In Marvel's Kamen Rider Chronicles

Late at night, the wind is freezing.

New York, a port in Hell's Kitchen.

A large freighter gradually docked. Workers waiting on the shore drove their pickup trucks directly onto the freighter and started loading.

"Hey, Nico! You damn nigger, are you okay with that brat Taki?" The two niggas hugged each other on the boat, then rapped a few words to each other and started chatting.

"It's still the same. His coach said he has great basketball talent and wants to take him to play in the high school league. I'm considering it recently."

"Oh, damn, with your son's height and weight, he can still play basketball? You couldn't have been deceived by a damn talent scout, right?"

"Who knows, anyway, the basketball coach said that he was responsible for the expenses and the training for the next two and a half years was handed over to him, so I didn't bother to take care of it."

"Oh I see, you don't have to spend money."

"Stop talking about me, where are you? Are your three daughters in love?"

"!!! Shhhh!" When the nigger heard this, he immediately covered the mouth of the other nigger with a nervous look on his face. "Keep your voice down! Boss Frank has been very angry when he heard this word recently! Last time he pointed it directly at I saw a love movie poster and fired a shot! The kind that shoots directly on the street!"

The other nigger suddenly broke into a cold sweat: "Frank? What happened to him?"

"Ahem, the boss's daughter, as you know, our little Princess Anne, she has found a partner..."

Another nigger who had been working at the docks in New York and was not in the Devil City and therefore lacked information channels understood: "I see, that's no wonder. If I were Frank, I would go crazy too."

"you do not say."

When the two people were competing here, in a corner of the pier where the containers were densely packed, two figures, one large and one small, wearing black windbreakers and holding a small pistol in their hands, squatted behind the containers and observed the situation here.

Not far from them, there were more agents wearing uniforms.

"Oh, my God, aren't we here to catch drug dealers today? You can't tell me that those containers are all filled with those things, right?" After a period of training, Richard Parker was He led his seniors to the scene of this operation.

Because a lot of intelligence had been collected in advance for this operation, it was basically foolproof, so the senior who brought Richard Parker brought him here to open his eyes.

Richard Parker is a good budding agent, very good, well, except for one flaw...

"Pa" the senior put a piece of tape on Richard's mouth, and then said to Richard Parker with a serious face: "Pay attention, we will start taking action later, you can't make the slightest sound, you know?" ?”

Richard Parker curled his thumb and index finger and made a gesture that made the men of the Stick Country furious.

Then, ten minutes later, when the container was almost unloaded, with the sound of a gunshot, dozens of armed men rushed out from behind the container. Everyone had assault rifles in their hands, and they aimed at the trucks and fired at them. .

Suddenly, flames burst out and gunshots filled the sky. Almost in the next moment, the people who were attacked took out weapons from their cars and began to fight back.

Then there was a firefight between the two sides, and Frank's men were beaten back steadily. The militants rushed in directly and began to switch to stun guns, obviously hoping to capture them alive.

At this moment, a shell mixed with tail flames hit the armed crowd, and the nearest person was directly blown into a mutilated state.

Richard Parker and his master, who had not waited for the signal, opened their eyes wide. His master cursed angrily: "Are you kidding! RPG?! Where did these people get it?!"

Then, an angry roar appeared in the earphones of the two people: "Get them all! Just use the gun! Gun! Load it! Damn it! Don't think about catching anyone alive! Fake! What idiot is responsible for collecting intelligence! I want it when I go back Remove him from his post!"

"You stay here! Something is wrong tonight!" Richard's master frowned. After a moment of silence, he patted Richard Parker on the shoulder and left.

Richard looked at his master's back, silently tore off the tape on his mouth, and opened his mouth, but he, who was always talkative, was speechless at this time...

When the scale of the fire between the two sides gradually increased, more people joined the battle, and at this moment, Richard Parker's excellent vision, which could be called an eagle's eye, allowed him to see the freighter coming from one end. A figure ran to the other side...

His eyes widened in disbelief: Annie! Why is she here!

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"My little ancestor! Why are you here?!" "Frank" looked at Anne with a collapsed face, full of questions.

Annie said with a cold face: "I received a letter from our mailbox, saying that someone will come to this port tonight to arrest people, so I came."

“Frank” collapsed and held his head: “Of course someone will come! My little ancestor!

What do you think we are doing here?

You have to take care of everything up and down!

Not only do we need to give the gangs here in Hell's Kitchen a distribution channel, but also for the officials, we can't let them lose too much face!

So from time to time we would be arrested and locked up for a few days, and we would have to pay a sum of money before we could be released, do you understand?

This is a tacit understanding between us and those damn secret service organizations! "

Anne's originally cold face suddenly became confused: "Wha, what?"

"Frank" sighed: "This world is not black and white, you shouldn't get involved, it will put you in danger!"

Annie was anxious: "But! You also said it was dangerous! So, so..."

"Frank" suddenly lit up and pinched Annie's cheek: "So you are worried about me? Little Annie, are you worried about me?"

Annie pursed her lips and turned her head to the side.

"Frank" chuckled, then picked up the RPG from the ground aside, stepped on the container, and yelled: "Fight these damn cops! Get heavy firepower!"

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"Damn! It shouldn't be like this!" An agent roared in his heart. Today, he shouldn't just come here and fire a few shots, and then the people over there will raise their hands and surrender. Then they can call it a day and go home. Tomorrow their leader will He will be interviewed by the media, and then he will be in the limelight for a while. In a few days, the other party will send someone to send a batch of money, and they can let him go and wait until the next time such an action happens again...

Isn't this how the script should be?

Don't these damn guys have any morals at all? What you say doesn't count?

And while he was still thinking about this, two heavy machine guns were brought up on the freighter and began to spit out tongues of fire.

"dodge!"

Just in time to hear such a sound, the agent was swept by a machine gun, and then his body was beaten into a sieve.

The last thought in his life, this agent still thought, these guys don't follow martial ethics, and their words don't count...

The scene was in chaos for a while. Suddenly a stream of light flashed through the darkness, and then a silver line with flames hit the freighter, and then...

"boom!"

The freighter exploded and was blown into two pieces...

In the blazing flames, countless goods, figures in the sea looked at this scene with shocked faces...

And the shore...

The agents also stopped firing for a while...

Richard Parker looked back, and sure enough he saw a group of about a hundred troops driving armored vehicles, and the tanks were driving towards this direction.

The military is coming.

Richard's eyes widened. Although this was a coastal seaport and already a suburb within a suburb, it was still located in New York! Pull out the tanks and armored vehicles here...

What a joke! This is too much!

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