Marvel's Great Old Ones

"So, there really are those weird abilities and things in this world!" Li Mo's face was full of disbelief when he heard the old voice of Third Master on the phone.

Although there had been speculations for a long time, it was still difficult for Li Mo to accept when the concept of life that he had insisted on for decades collapsed.

After all, I have received more than ten years of materialistic spiritual education, and the fantastic things I have been taught since childhood do not exist.

There is no Sun Wukong in life, and there are no armored warriors or monsters. All the magic is just the shadow of clouds on the lake, all the magic is just the flowers and moon in the mirror.

It's different now. The Third Master told him that there really are those magical things. It's not Captain America who was created by biochemical experiments during World War II, but the kind of magical abilities that are either born or cultivated.

"Then what kind of ability does Mr. Li Xiu have? Could it be that he has a super stomach? Is that nonsense?" Li Mo couldn't help but laugh at his guess when he thought of the gasoline that Li Xiu drank.

However, thinking of the strange feeling Li Xiu brought to him and his promise, Li Mo suddenly became curious about Li Xiu's identity.

"Heizi!" Li Mo opened the door of the rental house and shouted: "Help me check if anything strange has happened in Brooklyn recently."

Since Daniel moved out, Li Mo, who felt that he was too cautious, directly asked Heizi to move into the rental house.

Anyway, Heizi originally lived in the building opposite to monitor the surrounding situation. Now that he has moved here, he just needs to replenish the monitoring equipment.

As for the matter of agreeing to apply for Li Xiu's identity, Li Mo handed it over to the dedicated staff in Jishi Hall. He also emphasized that he should pay special attention to details, including data and information.

Jishitang is often joined by some Chinese stowaways living in Brooklyn, and the handling of this kind of identity information is already familiar.

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"Okay, I understand the situation. Thank you very much. You will receive a small surprise later in the evening. I believe you will like it."

After hanging up the phone with the deputy chief of the Brooklyn Police Department, Viper rubbed his brows.

"Fake! That greedy pig has no effect at all!"

He cursed, it had been three days, but there was still no news from the person who broke the deal, and the guy seemed to have evaporated.

It doesn't matter if the weapons are seized by the police. Anyway, as long as you pay a small and insignificant price, they will be returned to you.

Now Viper is afraid that those Russian mad dogs will find that guy first. When those guys take over New York's territory, Viper doesn't doubt whether Kingpin will kill him directly.

"What are the people in Takov doing now? Have they found any information?"

The deputy wearing gold-rimmed glasses next to him took out his phone and asked again, and said: "Takoff is in the hotel now. The subordinates he originally brought are still there, but those who came through other channels are not."

"Those guys are wandering around Brooklyn like crazy now. They haven't found any information and haven't said anything. They have already made the Chinese and Irish people very dissatisfied."

"Keep a close eye on those guys. If you find any information, report it immediately. If those Russians find someone first..."

Viper paused here, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said: "If those Russians find people first, kill them all."

"Yes, I'll give the order right away."

Seeing the deputy leave, Viper leaned back in his chair for a while and asked another subordinate: "How are our people doing with their investigation now?"

"We have checked the identities of the passengers who left various airports in New York that day, asked those 'fish heads', and informants in the police station investigated the surveillance in Brooklyn that day, but no suspicious people were found."

"Didn't you notice it?" Viper squinted his eyes.

Could it be that that person is still hiding in New York or even Brooklyn? Otherwise, there would be no news at all.

Viper was a little suspicious, but would someone who knew the location of their transaction not know that it was Kingpin and Joseph's people who were trading?

After thinking for a while, Viper said: "Ask the people below to check if there are any sudden large-scale transactions happening near Brooklyn, and ask people to check on the intelligence brokers..."

At the same time, in a hotel restaurant in Manhattan.

Takov hung up the call from his men. Three days have passed and there is still no news worthy of attention.

However, the harder it is to find out the news, the happier Takov will be, because in this case, the person representing Viper will most likely not gain anything.

As long as a period of time passes, if the Viper still cannot give them an explanation, they will have a reason to get a piece of the big cake in New York.

A subordinate opened the door and came in, leaning over and whispering something in Takov's ear. Takov narrowed his eyes.

"Intelligence broker? Ask our people to follow up. We must not let Viper's people succeed."

……

It’s ten o’clock in the evening, on the top floor of a tall commercial building in Queens, New York.

Fammermus hung up the call from Viper, turned around and walked into the room behind him.

The room is a special gym that opens up half of the top floor. It is filled with various fitness equipment and a large boxing ring.

In the boxing ring, ten tall and strong men holding iron rods were walking cautiously around a white man with an extremely deformed figure, as if they were surrounded.

The white man was about two meters tall, with a shoulder width of a terrifying one meter. His whole body was covered with large, strong muscles, and his loose white training clothes were stretched to look like muscles.

The white man stepped on the air mattress on the ground and made deep dents. He was like an elephant, full of strength.

Seeing the white man showing dissatisfaction, several strong men looked at each other helplessly. Gritting their teeth, they roared in anger together, holding iron rods and lashing out at the white people from all dangerous directions.

When everyone rushed towards them, the white man was not surprised but delighted, his huge body bursting out with astonishing agility. He dodged the attack in the blink of an eye, and punched a strong man weighing more than 200 kilograms until he vomited blood and flew backwards.

The remaining people faced the gale-like dodges and attacks, and they didn't last long before being knocked down one after another.

Those solid iron rods hit by these strong men on the white people were like tapping a big drum with a wooden stick. They just made a few dull sounds and had no effect.

"Boss!" Fammermus handed a bottle of water to the white man who got off the stage and said, "The leader in Brooklyn has started contacting Joseph's people again. What should we do next?"

Kingpin, Wilson Fisk, the real hero in Marvel who relies entirely on the body of an ordinary person to wear a shawl. He looks like an ordinary fat man, but 98% of his terrifying body is made up of muscles, and he has reached the peak of human strength purely through exercise.

Wilson Fisk is a ruthless and self-aware character.

His father was a small gang leader who died on the street due to gang violence. For Wilson at the time, his father's death did not make him feel very sad, but it gave him a deeper understanding of the social law of the jungle. From then on, he came up with the idea of ​​building a "underworld empire" of his own. "Ambition.

Driven by this goal, Wilson joined the New York gang, committed crimes of burning, killing, looting, and finally ascended to the throne of the gang leader.

However, this did not allow him to be satisfied. The almost crazy Wilson used his innate evil mind to massacre other gangs, and finally firmly controlled the gangs in New York and several nearby cities in his hands.

His "underworld empire" gradually turned from a dream into a reality. As long as he successfully pulls Joseph off this time, he can even spread his power to the entire United States and even the world.

"Viper...right, I remember this ambitious little guy."

Fisk took the water, opened his clothes and said: "Give him a while, we need to catch up with those Russians now."

"As long as we eat their population, arms, drug trade and alcohol smuggling channels, we can truly reach the world."

"This time is just a small test. If the Viper guy can't do it well, another person can come up and ask Bullseye to take a look at the situation."

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the stars-like lights under his feet, Jin Bin said: "Send a message to the people in the Shouhehui and ask them to send people over. The people who have been given for so many years are not in vain. Our troops alone may not be able to eat them." Joseph.”

"Also, how are the arrangements in Russia?"

"I will ask someone to deliver the notice about the Hand Peace Conference," Fammermus replied: "As for the Russian side, our people are already in place. We only need to wait for Tarkov to speak to Joseph, and we will be able to lock Joseph's information." location.”

"Then let's make this scene more heroic," Wilson turned around, "pay attention to the situation, cover the eyes of those adults, and cover the ears of those adults."

Finally, let me truly become the tallest person standing...