Chapter Eighty-Eight: Marion, the Sleeping Super Killer
At half past seven the next day, on the old yellow school bus heading to the school, President Maya, who was in a blue and white checkered school uniform, sat on his own seat on the ground.
Well, it's a single seat in the first row behind the driver, which can be close to the window to see the scenery, and it's very close to the door, so it's very convenient to get on and off the car! Ever since Maya became the president of the student council, no one dared to compete with her for this feng shui throne again!
However, she was not in a daze at this time, but was carefully eavesdropping on the conversations of other classmates in the car. Snakes have snakes, rats have rat holes, and these Hell's Kitchen-born students all have their own sources.
"Have you heard? Last night at the butcher's bar in the 40th block, I dripped! Sixty or seventy dead, sixty or seventy!! It was the little freckled Arthur again, who was the first to shout excitedly.
"Is this true? When was this? β
Since the old lady entered the number, Andrew is no longer addicted to the little overlord learning machine, and it seems that he is also learning to grow up and save money to buy adult magazines for Gucci?!
Well, people want to bring some clothes and food for their mothers, but now people are also a lot silent, and it is rare that they are so excited today and take the initiative to ask.
"Around 12 o'clock last night, Andrew, you don't know! Last night, the entire 40th Street was like firecrackers, crackling and crackling, and gunshots rang out for most of the night! All kinds of grenades and rockets have blown up half the street! I'll tell you......"
This Arthur is obviously bragging, what happened last night, doesn't President Maya, who is the mastermind behind the scenes, not know? From the sound of the gunshots to the end of the incident, it was no more than a minute, and the gods rang out in the middle of the night. No one took half a step out of the butcher's bar during the whole process, and why did they blow up half the street? It seems that this little freckles is also very unreliable!
Sure enough, after hearing Arthur's words, someone in the car had already retorted, "Arthur, you are a big dealer!" Lao Tzu lives near 40th Street, and last night's gunshots were heard from beginning to end, and it didn't take more than 10 minutes! There are no grenades, rockets or anything like that, Lao Tzu also went to see it in the morning, and there is not even a street lamp on the street! β
was refuted by people in person, Arthur also felt a little embarrassed, and retorted loudly: "Tuke, you little deflated three know a fart!" I have an uncle who is a police officer in the neighborhood, and he told me personally, sixty-eight people died! He counted very well, sixty-eight people! With so many people dead, the battlefield must be fierce and cruel, how can there be such a large number of casualties without high-power weapons? β
"Yes, yes! Arthur has a point! It's not uncommon to have so many people killed, even if the neighborhood is smashed! All the students nodded in agreement, Arthur.
"Sure enough, there is no good end to the black, just sixty or seventy people died in the battle for just one block, it's too miserable! Or will the elders be prescient! A certain student A said, and looked at the elder with reverence.
"Yes! The elder saved the lives of dozens of classmates in one fell swoop, which is great! Student B agreed.
"You bunch of pencils! When did the elder go wrong? Have you ever been unwise? "Student C is still very loud, and I really hope that someone will pay attention to him.
At this time, Andrew couldn't listen anymore, and quickly asked again: "Arthur, who was the shootout on 40th Street yesterday?" β
"It's Marion who sells hemp grass on 39th Street and the Russians on the Upper West Side, they agreed to be at the butcher's bar, and everyone in the neighborhood knows about it, and we didn't dare go out last night!" Without waiting for Arthur to reply, Tuke Barrett, a black boy, interjected.
"So Marion's people are all wiped out? Those Slavs were all soldiers of the former Soviet Union, and the United States, which only arrived after the collapse of the Soviet Union in 91, developed in just two years, and it was really strong! "Andrew is very sensible and far-sighted.
"This, this, I don't know, I hid at home last night, how dare I go out to check? Isn't that looking for death? I guess that's the case, I'm afraid all the people in Marion are dead. But it's not bad, you can fight out a dozen Russians, it's not a loss! Tuke squeaked.
Hearing this, Arthur immediately turned pale, and said sarcastically: "You guys, you are still too young and naΓ―ve, and the information is too closed! β
After saying this, Arthur first carefully looked around before lowering his voice and saying, "I will whisper to you, Marion is not simple, it is not simple!" He is a very special mental patient, and Marion has a very terrifying second personality! That second personality is only revealed in the most dangerous moments, taking over his body! Now that the word has spread, Marion has also received a new nickname - Sleeping Marion! β
Seeing that the classmates still had black question mark faces, Arthur had to explain in detail: "Yesterday's battle was very fierce, and according to the form, it was indeed very unfavorable for Marion's side. Because of Mar, well, ahem, because of the great and wise President Hansen, Marion didn't recruit cannon fodder from our school at all...... However, it turned out to be ......"
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"It turned out to be unexpected, Owsley? Do you have anything you can explain? β
In a modern, upscale penthouse, a wrinkled Chinese lady stands on crutches in front of a floor-to-ceiling window on the 32nd floor. She was bathed in the warm golden morning light, looking at the noisy and bustling morning scene of Manhattan, and said faintly to the red-haired Wolverine who was kneeling on the ground.
The "Wolverine", who looked like a gangster, was trembling at the moment, and he didn't even dare to raise his head.
"Mrs. Gao, it's my fault this time! But that Marion is too cunning, too weird, and very vicious. He first lied that he wanted peace talks and was willing to give up the fight for the DU business on 39th Street, which made us careless. Regardless of the life or death of his younger brother, he directly turned his face and killed Lanskakhov at the negotiation table. What's even more terrifying is him, he, he, he can actually dodge bullets, less than 10 meters away, less than 10 meters away! It's not about dodging one or two, it's more than a dozen people shooting at the same time! Shooting at the same time, even the brick wall was shattered, but he didn't hurt a single hair! β
The old Chinese lady turned her head and looked at Osley with a frightened face, and did not comment on this, but asked lightly, "Langley, where are your steel claws?" β
Langley Olly was stunned for a moment, then looked down at his empty arm, and said in a bitter voice, "Madame Gao, I, I...... After seeing Marion pierce the hearts of 18 strong men in just a dozen seconds with a small dagger, I, I ......"
"You have given up the dignity of a warrior, and you don't even have the courage to fight Marion? Yes, from the time you accept Marion's alms, when you flee alone, you don't deserve to wear that weapon anymore. Langley, you're wasted?! β
Listening to the flat, undulating voice of the old lady opposite, Osley bowed his head in resignation, waiting for the arrival of the skull-piercing sword.
Mrs. Gao circled around Osley who was kneeling on the ground twice, and finally held the right hand of the staff head without any other movement, but said calmly: "Langley, you are no longer a warrior, take off your armor and turn to a civilian!" From now on, you'll be in charge of the accounts of the flour business in New York! β
"Yes, Madame Gao! There will be no more steel-clawed owls in the future, only Langley Owsley! β