Just like the rich ethnic group, the gangs in the United States are diverse, the Italian mafia, the Irish gang, the Chinese gang, the Russian gang......

Most of their members are low-level immigrants from various countries, who lack knowledge, work and income, and can only use this most primitive form of organization to survive and fight under the normal social order.

These gangsters of all stripes are interspersed behind the bustling city, filled with alcohol, ? In the underground world of goods and prostitutes, the bloody and violent side of the country is depicted in ink.

Artem Ivanov was the head of a Russian gang, Belarus to be precise, and his father came to the United States at a time when Belarus became part of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.

Ivanov rules the underworld of a neighborhood in New York, and whenever it goes dark, he becomes the king of the place.

Tonight, though, he's clearly not the king.

Ivanov carefully accompanied a middle-aged man in a suit and a mustache on his street.

This middle-aged man was none other than Anton Vanke, the chief technology officer of Stark Industries, who was wearing a trench coat and a black hat, as if he had blended in with the night around him.

Although Ivanov is the leader of the gang here, he understands that compared to the top of Stark Industries, his own power is nothing, and the other party only needs to move his fingers to make himself irreversible.

What's more, Ivanov thinks this is a great opportunity, he and Anton Vanke are half compatriots, if he can help a little, I believe that Anton Vanke can definitely make his power in the New York underground world go further.

“…… The other party was two people, a white man named Duflan and an Indian named Kimchi Lub, who stayed in a hotel not far from here. Anton Vanke said, handing out an envelope, "More detailed information is here." ”

Ivanov opened the envelope, which contained a document and a check, the amount of which made his heart skip a beat.

"It's just a deposit." Anton Vanke glanced at him.

Ivanov took a deep breath: "To kill them? ”

"Of course. But more important is what they have in their hands, a glowing blue cobblestone, which should be placed in a square box by them if nothing else, bring him to me, and you will be paid more. Anton Vanke paused, "and my friendship." ”

Ivanov immediately patted his chest and said: "Please rest assured, respected Mr. Vanke, within three days, I will definitely bring you something!" ”

Anton Vanke pressed his black soft hat: "There is no need to limit the time like this, it is okay to be late, the most important thing is to keep your hands and feet clean, I don't want the headline of the newspaper to be 'Anton Vanke and the New York Gang' one day." ”

……

In the night view of Manhattan, the sky is drizzling.

Dufran and Kimchi Lub came out of the bar, the latter slightly drunk and burping.

"This is your first time at a bar?" Dufran couldn't help but say, holding out his umbrella as he rolled it out.

Kimchi Lub nodded and also stretched out his umbrella: "You may not know, before joining the Knights, I was half a primitive, fighting wild beasts in the Indian jungle. You, Duflan, I hear you used to be a banker. ”

"Yes." Duflan walked under the neon sign with his briefcase, reluctant to talk about his past, "But that's in the past." ”

"By the way, what would we have done if that Soviets hadn't sent someone to snatch the energy stone?" Kimchi Lub said suddenly.

"Then we'll go to Stark Tower and talk again." "But it's a small probability." ”

"If there is a profit of 300 percent, the capitalists are even willing to sell the ropes that hang themselves. In the face of such a major trade-off, even ordinary people are likely to choose this method, let alone someone like Anton Vanke. ”

After a pause, Dufran said again: "As long as they send it to the door." We have one more bargaining chip. ”

Kimchi Rub nodded.

On the brightly lit streets of New York, the two men were holding umbrellas and walking, and Duflan seemed to suddenly notice something and slowed down.

Then he reached out and took out a pair of sunglasses from his bosom and put them on, then turned to look.

As soon as he put on his sunglasses, Duflan's eyes burst into a bright light like golden flames, and the Eye of Reckoning scanned the pedestrians behind him under the cover of the sunglasses.

Soon he smiled: "Here we are." ”

In the vision of the Holy Light, the busy pedestrians faded their various appearances and skins, revealing the good and evil that lingered on them.

The vast majority of the people are yellow, some are dark and some are light, but there are also some blood-red figures mixed in, which is quite eye-catching.

What's more, these blood-red figures are almost faintly following behind Dufran and Kimchi Lub, sneaky.

Kimchi Rubu also put on sunglasses, opened the Eye of Reckoning and scanned behind him, and soon found these trailing thugs as well.

"You're right, Duflan!" He couldn't help but exclaim, "What do we do next?" ”

"Find them a quiet place." Dufran said lightly, then turned around as if nothing had happened, and walked towards the sparsely populated area.

Not far behind them, a bald man whispered to the man next to him, "Boss, I feel as if they are aware of us." ”

"What if you perceive it?" Artem Ivanov said, "We have twenty good hands, and guns, are we afraid of the two of them?" ”

"Okay."

"We need to be careful with that Indian, I feel like he might be 1.9 meters tall." Ivanov said, "Let's go, brothers. ”

"Ulla."

A gang of gangsters followed the two from a distance, turning the streets of New York, becoming less crowded as they moved away from the city and as the night deepened.

In a short time, they came to a secluded and uninhabited path.

"Boss, I think this is a good place, let's do it here." Said a gangster.

Ivanov looked left and right, and also felt that this place was quiet and remote, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and it was a good place to kill people, so he nodded: "Ready to do it!" ”

A group of gang members quickened their pace and approached Dufran and the two who were walking in front, and soon the two sides were less than fifty meters apart.

That's when something happened that they didn't expect.

Dufran and Kimchi Lub, who were walking in front, stopped in unison, then turned around and casually took off the sunglasses on their eyes.

As they moved, four lines of golden glow emerged from the sunglasses, staring directly at the gangsters on the other side of the street.