Marvel's Summoner Arrives

"Sam, everyone will be called Sam, but I didn't expect you, Sam, to sell alien weapons." Jardin Edson said playfully, playing with the robot arm in his hand.

"So, Sam, can you tell me where these come from?"

"If you want to buy this thing, you have to come up with money first." Sam, codenamed Thriller in Spider-Man and killed by Toomes in the movie, looked at the man in front of him, his eyes suddenly darkened.

"I don't care where you are from, but if you want to be black and black, you can just try it." He said, glanced at the man in black who was approaching, his pupils shrank slightly, but said confidently.

"Anyway, I'm just a little brother."

"Interesting." Jardin Edson narrowed his eyes, carefully studied his expression, and suddenly waved back. Suddenly, a man in black put a white suitcase in front of Sam.

"Here is 50 US dollars, you guys, I want all of them, and I also want you to bring a message."

After Sam counted the money, a satisfied smile appeared on his lips, he closed the suitcase with a snap, handed it to the person behind him, and said.

"You said."

"On the night of 49 days ago, I was cut off by someone. I want to ask your boss, do you recognize a group of guys who call themselves the Hand Society." Jardin Edson stroked the returned arm, as if nothing had happened.

"The Hand, isn't that the group of people from the island country? You are so unfortunate that you have offended that group of lunatics." Sam sneered, his expression straightened.

"However, we never deal with those people."

"Very good." Jardin Edson didn't care, and waved his hand to let his people retreat.

"Then please send a message to your boss and tell him, or the people behind him, that if you want to save Bruce Wilson, come to South China Sea Wharf to pick someone up."

"Okay, as you said, I'll deliver it on time." Sam spread his hands and said.

After a while, he drove a minivan and took people away from here.

"Boss, he is so arrogant." Watching Sam leave, a black leader came over and asked.

"Hey, a brainless little bastard, what's the use of killing him?" Jardine Edson said, putting on the robot arm in his hand, and punched the wall next to him.

bang

With a loud noise, a hole the size of a bowl appeared on the stone wall, and cracks spread like spider webs.

"Did you catch the old guy's daughter?" Jardine Edson said with satisfaction.

"I've caught it, but Bruce Wilson hasn't. I'll take someone there right away."

"Idiot, do you need to catch him? He will come by himself." Jardine Edson sneered, his face turned cold and became extremely gloomy.

"If you tell me, if he doesn't arrive at Nanhai Pier at 10 o'clock tomorrow night, I will kill his whole family and feed them to the crocodiles."

"clear."

With that said, a group of people quickly left the bridge.

"I would like to see who gave you the courage." Inside the car, Jardin Edson thought slowly.

For more than a month, he bloodbathed the Hand in Brooklyn, Chinatown gangs, and the Russian Mafia before finally reaching a settlement and confirming that the people who were there that day came from his subordinates.

but

This tell was exposed by Bruce Wilson himself.

He doesn't understand.

Where does an old dog who just wants to get rich get the courage to commit suicide like this?

catch up with outsiders

That is inevitable, but Toombs and his gang, a few months ago, were still a bunch of demolition and construction workers.

Obviously, there are people behind them.

So who, with such a great ability, made Bruce Wilson rebel overnight.

Jardine Edson knows very well that since the arrival of aliens, the forces in this world have been facing a reshuffle.

Even if he is the underground king of Brooklyn, he is no better than a dog in the face of real monsters.

He could have resigned and left with a rich fortune, but he could not retreat.

The jackal from Hell's Kitchen was watching him, Kingpin, the one he was watching