I am a quality captain in American comics

As we all know, being a driver in Jinbin is a high-risk profession.

Because you don't know what's killing you.

Although the defense level of this Humvee is very high, even a large-caliber anti-sniper equipment shot at close range cannot break its windshield.

But don't forget.

Sitting in this car was Kingpin, a villain known for his cruelty.

The vehicle stopped.

Kingpin opened the car door and stood on the streets of Hell's Kitchen, a place he knew very well.

"This is his base camp?"

The few gang members standing behind him looked more like celebrities.

Sometimes, the difference between these guys and celebrities is not that big.

Because in the final analysis, the primitive accumulation of capital has to be somewhat sinister and cannot obtain such huge wealth.

The only difference is whether you can come ashore with a clean slate.

But unfortunately, Jin Bin could not clear his name and come ashore.

He killed too many people.

"I love this place so much. Violence, blood, and disorder thrive."

The smile on Kingpin's face was peaceful.

The gang bosses around him didn't speak.

They are smart and know when to speak and when to keep their mouths shut.

Now is the time they need to shut up.

Because the Land Rover in which Kingpin was sitting had a ball of people lying on it.

Also because he seems to be in a pretty good mood now.

"Go find the principal of the middle school. I remember their school is now called San Diego Middle School.

I like this name, Santiago means hope. "

Kingpin strode to the corner bar.

The people he brought were just stunned for a moment and then quickly dispersed.

These guys in suits are all thugs. Even though they are dressed very delicately, every pore on their bodies is soaked with sin.

In groups of three or two, or in teams of four or five, they set out towards the territories of various gangs in Hell's Kitchen.

Their purpose is simple, to call these local gang bosses out and have a good chat.

After all, they were just looking for someone, so their attitude was quite mild.

Of course, they can't help but be gentle. As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot overwhelm a local gangster, and the gangsters in Hell's Kitchen are not vegetarians either.

The caliber of Big Ivan's Russian weapons is ridiculously large.

No matter how strong they are, they are only mortal bodies. After one round of shooting, these guys will probably be shattered to pieces.

Of course, there are surprises.

For example, the gangster who invited Zhang Beijiang to San Diego Middle School originally thought he could stand up.

But it was the mercenary team who opened the door for him.

Although these guys don't have tears tattooed on their faces, they don't have any traces of being a gangster either.

But this gangster named Mussolnier suddenly withered.

He is just a gangster, not a gangster who has been an outlaw for twenty years.

"Hi, who are you looking for?"

The toll road stared at the other party, and the latter said tremblingly.

"Oh, that's right, I am a parent of a student, and I have a school-age child who is going to attend your school.

I'd like to talk to your principal. "

Mosoniel is not only a villain, he is also quite cunning.

Almost immediately, a solution came to mind.

Christmas looked at him suspiciously.

"You said you want your child to come to San Diego High School? You know where this is, right?"

Mosonier pressed his hat. The middle-aged Italian in a suit and a leader anxiously gestured with his hands on his chest.

"Oh my God. Do I know where this is? This is San Diego High School, the high school in Hell's Kitchen, and I love it here!

Damn, do you know how difficult adolescents can be to discipline? I'm even worried that she will give me a grandson after she graduates from high school! "

Mosoniel's tone was very exaggerated, but both Christmas and Gunnar couldn't help laughing.

"It seems you really want to see our principal. Let me make a call."

Christmas nodded and turned to make a phone call.

Mosonier stared at the arrogant security guards in front of him, wondering where exactly Santiago High School was?

There are actually these guys who look like they crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

"You don't look like security guards, more like mercenaries."

"Ok?"

Yin Yang was the first to react, and rushed out without saying a word, controlling Mosoniir at an extremely fast speed.

"Tell me, who are you! Are you sent by the FBI to monitor us?"

It is not that Mosonier has no intention of resisting, but Yin Yang's skills are not comparable to that of a gangster like him.

In fact, by the time Yin Yang opened his mouth to ask, an extremely strong naked knot had already been formed.

And by the time he finished speaking, poor Mosoniel had already fainted.

"Why don't you speak! Damn it! Are you FBI people so tough-mouthed! Gunnar! Give him two big fights!"

Yin and Yang are still clamoring.

The toll road on the side is really unbearable.

"Yin Yang, if you don't let go, this Italian guy is really going to die."

"what?"

Yin Yang put away his hand with some doubts and glanced at Mosoniir who had passed out.

“Ahem, thank God, oh my God.

Who are you, school security guards or terrorists? "

"No, we are just a bunch of ordinary people."

Christmas hung up the phone, stood in front of Mosoniel, and stretched out his hand.

"Sorry, my friend has a bit of PTSD. He's been like this since he came back from Africa. That guy named Amin is really disgusting."

Yin Yang stared at him suspiciously.

"You are really not sent by the FBI. In fact, I have always wanted to join the FBI, but I just lacked referrals. Do you want to admit it? Don't worry, I just want to join the organization."

Mosonier was heartbroken.

Damn it! Do you know what you are talking about? The knife in your hand has been pulled out!

If I admitted it, you would poke seven or eight bloody holes in me right now!

"I think you must have recognized the wrong person. I am just an ordinary middle-aged man with a daughter who is not very worried.

Really, I am just an ordinary, more ordinary Italian father.

My dad was even just an old Sicilian farmer and, you know, I had kids to feed. "

Yin Yang curled his lips and put away the ferocious three-sided thorn.

He shrugged helplessly.

"I hope what you said is true. Sorry, I got a little excited just now. As my friend said, A Ming is a difficult guy to get along with."

Now Mosonier was really relieved.

But soon his heart lifted again.

Because the man he was looking for strode out with a rifle in his hand, and his aura was even more astonishing than the few mercenaries around him.

The corners of his mouth began to twitch. Is this really a legal and formal school?