devil priest in marvel exorcism

Hell's Kitchen, a place of chaos and poverty.

There are only 8 small streets here, but this is a place where even the police dare not enter after 12 o'clock at night.

This place will not be like an ordinary residential community, with people strolling leisurely on the streets.

Most of the pedestrians here are in a hurry.

Because they know that even in broad daylight, there may be a hooded stranger walking up to you at any time, holding a cold object against your lower back, and talking to you.

Hey brother, lend me some money.

Those who wander the streets, in addition to drug dealers, are pimps.

Or he is a hunter with a gun in his pocket, looking for "prey" on the streets.

It is controlled by countless gangs, large and small, and the people living here are extremely poor.

There is a rule for survival here.

If you're a normal person, never wander into Hell's Kitchen at night.

Unless you want to lose your wallet and die in a dark garbage dump that never sees the light of day.

This has never been a place suitable for survival. It is a gathering place for desperate people.

Hell's Kitchen had a small port, but it did not bring prosperity to the area.

It is controlled by gangs and used by them to smuggle drugs, people, weapons and everything else that is illegal and criminal but can make a profit.

To a normal person, this is off limits, even during the day.

The water at the port is a bit dirty.

Because this is the best place for gangsters to dump their "trash".

Every day, every month, every year, countless unknown people are beaten into cement pillars and thrown into the sea near the port.

Over the years, the cement slowly corroded, and the flesh and blood in it was exposed in the sea, attracting a large number of small scavenging fish.

Today, a batch of "goods" entered the port pier, and countless people were carrying it.

It is different from the people who are busy working on the shore.

A small fish swam its tail leisurely and slowly swam to the shore, as if it wanted to find some food scraps to eat as usual.

suddenly.

A heavy cement jar was pushed from the shore into the sea.

The young life that disappeared in the cement, together with the small fish that was knocked unconscious, slowly sank to the bottom of the sea together.

"How come I always meet such a fool with a sense of justice?"

On the shore were two Russian gangsters.

The two men were garishly dressed, with sunken eye sockets and yellowed teeth.

They are two poisonous insects.

is the most common person in Hell's Kitchen.

Already trapped in hell, for the sake of a mouthful of things, people who would kill like hemp without caring about their lives.

The young man who sank to the bottom of the sea was built into the cement with their own hands.

One of them was smoking a cigarette carelessly.

Hearing the other person's question, he blew out a smoke ring, then spat towards the place where the cement jar disappeared, cursing.

“It’s not like those lazy guys who are transporting goods are so lazy that they can’t even lock the cargo boxes properly.

And let those "goods" accidentally spill out.

The old people living here know the rules and no one dares to interfere with our Russian gang's business.

But you know, there's always going to be a few idiots who just get into Hell's Kitchen. "

The other man didn't even listen to what he said.

He was already dazed and started scratching his head and head. Finally, he took out a small bag of something from his arms and put it into his mouth while panting heavily.

"Hey, you idiot!

Are you going to die if you eat so much? "

He stopped smoking, threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground, and grabbed half of it from the other person's hand.

The guy looked at the thing in his hand and cursed.

“If you eat alone, you won’t be afraid of being hit by a car!

I don’t know what to leave some for me. "

On the dock not far from the two men, the unloading "workers" were stuffing the tied "goods" back into the containers.

The dark eyes of the "cargoes" were full of numbness and despair.

This is a group of tied up girls.

If you wipe the dirty dust off their faces, you will find that these are all good-looking girls.

But now, this beautiful gift given to them by God has become an inducement to pull them into the abyss.

If there is no accident, they will be thrown into "hell" by gangsters like the "goods" that have been transported to this port countless times in the past, and tragically become their tools to make money.

At the same time, the dock was busy transporting goods.

In a mansion not far from the pier, two burly bald men were gathering together to discuss matters.

The two of them are the actual leaders of the Russian gang and are a pair of brothers.

Relying on the port, the two of them led the Russian gang to do business of helping other gangs transport goods.

Through this, both of them earned a huge fortune.

For example, the mansion the two of them live in now is very beautifully and luxuriously decorated.

But the two people's attention was now focused on a small table.

On the table was a stack of photos and a small box of gold. Next to the gold was an open bottle of vodka.

This high-precision drink is not loved by Americans.

But it's the Russian guy's favorite thing.

The shorter one with the bald head picked through the pile of photos, took out one of them, and looked at it in front of his eyes.

It was a woman with golden hair and a gentle smile.

The bald man looked at the photo with drunken eyes and grinned, revealing a malicious smile.

"Tsk, tsk, I didn't expect that there could be such a beautiful girl among the nuns. What's her name?"

"You don't care what her name is. Anyway, just remember what she looks like."

Another bald man took a swig of vodka.

His collar was open, and the wine dripping from his binge drinking flowed onto his strong and hairy chest.

This guy also picked out a photo from that photo and took it in his hand, muttering.

“That little beauty is not important.

This priest boy is the main target.

Unless this kid is killed, those damn Japanese will not agree to "do business" with us. "

The short bald man shook his head, chuckled, and said nonchalantly.

"There are just priests with no hair on them. Killing him is not as simple as trampling an ant to death. There is nothing to worry about."

The bald man with lush chest hair nodded first, then shook his head.

“What you said makes sense, but it’s better to be as cautious as possible.

I suspect that this kid is the illegitimate son of a big shot, or something similar.

Otherwise, why don't those guys from Japan do it themselves? "

The short guy took Wanda's photo on the table, licked his lips and said.

"This is not simple. Just create a little 'accident', isn't it?"