Rebirth: I am the American leader

It's a pity that these lead bullets are not flies, they are real bullets that can kill people.

Billy Russo wailed, and Rogers looked at him in surprise.

"I thought you were really tough-tongued."

Frank's calm voice came from the other end of the phone. He just called Steve in some confusion.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I thought I was in trouble. You know, I only know you as an interrogation expert."

"address."

"There's a bar in Queens. The owner seems to be named Billy. You know where it is, right?"

After Rogers hung up the phone, he fully believed in Frank.

Because this is New York, Frank's main hunting ground, and his knowledge of it is definitely above him.

"I'm going to kill you, thinking about your wife, children, and children. Damn it, my men will avenge me. You will spend the rest of your life in fear."

Rogers looked at him with a 'you are brave' expression.

"You know, I knew a nigger before, and I beat him to a pig's head just because he wanted to be my boss. Do you think you, an Italian guy from the South Side, will be beaten to death by me?"

The night wind carried the strong smell of blood into Billy Russo's narrow nose.

This smell that was very similar to the smell of rust made him tremble, and he finally realized what kind of killer star he was facing.

Frank arrived quickly, but Billy Russo didn't have much energy left.

Rogers insisted that when he saw this guy, he had a pig's head on his head and pulled out all his teeth with his bare hands in front of him.

Frank did not blame Steve for this, but began the interrogation very professionally.

Unlike what Rogers thought, Frank first gave him an IV drip and adrenaline.

"I thought you were going to just start doing it."

"It is also necessary to ensure the health of the interrogation subject. I hope to get all the information I want."

Now Billy Russo finally knew what fear was, and Frank looked at him as if he were an object.

He could feel the white man's eyes going down his skin, and then accurately calculated how to dismember himself.

If Rogers is purely tough, then this guy named Franky is the most malicious guy he has ever seen.

Frankie used the knife to dissect along the muscle structure of the opponent's thigh. This was a calm performance.

Even Rogers showed strong physical discomfort after watching all this.

"I asked, what did you do before? I remember you were not a soldier? Where did you become a soldier?"

"I don't know, too many places."

Frank acted very calmly.

"I just got some useful information during the interrogation. I seem to have found the murderer of the original bombing."

Rogers was stunned at first, and then he felt that his brain was a little fried.

He knew what Frankie was referring to by the bombing, but to be honest, he didn't want to face two desperate middle-aged men at the same time.

One Kingpin is enough to give him a headache, but now if there is Frank added to the mix.

Both guys are the kind of people who can't be killed directly.

Rogers felt a little irritated. He was now eager to catch the unlucky mastermind and then dig out his brain to see if it was filled with genetically modified corn.

"I wonder what you're going to do?"

Steve asked the question that concerned him.

"kill."

Franky didn't have any emotional fluctuations as expected, he said this calmly.

"Okay, I get it. Can I go tell Nick? These guys deserve to die anyway."

Rogers said indifferently, not that he cares about human life, but that he really doesn't like this kind of guy.

In his view of life, those who rely on violent means to live a good life deserve to die.

After all, under the standards of social civilization, the act of obtaining social resources by violent means is itself a kind of logic for the weak.

"You're not going to persuade me?"

"Yeah, remember not to come back to work covered in blood. The kids in the school can't stand this. And remember to go back and strengthen the security of the school. Barney and the others are all good guys. You can use them as you like, but Wade. Pay attention, especially It's Wayne, you can't just let him out. He's a scourge, and my two little apprentices can't be let out either. God, in short, don't let this affect the students in the school."

After Steve finished speaking, he took out a cigar from his body, lit it, and took a long puff.

"Thank you. I'll be at school during the day. I'll go talk to Nick."

After Frank finished speaking, he walked straight out of the bar, drove the Mustang parked on the street and disappeared into the night.

Judging from the direction he was going, it should be a safe house that he had prepared in advance.

Rogers knew that a lot of people were likely to die tonight, but who cared?

Maybe Stacey would care, but what does it matter? He was born to do this.

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Hell's Kitchen, Big Mike's is closed these days.

The drinkers who used to come to his place have all changed places. The bar opened by the Italian guy in the back street not only has strong drinks, but also ocean horses smuggled in from Eastern Europe.

At this time, although Big Mike's bar was closed, there were still many people sitting there.

These people are all Jin Bin's subordinates.

Kingpin came here as soon as he sobered up.

Just like a beast will return to the cave where it was born to heal when it is injured.

"Hey, Wilson, you don't know, there's a commotion outside. The underground forces in New York are fighting, and Billy Russo, the Italian guy, was beaten to death. I heard he was tortured before he died. Human abuse, and now a bunch of people are being killed alive every night in New York.”

Big Mike was holding a huge plate and chattering to Jinpin about what he had seen today.

In fact, Jin was not as isolated from the world as he seemed. Even if he lost a lot of his subordinates, it would be impossible to have only this little one left.

“Who profits now?”

Kingpin asked a question that concerned him.

Big Mike shook his head and put down the plate in his hand.

"That's what puzzles me. No one is profiting, Wilson. Maybe during the day, the film is profiting, but at night someone will massacre the profiteers."

Kingpin's hand holding the knife and fork paused for a moment, but soon he started cutting the steak boldly.

He was full of momentum, with a kind of savage joy.

"Someone I thought of going with, maybe I should meet this guy?"

Kingpin was talking to himself as he ate. He looked completely different now than before, and now he was obviously a little crazier.