Marvel Nephalem

It's one o'clock in the morning in New York, which is full of life under the cover of night.

Robberies, shootings and illegal transactions are prevalent in some small corners that ordinary people cannot notice. Winnie contacted the gangsters she had met on the street. After confirming that the other party could rent a safe and dry area, she decisively drove here.

After bypassing the densely populated bustling area and reaching Flushing's Chinatown on the edge of Queens, the buildings looked shabby and dilapidated, which was better than the slums of the Bronx, but not what people imagined.

Since the New York City government does not pay attention to the potential brought by the development of Chinatown, there are still many dilapidated three-story buildings here, almost all of which are populated by the lower class of society who can barely take care of food and clothing. Every household on each floor can hang a sign. The market environment cannot keep up, and public security is even more lax, let alone economic development.

Due to poor public security, robberies sometimes occur here. Due to the Chinese's saving habits, many lazy gangsters have targeted them.

After all, this is considered a free landscape, and everyone can hold a gun in their hands.

This made Clark, who was driven here by Winnie, repeatedly shout to stop, cover his face with a cloth and pull out a gun to stop. If it weren't for the unbreakable sense of belonging in his previous life, Clark would never want to cause trouble when he was weak.

But it has to be said that Clark, who is covered in blood and has muscles that are almost horizontally developed, can indeed scare many people. After all, driving a bulletproof car that has been beaten and beaten many times appears on the streets with this appearance, and also carries a There is a sudden sense of fear in people, as soon as they look at it, they are desperadoes licking blood from the blade of a knife.

However, there is always a light and a dark side to everything, and the world of legal gun-holding where people can openly commit robberies on the streets at night is even more of a place where they can do these nasty things blatantly.

For example, the sewer that allows baby crocodiles to grow into fish. In fact, New York's sewers only have a few closed old pipes in the upper passages that can allow people to stay for a long time. Most of the other areas are occupied by stowaways without household registration.

The Knight XV bulletproof cross-country was directly handed over to a young black man squatting in the alleyway.

Clark, led by Winnie, climbed down the ladder shaft from the end of a slippery and dirty alley.

In the dark and damp sewers, the rotten smell spread freely, stimulating Clark's sharp olfactory nerves.

With Winnie's support, Clark, who was covering his face with a torn shirt, took out a bloody knife from his pocket and handed it to three white youths wearing leather clothes and carrying guns at their waists on a hot day.

The bearded middle-aged man who had his face pierced at the head hurriedly took the roll of swords, looked at each other with the other two, and suddenly said: "Your money is stained with blood, this is not enough."

Winnie pushed up the peaked cap on her head, looked at the bearded man, frowned and whispered: "Schneider, that's not what you said on the phone."

The leader, Schneider, licked his beard, looked Clark up and down, and suddenly said to Winnie in Chinese: "This moment and that moment."

Then he continued in English: "You didn't tell me that a big shot would come here, and he would be covered in blood. Do you know how much trouble this would be? If he died here, all the police in New York would come back to investigate us. "

“So, now it’s not a matter of a thousand dollars.”

The bearded man pulled out his pistol, pointed it at Winnie, and while backing up, he pointed the gun at Clark and said sternly: "Old guy, you care about her very much, right? If you can make her billionaire father risk his life to save her, she must be very important." It’s important, give me what you can give now, and then get out or I will make your efforts go to waste now.”

After all, Winnie is a 17-year-old girl who has never seen the world. Schneider's sudden change of attitude frightened her so much that she didn't know what to say, but sometimes a person's actions in critical moments can explain everything.

When Schneider pointed the gun at Clark, Winnie immediately stood in front of him, never thinking that her slender body of 1.6 meters could block the big man Clark.

"It seems that you are very interested in Chinese culture."

Clark put down the veil and raised his right hand, pointing to the wound on his left shoulder.

While indicating that he was not a threat, he pushed away Winnie in front of him and said to Schneider in pure Mandarin: "But do you know there is an old saying in China, which is that a drop of water will repay you with a spring of water. If you help me, I can give you a hundred illegal transactions and generous rewards, and these rewards are legal."

“You understand Chinese culture”

When Schneider heard this, he was obviously a little surprised. In fact, even Winnie was surprised that Clark could understand Chinese. After all, Chinese with a spiral thinking structure is much more difficult than the straight-forward Western culture with a linear thinking structure.

"Of course, you can also choose to peel me clean, but I'm afraid at my age, even my kidneys are not worth anything."

Clark continued noncommittally: "But the biggest thing is to gain my friendship. You see, I am barely a street hero. It is more cost-effective to team up with me than to rob me, and I also need enough eyes and ears to Make sure nothing like this happens again.”

"We can completely build trust while being protected by you, do our best, each get what we need, and achieve mutual benefit."

"The choice is yours now, Schneider. After all, wealth can only be found in danger."

Schneider was obviously shaken. Not only him, but also the two companions behind him kept coughing, signaling him to put down the gun. He swallowed his saliva and asked stutteringly: "After saving you, can you give me... us How many"

Clark immediately realized that the other two white guys could also understand Chinese, so he said solemnly: "It can be cash, or it is an equal cooperation that is not excessive for both parties. This cooperation will be maintained as long as I live."

Winnie also realized Clark's intention and raised her hands to persuade in a low voice: "Schneider, put down your damn gun. Will The Godfather of Hell's Kitchen lie?"

"I think..." Schneider looked at the gun and put it away. He took a few deep breaths before putting it down and said, "No."

"Good cooperation, kid."

Clark smiled, stretched out his right hand to Schneider and said, "I hope this old bone of mine can bring you a bright future."

Schneider hesitantly reached out and held Clark's rough palm. He was not completely bewitched by Clark's words. He looked at Clark with a complicated expression and said: "I hope my decision will not kill myself. What kind of boss do you need me to be?"

Hearing this, Clark nodded clearly. He withdrew his right hand and pointed at a young man behind Schneider and said, "Go and get my personal doctor. His name is Alfred. He lives at the intersection of 39th Street and [-]th Avenue. If you open an electronics store, you must be quick even if you keep it hidden."

Then he pointed his finger at another young man and said: "Go to 42nd Street to find Old Cooper's son, Winnie. Give him Little Cooper's contact information and ask him to come see me as soon as possible."

With Schneider nodding in acquiescence, the two young men immediately climbed out of the sewer along the ladder shaft. Only then did Clark ask Schneider: "What is your full name?"

Schneider stared into Clark's eyes and said levelly: "Bazel Schneider."

"Schneider, since you cooperate, you must take responsibility."

Clark felt the hidden hostility and distrust of the other party. He held Schneider's shoulders and said: "I need you to get an anonymous phone and help me contact Joey Bode and tell him that I am still alive. Because the situation is complicated, we must Hide it and destroy it on the spot after making the call, so that no one can find it.”

The name "Joey Bode", a veteran playboy in the real estate industry, was obviously more useful to Schneider than Clark. He nodded slightly and then said: "Go now."

Clark tore off his trousers, wrote a set of numbers on the trousers with blood, and sighed: "Time is urgent, the sooner the better."