"Sam, everyone will call Sam, but I didn't expect that you, Sam, would still sell alien weapons." Jardine Edson played with the robot arm in his hand and said playfully.

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

"If you want to buy it, you've got to pay for it first." In Spider-Man, codenamed Thriller, Sam, who was killed by Tumus in the movie, looked at the man in front of him, and his eyes suddenly sank.

"I don't care where you go, but if you want to eat black, you can just give it a try." As he spoke, he glanced at the man in black who was approaching, his pupils shrank slightly, but he had no fear.

"I'm just a little brother anyway."

"Interesting." Jardine Edson narrowed his gaze, carefully examined his expression, and suddenly beckoned back, and suddenly a man in black placed the white suitcase in front of Sam.

"There's $500,000 here, I want all of you guys, and I want you to bring a message."

Sam finished counting the money, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, snapped, covered the suitcase, handed it to the person in the back, and said.

"You say."

"49 days ago on the night, I was cut off a hand, and I want to ask you boss, do you know a group of guys who claim to be in the Hand Club." Jardine Ederson stroked the arm he had picked up, and said casually.

"Hand Meeting, isn't that the group of people in the island country, you are really unfortunate to provoke those crazy people." Sam scoffed, his face straight.

"We never trade with those people, though."

"Good." Jardine Edson didn't care, waved his hand, and let his people stand down.

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

"OK, your words, I'll deliver it on time." Sam said with his hands outstretched.

After a while, he drove the people out of here in a small van.

"Boss, he's so arrogant......" A black leader came over and asked, watching Sam leave.

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

Bang......

There was a loud bang, and a large hole in the stone wall suddenly appeared, and cracks like broken spider webs spread.

"Did you catch the old guy's daughter?" Jardine Edson is satisfied with the closing of the fist.

"I've been caught, but Bru Wilson hasn't, I'll bring someone over right away."

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

"Let me go, tomorrow night at 10 o'clock, Nanhai Wharf, he won't arrive, I'll kill his whole family to feed the crocodiles."

"Understood."

With that, a group of people quickly left the overpass.

"I'd like to see who gave you the guts." Inside the car, Jardine Edson thought slowly.

It took him more than a month to bloody the Brooklyn Hand Club, the Chinatown gang, and the Russian mafia before finally reaching a settlement and determining that the person of the day was his arrangement.

But......

This horse's foot was exposed by Bru Wilson himself.

He doesn't understand.

An old dog who just wants to get rich, where does he get the courage to die like this?

Hitch a ride with outsiders!

That's inevitable, but Tumus's gang, a few months ago, was still a gang of people engaged in demolition and construction.

Obviously, there are people behind them.

So who was it, with such great ability, to make Bru Wilson rebel overnight.

Jardine Edson knows that since the arrival of aliens, the forces of this world are facing a reshuffle.

Even if he is the underground king of Brooklyn, he is not much better than a dog in front of a real behemoth.

He could have admitted it and left with a rich net worth, but he couldn't retreat.

The jackal in Hell's Kitchen was staring at him, and Kim He, the guy he regarded as his nemesis, would be swallowed without even a bone if he retreated.

"Fight, or be crushed into dust, or leap into the ground, the underground king of New York." A look of mad anticipation appeared on the corner of Jardine Edson's mouth.

"I hope you don't let me down."

……

The next day, in the evening.

"Understood, I'll get over it." The corners of Bru Wilson's mouth curled slightly.

Life is a gamble.

Who wins and who loses, only God knows!

But today, he knew, because three days ago, Toombs had told him that he had come back from that man.

He knew very well what kind of person Jardine Edson was, a demon who looked elegant on the outside, but was cold and crazy in his bones.

"Can you still crush it?" Thinking of the cloaked man with strange powers, Bru Wilson thought.

He went to the closet and chose a black evening suit, as if he were going to a grand drinking party, without the slightest worry on his face.

Come out and mix, sooner or later you have to change.

The difference is that life must be chic and death, and death must be considerate, which is the inevitable consciousness of survival in the cracks.

Airplanes......

A modified Rolls-Royce, rushing into the dark night, sailed to the South China Sea dock.

Like. Sail to a sin city.

Half an hour later, somewhere in the Hudson River, a figure shrouded in darkness descended.

In his eyes, a middle-aged man in a straight suit walked towards the center of the dock, the only light.

It looks like you've entered the mouth of a monstrous beast.

"Jardine Edson?" Seeing this scene, the black figure muttered in a low voice, his posture elegant, standing proudly in mid-air, his body perfectly blending with the shadows, so that no one could detect it.

"Actually, undefended?" When he came to the main entrance of the dock, a faint light came out from the inside, revealing his faint face in the black figure.

It was Su Fei who received the news from Tumus.

He looked up and saw more than a dozen people of all colors, fully armed.

In the middle of the factory, a young man with broken blond hair sat in the center with a horizontal knife, and next to him, a beautiful girl was tied to the seat.

And Bru Wilson has already reached the center.

"You are very confident and dare to come alone." Jardine Edson chuckled under his breath.

"It's not confidence, it's elegance, and of course it's also the situation." Bru Wilson smiled faintly, his face straight.

"Let my daughter go, I'll give you what you want."

"Give?" Jardine Ederson sneered and walked over with his knife, the cold blade sliding over Bru Wilson's body and pressing down his chest muscles.

There was black clothing that hid the blood red that flowed out.

"What I want, won't I take it myself?" Jardine Edson looked at Bru Wilson's strong endurance, but his forehead was beating, and his eyes turned cold.

"I'm going to dig up a piece of your meat now and feed it to your daughter who has been hungry for a day, do you think she'll eat it?"

As he spoke, Jardine Ederson unbuttoned Bru Wilson's suit and shirt, and suddenly the dazzling blood appeared in front of Laura Wilson's eyes.

There are sharp knives downward, ready to cut the meat.

However, Jardine Edson paused, glanced at Laura Wilson, whose pupils were constricted and began to struggle, said to him again, and his tone was cold.

"Say, who is behind you?"