Daguai upgrade in Marvel

When it comes to Hell's Kitchen, words like crime and gangs come to mind in almost every New Yorker's mind.

This slum is located on the west side of Manhattan Island and is considered the center of Sin City.

Various criminals emerge in endlessly, and there are also many superheroes fighting criminals.

The representative among them is of course Daredevil, who works as a lawyer during the day and as a vigilante at night, fighting against evil forces.

Ryan wants to do business in the black market, but he doesn't want superheroes to disturb his business. Whether he can move out of Queens depends on whether the other people in the black market know the goods.

More than once, the taxi driver quietly looked up and looked at Ryan through the rearview mirror, "Sir, are you sure you want to go to Hell's Kitchen?"

"Yes, you can just pull me to the side of Hell's Kitchen. There is no need to go in."

The white driver, who seemed to be in his 60s or [-]s, hesitated to speak, "According to the experience of people who have been there, you'd better not go to that place at night, otherwise you'll be lucky if you come out at all."

The driver couldn't bear to watch a passenger fall into a trap.

White people enjoy the privilege of being invisible most of the time, but in Hell's Kitchen, a young white man like Ryan appears alone, which is almost like having the word "fat sheep" written on his body.

Having your wallet robbed is almost no suspense. If the resistance is too fierce, the organs may not be saved, and the body may only be found in the lower reaches of the Hudson River.

Ryan grinned: "Thank you for your kindness, but don't worry, I'm here to do business with them."

Now it was the driver's turn to be frightened.

Could it be that the passenger he took was not a good person?

Anyone who can do business with gangsters is probably not a good person.

So when the taxi stopped on the side of the road and Ryan handed over 20 US dollars, the driver was so frightened that he drove away and even performed a drift on the spot, fearing that there would be bullets behind the banknotes.

"I am obviously a law-abiding citizen..."

Ryan really didn't mean to save this fare, he just said it casually.

There is a bridge that separates the world from hell.

In Ryan's imagination, Hell's Kitchen should be deserted at night, with the streets, shops, nightclubs, and bars closing early.

Who knew when he walked over, he found that it was very lively at night!

Some pimps came forward to chat, some scantily clad women chatted with people on the street, some came to sell them with white powder and small pills in their hands, and some stood on the roadside smoking, lying in the corner. Vomiting.

There were people of all kinds, but none of them rashly came up to attack Ryan.

Because in Hell's Kitchen, there are all kinds of people and all kinds of forces, but there is a lack of normal people like him.

Ryan's overall temperament was incompatible with Hell's Kitchen, and everyone nearby except drug addicts set their sights on him.

At this time, a girl with heavy makeup and a high-slit skirt came over and said in an ambiguous tone: "Hi, can you buy me a drink?"

"I'm very happy, but now I have to go to the black market to sell something." Ryan knew that these people had vicious eyes and it was difficult to deceive or disguise. It was better to state the purpose directly.

"Are you going to the black market?" The strong man next to him who was silently playing with a lighter suddenly stood up straight and stared at Ryan with a pair of tiger eyes, as if he wanted to see through his purpose.

"I heard from Boss Lyon that the black market here can sell some unusual things."

Ryan was not afraid, but pushed the tool man out.

The strong man put the lighter into his pocket and said to himself: "Leon? Leon the violent bear?"

"Yes, I'm from Queens." Ryan didn't lie. He was from Queens, but he gave the impression that he came as Leon's younger brother.

The strong man didn't think much and whistled.

Then a black man with a face full of tattoos walked over from the wall. Because of his racial talent, he almost blended in with the darkness.

The strong man said to the black man: "Chris, he is a violent bear, you take him in."

After finishing speaking, the strong man turned to look at Ryan and asked casually: "What are you going to sell on the black market?"

"It takes a special person to sell a very special thing." Ryan pointed to the bag in his hand, which contained the body of a snow rabbit.

These gangsters are not worried at all that Ryan is from the police or the FBI, because the black market in Hell's Kitchen has existed for so many years and has deep entanglements with senior officials and various families. It is simply not something that one person can bring down.

"Boy, follow me." The black man moved his chin towards Ryan and walked into the alley with an arrogant look.

People who hang out with Jin Bin naturally look down on the small business of Leon the Bear selling fake passports.

Ryan didn't mind this man's attitude. He walked over curiously and at the same time raised his vigilance to prevent these people from suddenly killing him.

In addition to two men with guns on guard, there is a black iron gate in the alley.

"Just go in from here. It's not a place for a young kid like you to go. I hope it won't increase the work of collecting corpses for us."

Is it possible to enter the legendary black market with such arrogance?

No wonder the scale is getting bigger and bigger. They are not picky about customers at all, and they are not worried about someone making trouble on the black market. That is just looking for death.

After walking along the deep passage for several hundred meters, when Ryan stepped out again, he found a brightly lit street, especially a bar called Margaret, where people were coming and going.

"Didn't you say this is a black market? Why aren't there anyone setting up stalls?"

He found that he was wrong. Scattered people did exist, and most of them were run by a certain force in the form of shops.

There are Japanese, Russian, Chinese, Italian, Arabic and other shops. It’s so blatant that it’s really surprising.

Lane was unfamiliar with these gangs. He saw a store with a viper logo and walked in.

The agency that handles snakes in the Marvel world is most likely related to Hydra.

The rest of the agency may not feel the special nature of the Snow Rabbit, who likes to do various experiments, and Hydra, which owns the Scarlet Witch, certainly knows its value.

Almost no one on earth can go to Jotunheim and kill a few more rabbits. Even Ryan can't go there in a short time, which is equivalent to being out of print.

"Sir, how can I help you?"

As soon as they entered the store, a waitress named Casey wearing a red tights came over to her, apparently treating her as a mercenary.

When Ryan passed by the bar, he briefly learned about it. A complete set of tactical uniforms, plus a bloody and fierce atmosphere, distinguished him from the ordinary white youths before, both superficially and in his bones.

Mercenaries go through life and death and always get some good things, so every store welcomes them.

"I am also a hunter. I accidentally killed a very special rabbit while hunting recently. I think you must be interested in it."

After saying that, he opened the bag and revealed the body of the snowshoe rabbit inside.

Casey looked at the snow rabbit that was cut into two parts in the bag, and there was a trace of confusion on his face. Is the mercenary in front of him pretending to be stupid or is he really stupid? Does he want to get close to him in this stupid way?

"I'm sorry, sir. Our store doesn't accept this kind of prey. You can keep it and handle it yourself." Casey had to refuse. She had done a lot of business and bought and sold many things, such as intelligence, human lives, weapons, etc. Poison and the like, but rabbit carcasses were never bought or sold.

Ryan shook his head, "You can see, it's not an ordinary rabbit, it's even different from our common rabbits. You can take some rabbit blood for testing."

Casey frowned slightly. Who has nothing to do to test the rabbit's blood?

If he hadn't seen the tall and handsome mercenary in front of him, he would have kicked him out a long time ago. It was just a waste of his time!