Marvel: Starts with a Zanpakuto - Chapter 1307 weird boss

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New York, West Shore of Manhattan Island.

It faces the bustling Eighth Avenue in the east and the Hudson River in the west. It is bounded by 59th Street and 34th Street in the north and south, and is divided into a rectangular area.

Around it, surrounded by neon bright high-rise buildings, in the middle of those commercial streets where the wealthy gather, there is a whole city, known as the most chaotic, darkest and poorest area.

It's called...Hell's Kitchen.

It is hard to imagine that in such a bustling metropolis, there is still such a shadow hidden.

Every night, evil will come here.

In the streets full of chaos and disorder, the only hope for you to survive is not the cops who claim to be justice and freedom, but it depends on which gang you... turn to.

Because here, what the gang says is more effective than the so-called law and those police officers.

The premise is that you can afford expensive protection fees.

If you can't pay the protection fee, then I have to say sorry to you, maybe there will be an extra body on the street tomorrow morning.

But don't worry.

At least, the gangs have a bit of integrity, they will pay the cleaning staff regularly to take your body away and throw it in some garbage dump, or in the Hudson River.

It was getting late, and the moon was obscured by hazy clouds.

The lights on the street are bright and dim, and the circuits that have not been repaired all the year round exploded sparks in the dark night.

sizzle... sizzle...

Accompanied by the sizzling sound caused by the leakage of electric current, under the darkness of the distant street, dozens of pitch-black cars seemed to approach ghosts in the dark night, and the headlights illuminated the street.

Those young people who were hiding in dark corners, doing things like flies and dogs, with pale and weak faces, fled aside in fright, for fear that they would be caught if they ran too slowly.

Because someone has already recognized it.

The license plates of those cars belong to the Fisker Group!

In Hell's Kitchen, everyone remembers one thing, that is, don't get angry, the boss of Fisker Group, or even if he goes to the White House in Washington, he will die.

The man named Fisk is the emperor of the underground gang in New York and even the United States, who dominates this chaotic darkness and is the undisputed overlord.

But some people did not choose to escape.

There are always some people who will be overcome by curiosity and want to see why the famous Fisker Group is here.

"Perhaps, you can use this information to exchange some spiritual food with other gangsters."

This is their idea.

squeak!

All the cars parked on the side of the street as if they had made an appointment.

Immediately afterwards, the car doors were opened one after another, and a group of people wearing black suits, uniform movements and sturdy physical fitness, coupled with the indifferent face, exuded the atmosphere that strangers should not approach, no doubt everyone can fight.

Moreover, the position between their waists and abdomen is bulging, obviously wearing guns.

Then, one of the strong men came to an obviously modified Rolls-Royce and opened the door respectfully.

A bald-headed man in a suit with a height of two meters and an unusually large body that looked like a big fat man, like a little giant, bent down and walked down Rolls Royce.

That's... gold!

The moment they saw the man, these people realized that something might have happened to them.

Because that man is the underworld emperor.

Wilson Grant Wesker!

Of course, people are more willing to call him another nickname - Jin Bing!

Jin Bian tidied up the neckline of his suit, and with those tiger-like eyes, he glanced around casually: "Get rid of them, I don't want to be disturbed."

Those who stayed in place to watch, suddenly regretted why they didn't leave just now.

bang bang bang...

There was a messy gunshot, mixed with screams.

After a while, the street returned to silence and silence, except for a pool of blood on the ground, describing what had just happened.

"You stay here, don't follow."

Through the car window, Jin Bian repeatedly confirmed that the tie was not crooked, and that the neckline and cuffs were straight, and then said to his subordinates.

Surprisingly, those thugs in suits with sturdy fighting power did not object to this proposal.

As an insider who knows the truth.

One thing they are deeply aware of is that the boss, Kim Bing, is stronger than all of them put together.

Under the large suit that seemed to be about to burst, it was not a pile of fat and fat, but an explosive power and muscles that reached the limit of human beings.

Jin and strode to the very edge of the street.

It was located on a dark corner, and there was still some **** thrown there, exuding a smell, only one and a half people wide, two meters high, with a tattered facade.

Outside this dilapidated facade, there is a wooden sign that was picked up from nowhere, with four words written on it: Equivalent Exchange.

The handwriting is engraved, and the strokes are strong and powerful.

Even though it was written on an old wooden sign, it made Jin Bian feel an invisible pressure, and if he looked directly at it for a long time, his eyeballs would even sting.

"Breathe... breathe..."

Jin took a deep breath and pushed the door open with his hands.

When the old and rotten wooden door was pushed open, it made a harsh rotten wood noise, and a corridor with dim yellow light bulbs came into his eyes.

Jin Bian took a closer look, and after confirming that there was no problem, he strode into the corridor.

The corridor is not too long, you can see the end at a glance.

There is still a door at the end, but it looks a lot newer than the one outside, and it is antique, with intricate patterns carved in the hollows, and it looks a bit like an antique.

Unfortunately, Kim doesn't like antiques.

Without hesitation, he pushed open the door and entered, an unexpectedly large living room appeared in front of him.

The living room has an area of ​​at least hundreds of square meters. In terms of furnishings and decoration, it seems to be a reference to the style of the great eastern country. Four jujube red beams stand in the four directions.

On the left and right sides, there is a spiral staircase leading to the second floor ~www.novelbuddy.com~ There is a cute girl next to the door.

With two ponytails, he was only about twelve or thirteen years old, and he was not even taller than Jin Bing's belly.

The girl was wearing a classic maid outfit. After glancing at him, she turned to look at the mountains of books in the living room, and shouted, "Sir, there is a guest here."

The voice just fell.

But I saw a head emerge from the mountain of books.

Immediately afterwards, the man walked out while scratching his head. He didn't look very big, only about 20 years old. He was wearing a gold and strange clothes that he had never seen before. .

"Welcome to our store, Mr. Wilson Grant Fisker." The man approached, looked at him, smiled and said, "Adhering to the principle of equal exchange, I don't know what you want?"

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