When Valoran meets the hero of American comics

"Tap-tap-"

Feeling like an angry Sam, he was about to argue with his companions when his thoughts were interrupted by a sound coming from far and near.Pinshu.com.

Looking up, a guy dressed strangely walked out of the night. He was wearing a white windbreaker and a light silver mask without any pattern on his face.

Looking down at his shirtless self, the black gang member felt that the other person was not living in the same season as himself.

"Maybe he and Jimmy have more in common?"

Thinking that there was also a neatly dressed former deputy manager of an insurance company next to him, Sam suddenly realized that he seemed to be the one who was out of place.

Random thoughts were running through his mind, but the black man still remembered what his job was. When he saw the person walking towards the bar, he had never seen this person before and immediately yelled: "Do you know where this is, boy!"

"Get out of here, or you will soon experience the power of fists!"

Jimmy, who was standing on the other side of the store door, was concentrating with his eyes closed because of the embarrassing thing just now. When he heard his companion shouting, he frowned: "Shut up, you idiot!"

"Jimmy..."

Sam wanted to say something else, but Jimmy glared back: "You have to offend everyone you meet to feel comfortable?"

As a companion, Jimmy looked down upon the other party's blustering temperament.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone was acquaintances, the newcomers wouldn't be able to offend the "Black Hawk Gang". Based on the bald man's unabashed performance, he would have been pushed down and sunk into Lake Reina.

While the two were arguing, the visitor had already walked up to them.

The bald black man was obviously unhappy. He didn't say anything after stopping the person. He muttered in a voice that could only be heard by himself, venting his dissatisfaction.

Jimmy ignored him and glanced at the coming person.

Although he only worked for three and a half months because he was kicked out because he persuaded Si's wife to buy him a huge amount of personal safety accident insurance, he still has some experience when it comes to estimating the wealth of others.

The other party's clothes are obviously handmade, and the materials used are extremely high-end. At least the low-quality suit he bought cost more than five people.

"Why would such a person come here?"

Although Hell's Kitchen is better in Rim District, it's not a kind place either.

With public security in turmoil, commerce will naturally not develop too much, so there are only a few wealthy people in the entire Rim District, and the prominent guys have already moved away.

Feeling strange and in a daze, looking at the expressionless light silver mask, Jimmy subconsciously warned: "This is not the place you should be, lame, hurry up and leave!"

"Cripple?"

Jhin smiled. He had had countless nicknames, and had experienced all kinds of curses and abuses, but no one dared to call himself a cripple in front of his face, and still did it so naturally, except for the monkey whose soul was projected into Ionia. That guy is the second one.

"It's such an interesting world, even a street gangster has such courage."

Kada Jin was not angry, just a little emotional.

He's not lame, that's the truth.

Although in order to improve his combat capabilities, Jhin made technological modifications to himself and implanted some Hex bionic devices in his body, but these changes did not cause any defects to his body. It seemed that the lame way he walked was just him. Demonstrate your own artistic style.

Artists always have to put on airs and act as if they are performing on the stage.

"Who do you call a bastard!"

Jimmy was still fine, but Sam was unhappy and grabbed the collar of the guy in front of him, but was easily dodged.

As if to prove that there was nothing wrong with his legs and feet, the other party even danced a few tap dances.

"Not a gangster?"

Jin's tail tone was not sarcastic, but a kind of verbal guidance similar to the effect of a program. This gave the two people opposite the illusion that they were watching a variety show.

The two looked at each other. The bald man shook his head, indicating that he had not found the camera hidden in the dark. Jimmy turned his head away in anger, not wanting to pay attention to this idiot who was not very bright.

"We are the Black Hawk Gang!"

Although he seems reckless, as an "old man" who has been in the gang for nearly ten years and still has all the parts, Sam is not a aggressive person.

The dexterity shown by the other party made him understand the gap between them. Not only did he not make any move, but he took a few steps back towards the glass door of the bar.

"So?" Jhin still had the tone of reciting an opera, as if he was still living in the century: "You are an administrative agency?"

"us……"

The bald man stopped talking. He had never received any subsidy from Congress.

"We are a private organization."

It was Jimmy who spoke, and he hated being called a punk the most, even though that was true.

"Pay tax to the tax bureau?"

"Uh……"

This time it was Jimmy who got choked up. The Black Hawk Gang is in the business of protection fees and illegal loans. What kind of tax does it pay to the tax bureau? Has anyone seen the gangsters who collect protection fees on the street issue invoices to others?

While the two were stunned, Jhin had already pushed the door open and entered. Jimmy wanted to stop him, but Baldhead held him back.

"Why are you pulling me?" Jimmy looked at the other person in confusion: "Didn't you see that guy break in!"

"Jimmy, what do you think of that guy's skills?"

Sam pursed his lips and asked, as if he had something to say.

"It should be good..."

Thinking that the other party had easily escaped Sam's grasp, Jimmy made some uncertain guesses.

"He was very agile and fast. We were standing face to face. Even if we didn't catch the edge of his clothes, we didn't even see clearly why he was four or five steps away."

"what do you want to say in the end?"

Jimmy was a little impatient. The other party had already entered the bar. If there was any trouble, his boss would never let these two little fish and shrimps guard the door.

"Let's run, Jimmy!"

"You're crazy," Sam's words startled Jimmy: "A lame lunatic, you're scared like this?"

"No matter how agile he is, can he dodge bullets?"

Jimmy glanced at the other party with disdain and continued: "There are five or six long-barreled and short-barreled firearms in the bar. If he dares to cause trouble, he will be beaten into pieces in minutes. If we run away, we will be the ones with holes in our bodies." , It doesn’t matter if you are tired of living, but don’t pull me!”

"He's covering his face!"

Sam's tone was a little urgent, and his shiny head was stained with sweat.

"What do you mean?"

Jimmy had just joined the gang not long ago, so he didn't hear the deeper meaning in his companion's words.

"Who would cover their face? Except bank robbers!"

"If you have something to say, don't be secretive!"

Jimmy frowned and scolded the other person. He was not in the habit of flattering others.

"Superhero!"

Unlike Jimmy, who had not long joined the gang and did not understand the risks of this industry, Sam was extremely alert to all disturbances, as if suffering from persecutory paranoia.

People who meet him for the first time are often intimidated by his fierce appearance, but those who are familiar with him mockingly call him "Rat" Sam.

In the first few years, stories about his various cowardly behaviors were almost a constant topic of conversation in the bar, even surpassing the gossip about the President of the United States for a time.

But in the past few years, no one has ridiculed him in this regard anymore, because almost all the "brave men" who despised him back then have died, and those who survived have also understood that "all the reputations are bullshit." That's the truth."

Jimmy was quickly persuaded by Sam and ran away from the bar with him along the remote and dark streets.

When he first heard the word "superhero", Jimmy was still a little strange. He didn't know why the tall black bald man was so scared.

However, he quickly realized that he was no longer the deputy manager of an insurance company who made money through work, but an employee of the "Black Hawk Gang", who was exactly the target of the superheroes.

What else can you say, run away!

As he ran, Sam educated Jimmy on the various risks that gang members might encounter.

Not only are the ordinary residents of New York living in fear, gang members like Sam are not much better either.

Not to mention all kinds of anger, the police occasionally come here for a walk. Although my boss takes care of it very well, everyone knows not to trust too much in the integrity of those who bend the law for personal gain.

If you can still endure these, the endless emergence of superheroes and criminals is enough to make the lives of these gang members miserable.

Few superheroes who have just debuted have the brainpower to confront Kingpin directly. They usually deal with gangster organizations like the "Black Hawk Gang" who persecute their neighbors.

As for super criminals, that's even scarier.

Generally speaking, it is rare for a superhero to kill someone. Most of them beat him up and throw him in front of the police station. After suffering some pain, it is not difficult to figure it out.

But super criminals are different, they are all murderous guys without blinking an eye.

Sam had seen such a person with his own eyes, and he was personally recruited by the boss of the "Black Hawk Gang".

As a burly black man, Sam thought he was strong enough. Only after meeting the master did he realize that there was someone else.

He is more than two meters tall, with muscles all over his body, and his neck is as thick as Sam's thighs. When you stand there, there is a wall of flesh!

I heard my boss brag that this killer who escaped from Russia and came to the United States was extremely powerful, killed hundreds of people under his command, and could eat half a roasted beef in one meal. He was a famous super criminal.

How could he be a super criminal? He was really ruthless. He came into the bar and tore two people apart without doing anything else.

The 1.7-meter thug acted like a child in front of him, grabbing both shoulders with both hands and tearing the man in half like tearing paper.

It was awesome, but the problem was that the two people who died were one of our own, and they didn't even say anything. They were just drinking with their heads down when they were caught and dragged away by Mr. Super Criminal.

This style of killing one's own people for fun completely frightened Sam, and he hid under the table.

The boss of the "Black Hawk Gang" didn't dare to take care of it, let alone wanted to take care of it. He even pointed out that this big boss who had received a lot of money could help him gain more territory.

However, this was clearly a losing business.

Because on the next day, the "super criminal" walking on the street tore a passerby in half who had done nothing, and then a blind man who came out of nowhere used a guide stick to cut off his limbs. Sent to prison and given the electric chair.

Except for guys with super abilities, ordinary people are not so easy to bully.

Because no one knows whether the little fat guy you are collecting protection money has the X gene in his body, or whether he will suddenly awaken due to your oppression and burn a whole street to ashes.

Even without the X gene, ordinary people are not easy to bully.

The "Strong Hand Club" is awesome, right? The boss was having a meal at a restaurant in Hell's Kitchen when an old lady stepped on her neck with one foot and shot her head off with a shotgun.

"Is the risk of joining a gang so high now?"

Jimmy, who stopped to rest, looked at his companions who told him about the dangers in disbelief. He felt that it was God's mercy that he could spend more than half a month in peace.

"We are a high-risk profession, just like astronauts."

Sam shrugged and joked.

"Astronauts also earn $60 a week?"

Jimmy burst into laughter, his nervousness relieved a lot. Perhaps this experience of escaping could be regarded as a "passing" of friendship. At least the former deputy manager was very grateful to Samra for running away from the bar with him, and his attitude improved. few.

The two were talking and laughing, and Jimmy suddenly sighed: "I don't know where that guy came from. We ran away like this. If that guy is just a lunatic, the boss won't let us go."

Jimmy, who has never seen the cruelty of death, is not as timid as Sam. Instead, he is worried about the aftermath.

"Relax, he won't touch us, Jimmy." Sam said confidently.

"What do you mean?"

Jimmy had no idea where the other person's confidence came from. Even if he grew up with that guy, he couldn't guarantee that he would miss his childhood friendship. How could the other person be so sure?

"You are his childhood friend, and I am his ornament," Sam sneered: "Sink us into the lake, who will work for him to prevent disasters in the future!"

"Ornament?"

"The decorations that are put out for people to see, like the violin behind the bar."

"I still don't understand what you mean," Jimmy looked at the black man who behaved completely differently from before, his mind was as messy as a quagmire: "Will he care about this?"

"It's not a question of caring or not," Sam shook his head and explained: "Our boss is a very bad guy. He can survive until now because many of his 'hot-blooded' men who have just joined the industry went to the police station to help him bear the charges. , I am a prop for his acting, used to burnish my reputation of "kindness" and "loyalty". Otherwise, why would those fledgling brats rush to the police station to confess their crimes one by one, as if this is really so righteous? .”

"It's better to be careful," Jimmy reminded kindly: "Maybe he has plans to replace him!"

"Who in the Black Hawk Gang can offend everyone after meeting for just a few minutes like me," Sam said nonchalantly: "Not being able to speak is also a talent. At least they can't do it as naturally as me."

Jimmy looked at Sam sitting on the roadside and felt that he was a little strange, as if he had just met him.

For a moment, I couldn't tell whether this stupid guy who I looked down on in the past was really reckless or just pretending to be so.

Seeing the self-mockery on the other person's face, I thought of myself again, and sighed: "It's not easy for anyone, it's better for those with superpowers."

"Who can say for sure about this kind of thing," Sam said with a mischievous smile: "I see that your boy is fair and fair. He doesn't look like your father. Maybe he really has the genes of the mutant uncle next door!"

"Fuck off!"

ps1: Although I only updated the 4000+ large chapters, it is quite a lot. It should be considered a professional level among part-time authors, right? (The author is guilty and pretends to be calm)

ps2: Lao Dao never spends time writing irrelevant things. Every character he writes has a big role, so don’t worry.

ps3: The Jhin you want to see is about to appear. Lao Dao will try to portray a satisfactory character for everyone in the two chapters tomorrow.

ps4: Lao Dao: I went to see Avengers 3 yesterday. Do you need me to tell you something?

Colleague: Whatever, I don’t care.

Lao Dao: I saw a man watching a movie with your girlfriend.

colleague:……

ps5: Thank you for your support, Lao Dao.

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