Anton Vanke paused, "And my friendship."

Immediately, Ivanov patted his chest and said, "Please rest assured, respected Mr. Vanke, within three days, I will definitely bring you something."

Anton Vanke pressed his black soft hat, "There's no need to limit the time like this, it's okay to be later, the most important thing is clean hands and feet, I don't want the headlines of the newspaper one day to be Anton Vanke and the New York gang."

In the night scene of Manhattan, the sky is drizzling.

Dufresne and Hinchrub came out of the bar, the latter a little drunk and belching a few times.

"This is your first time at a bar," Dufresne said, opening his umbrella.

Xinqilubu nodded, and opened his umbrella, "You may not know that before joining the Knights, I was a half-primitive, fighting wild beasts in the Indian jungle. What about you, Dufresne, I heard It looks like you used to be a banker."

"Yes." Dufresne walked under the neon lights with a briefcase, unwilling to mention his past, "but that's a thing of the past."

"By the way, if the Soviets didn't send someone to snatch the energy stone, what should we do?" Xinqilubu said suddenly.

"Then let's go to Stark Tower and talk again." Dufresne said without hesitation, "But this is a small probability event."

"If there is a [-]% profit, the capitalists are even willing to sell the rope to hang themselves. Faced with such a major trade-off of interests, even ordinary people are likely to choose this way, let alone someone like Anton Vanke. people."

After a pause, Dufresne said again, "As long as they come to your door, we will have an extra bargaining chip."

Xinqilubu nodded.

On the brightly lit streets of New York, the two were walking with umbrellas in their hands. Dufresne seemed to have noticed something suddenly and slowed down.

Then he reached out and took out a pair of sunglasses from his pocket, put them on, and turned around to look.

As soon as he put on the sunglasses, Dufresne's eyes burst out with bright holy light like golden flames, and the eyes of reckoning scanned the pedestrians behind him under the cover of the sunglasses.

Soon he smiled, "Here we come."

In the sight of the holy light, the busy pedestrians shed all kinds of appearances and skins, revealing the good and evil lingering on them.

The vast majority of people are yellow, some are darker and some are lighter, but there are also some blood-red figures mixed in, which are quite eye-catching.

What's more, these blood-red figures almost all followed Dufresne and Xinqilubu faintly, sneaking around.

Xinqilubu also put on his sunglasses, opened his eyes of reckoning and scanned behind him, and soon found these thugs following him.

"You're right, Dufresne" he couldn't help but marvel, "what shall we do next?"

"Help them find a quiet place." Dufresne said lightly, then turned around as if nothing had happened, and walked towards the place where there were few people.

Not far behind them, a bald man whispered to the people beside him, "Boss, I feel like they have noticed us."

"So what if you realize it?" said Artem Ivanov. "We have twenty good men and guns. Are we afraid of them two?"

"Ok."

"We have to be careful about that Indian. I think he might be 1.9 meters tall." Ivanov said, "Let's go, brothers."

"Ulla."

A group of gangsters followed Dufres far away, turning around in the streets of New York. As they moved away from the downtown and the night deepened, the surrounding pedestrians gradually became rare.

After a while, they came to a lonely path.

"Boss, I think this is a good place, let's do it here." A gang member said.

Ivanov looked around and felt that this place was quiet and remote, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and it was a good place to kill people. Dang even nodded, "Ready to do it."

A group of gang members quickened their pace and approached the two Dufres who were walking in front, and soon the distance between them was less than 50 meters.

At this moment, something happened that they didn't expect.

Dufresne and Xinqilubu, who were walking in front, stopped at the same time, then turned around, and took off the sunglasses on their eyes.

Following their movements, four lines of sight bursting with golden light emerged from under the cover of the sunglasses, staring directly at the gangsters on the other side of the street.

Paladin of Asgard