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"I promise."

In the Marvel world, for the first time, civilian superheroes have reached an official cooperation.

In the past, it was either directly organized by the government or directly recruited certain people into special departments.

Since they were born into the system, they will be restricted by the system, so they have many difficulties in doing things, which is no different from some special departments of the government.

But what Wang Hao wants to form is a purely non-governmental organization. They are not managed by the government, but are restricted by the government. They are only responsible for one-third of an acre of their own land, but they can firmly take root here.

That night, Wang Hao and George talked a lot. Although there were still many unresolved issues, the two sides had reached a preliminary agreement.

George said that after the probation period, this move will be announced to all police personnel, including social media. At present, Watchmen and Spider-Man are said to be special advisers to the police department and experts in solving crime problems.

Wang Hao said that they will actively cooperate with the police during operations and provide necessary fire support and intelligence support. They also hope that the New York police can provide them with a large amount of intelligence information.

"By the way, I want to ask, have you taken any action against those Italians recently?"

After talking about general things, Wang Hao started to ask some specific questions.

"The Italians? When I think about it, they don't seem to be doing anything. Compared to other gangs, they are relatively peaceful. Is there anything wrong with them?"

George thought for a while, and he had no impression of an action plan for the Italians.

"Then it seems you should pay more attention. I have a vague feeling that they seem to be planning something secretly."

Wang Hao didn't tell anything about vampires after all. He didn't know what the situation was in the police station now, so rashly revealing this information to George would be harmful to him.

"Really? In my impression, those Italians have always been relatively low-key. But if you say so, then I will let them pay attention when I go back."

Wang Hao left. Before leaving, he gave George an anonymous mobile phone number as a means of contact between the two parties.

And this night was destined to be a sleepless night for George.

On the other side, after obtaining George's consent and intelligence support, Wang Hao and Peter immediately prepared to start testing the Irish gang.

The current situation of the Italians is unclear. Wang Hao is not ready to touch them yet. If they are really minions of vampires, a fight will definitely attract a large number of vampire legions. And if each of them has the same strength as the previous one, With the current strength of Wang Hao and Peter, it was natural for them to seek death.

So Wang Hao planned to play with the Irish first, level up, and see if he could find a few more teammates. Then it would be great to form a group and clear the vampire dungeon together.

Unfortunately, what he didn't know was that just when he was having a great time communicating with George, a catastrophe had already befallen his target.

"Quick, shoot quickly."

Nesbitt dodged while calling his subordinates.

There was no way, the ferocious firepower outside the window kept them firmly suppressed under the narrow window sill and did not dare to show their heads.

"Who is it? Is there an army outside? Why, why would they come outside?"

"Shet, how do I know? Are you going to go out and ask him? Fight back and fire."

Nesbitt swore angrily.

 Tonight is a regular dinner party for the Irish gang. For these gangs who are united by their ethnic origins, it is very important to keep in touch with each other.

Whether they are the Triads from some indescribable country, the Yakuza of Japan, the Russians, or the Irish, they all come together by virtue of their almost identical looks and common language and culture.

Supporting each other is very important to their survival in the United States.

This is actually the basis for the establishment of these gangs.

But just today, when Nesbitt came to the dinner party, before he could drink the first glass of wine, a crazy attack from the street knocked him unconscious.

"We must find a way to break out. We will only be beaten to death here. Let's go."

After enduring minutes of seamless fire suppression, Nesbitt finally realized the seriousness of the problem.

There had never been any accidents during their dinner parties, so they didn't bring many young men with them. Most of them brought a few small pistols with them. The firepower was not at the same level as the firepower outside. So staying here would be tantamount to waiting to be killed.

Nesbitt's words woke up the few remaining people, and they rushed to the back door.

The attack outside the window continued, and the firepower released in this short period of time was enough to fight a small assault battle.

Seeing that only three melons and two dates were left in front of him among the dozen or so people who had been sitting there, the anger in Nesbitt's chest was almost unbearable.

"Don't let me know which bastard son of a bitch it is, I will definitely let him know how terrifying the anger of the Irish is, blood for blood, tooth for tooth."

Nesbitt opened the door, the flames of revenge already burning in his mind.

how many years?

Since the Irish gang ruled Hell's Kitchen back then, even though they are now in decline, they can't move just any cat or dog. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse.

"We must take revenge and let them know how powerful we are."

Although there are not many people left, they all look like they are gnashing their teeth and acting like a gangster. Although they have already made up their mind to put life and death on the line, at their level, they will no longer be as desperate as before to come in person. They are on the front line, and now someone actually has their own ideas?

However, apparently their enemies didn't give them a chance.

"boom."

The violent explosion woke up the sleeping Hell's Kitchen, and the booby trap hanging outside the door successfully left Nesbitt and others behind forever. They didn't know until their death who was targeting them.

When everything calmed down, a slender figure walked in slowly, and the broken doors and windows were still hanging in their original positions.

In the room, tattered corpses were everywhere. Blood, internal organs, and even brains dyed the floor into a gorgeous picture, and the black bullet marks and scorch marks were the thick ink on the picture. Pen.

Look at that figure again. He is wearing a red battle uniform and a special mask that covers his nose. On his helmet, two devil horns stand in front of his forehead. Two short sticks are tied to his left leg.

Feeling the fiery breath in the air, DareDevil stood for a while, but did not find any survivors.

Suddenly, his ears moved, and with his extraordinary perception, he heard the sound of police sirens coming from several blocks away.

Under the dim light, there was no one left.