I'm a boss in the Marvel world

Soon after, Allen drove Johnny's car and followed the navigation to Thirty-fourth Street.

From Satan's mouth, he knew that the Black Hand Gang was not very powerful. There were only about twenty people in the lair. He didn't have to lie to himself because of this. After all, he was a "dead person" in his eyes at that time.

People don't always hide that much about "dead people".

Compared with other places, Thirty-fourth Street, a suburb of Queens, has lost the prosperity of the center, and is surrounded by old buildings of four or five floors.

The surrounding races are more complicated, so it is easier to breed crimes, which may be the reason why the Mafia chose to be here as their lair.

Looking at the ordinary-looking bar at the bottom of a five-story building on the opposite corner of the street, people who don't know it will not think that this is actually the lair of the Mafia.

Finding a hidden place to park the car, Allen took out Satan's cell phone, opened the folder, and found the map of the mafia lair inside.

Looking at the detailed electronic version of the map in front of him, zooming in and zooming out, Allen sighed: "This Satan has worked hard enough."

Then I studied it carefully.

There is a lot of useful information on the map. For example, the lair of the Mafia is about square meters in size.

As for why Allen lamented that Satan had worked so hard, it was because the electronic map clearly marked all the places with air conditioners in the basement of his lair.

It's not as simple as Allen imagined that there is only a floor plan of the basement.

It seems that the undercover agents installed by Satan in the Black Hand Gang have a low voice in the Black Hand Gang, otherwise they would not know so clearly.

The Cunning Rabbit's Three Caves is naturally the same as the old lair of the Mafia. Although it is in the basement, there are 3 entrances and exits.

However, Allen is not a fool and will not attack from these places. Compared with these entrances and exits marked with guards, Allen found a better place, which is the ventilation duct.

You know, ventilation ducts have been a big help in the friendly neighborhood spider's crime-fighting career.

Then Allen checked the equipment. There were two magazines left in a 1911 pistol, a dagger, and a 4a1 rifle, but they were all out of bullets.

Put everything in the portable space, and Alan can have a thought in his hand at any time as long as he needs it.

After checking, Allen walked quietly towards the place marked with the entrance to the ventilation duct, which was at the back of the building.

Allen found it easily, looked around, the devil's claw was activated, and the huge force made Allen tear off the lock with all his strength.

Then it entered the ventilation duct, and an unpleasant smell hit, "Oh! This damn smell is really unpleasant," Allen complained.

"But now is not the time to care about these things."

Learning the movements of the little spider to pass inside, he has to move towards the exit of the nearest motor room, because he is not a real Spider-Man, and he cannot crawl silently inside.

If something happened and someone found a shuttle of bullets coming from below, then he might be the shortest-lived traverser.

After crawling for a while, judging from the map, I was now above the motor room. Then I slowly opened the lid and looked down.

Looking down, Allen couldn't help but lament his good luck, and saw a black man wearing headphones humming and repairing the equipment in the computer room.

If the other party is not wearing headphones, he may be greeted by a bullet when he opens the lid.

The floor was not high, so Allen jumped up, rolled like a lazy ass and came behind the opponent. At the same time, a dagger appeared in his hand and pressed against the opponent's neck.

"Hey buddy!" Allen said.

The black man looked down at the dagger on his neck, with a horrified expression on his face, and then shouted: "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I don't want to die, I still have my mother, I still have my sister, I still have Many lovers, oh no, you can't kill me, I..."

He only said one sentence, and then listened to the other party talking non-stop. Allen regretted not cutting the other party's neck immediately after speaking.

"If you keep talking non-stop, buddy! I'll cut your neck off!" Allen said painfully.

Hearing Allen's words, the black man's eyes widened and he quickly covered his mouth.

"I ask a question, you answer, if you say one more word... ok?" Allen said.

The other party nodded quickly and whispered "ok! ok!"

"Did your Black Hand gang arrest a man named George Johnny who was about fifty years old today?" Allen asked.

The black man's eyes jumped: "Sir, I haven't seen anyone brought over by them. Maybe the person you are looking for is not here, or is there some misunderstanding between us? You know..."

"Oh, maybe you don't know. Not long ago, this dagger cut many people's necks. The reason is that it's the same as you are now, talking dishonestly." stupid thing.

"Oh! Sir! I swear to God, we really didn't bring anyone in today! I dare not lie to you!" The black man was terrified, his voice choked up.

Allen didn't speak again, he planned to communicate with him with a knife.

Seeing Allen thinking about stabbing a hole in his body, the black man quickly shouted: "OK! OK! I said, I said, they really wanted to arrest someone, but they didn't catch him."

"Didn't catch it? Are you sure?" Allen shouted in a low voice.

"Yes! It seems that there was no one in the house when they broke down the gate."

Allen let go of the other party and fell into deep thought. Didn't he catch him back? So where did Johnny go? It seems that we have to catch MacArthur first, then everything will be clear.

So Allen then asked: "Where is your boss MacArthur now?" Then he handed Satan's mobile phone to the other party.

The man The man looked at the map and shouted in fear: "Boss...will he kill me?"

"Coincidentally, the person who said this last time was the one whose throat was cut by this dagger." Allen said with narrowed eyes.

The black man frowned, and quickly pointed to a room and said, "Here! Here! I just came in not long ago. He was here before, and he must still be here now?"

Taking back his phone, Allen looked at the place the man pointed out. Judging from the map, it wasn't far from here.

The black man saw Allen looking at the map, then looked at the siren on the wall, and then slowly moved his feet over.

puff!The dagger was stuck in the man's throat.

"Huh! Courting death" Allen's small movements naturally couldn't be hidden from Allen.

Opening the door of the motor room, Allen glanced outside...

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