"Stump, Tread, Tread—"

Sam, who felt like he was being angered, was about to theorize with his peers when he was interrupted by voices from near and far.

Looking up, a strangely dressed guy came out of the night, wearing a white trench coat and a light silver mask with no floral decorations on his face.

Looking down at their shirtless self, the black gang felt that the other party was not in the same season as themselves.

"Maybe he and Jimmy have more in common?"

Thinking of the neatly dressed former deputy manager of the insurance company next to him, Sam suddenly realized that he seemed to be the one who didn't fit in.

Thinking wildly in his head, but the black man still remembered what his job was, and when he saw the man walking towards the bar, he who had never seen this person before immediately scolded, "Do you know where this is, boy!"

"Get out of here, or you'll soon taste the power of your fist!"

Jimmy, who was standing on the other side of the store, was closing his eyes because of the embarrassing thing just now, and when he heard his companion shouting, he frowned: "Shut up, idiot!"

"Jimmy......

Sam was about to say something, but Jimmy glared back, "You have to offend everyone you've seen to be comfortable?"

As a companion, Jimmy despises the other party's babbling temperament.

If it weren't for the fact that the people who came and went were all acquaintances, and the newcomers couldn't afford to provoke the "Black Eagle Gang", they would have been pressed down and sunk into Lake Rainer by virtue of the bald guy's unobtrusive performance.

While the two were arguing, the person who came had already walked in front of them.

The bald black man was obviously unhappy, and he didn't make a sound after stopping the person, muttering in a voice that he could only hear, venting his dissatisfaction in his heart.

Jimmy ignored him, glancing over the visitor.

Although he only worked for three and a half months before he was kicked out for persuading his boss's wife to buy him a huge amount of personal safety accident insurance, he still had some experience when it came to estimating the net worth of others.

The clothes on the other party are obviously handmade, and the materials used are extremely high-end, at least buy the inferior suit on his body, and the number of digits is more than five.

"How could such a person be here?"

Ream, while better than Hell's Kitchen, isn't a good place either.

The law and order are in turmoil, and business is naturally not too developed, so there are very few rich and noble groups in the entire Rem District, and the guys with heads have long moved out of here.

Looking at the expressionless light silver mask, Jimmy subconsciously admonished: "This is not the place for you to come, cripple, go quickly!"

"Crippled?"

Ember smiled, he had countless nicknames, and he had experienced all kinds of curses and abuse, but he dared to call himself lame to his face, and he called him so naturally, except for the monkey who projected to Ionia, and the guy opposite was the second.

"It's such an interesting world, and even a street thug has such guts. ”

Kada Ember wasn't angry, just a little emotional.

He's not lame, that's the truth.

Although Ember has modified himself with technology to improve his combat abilities and implanted some Hex's bionic devices in his body, these changes have not caused any flaws in his body, and his somewhat lame walking style is just a manifestation of his art style.

Artists always have to hold a shelf, and every move is like performing on the stage.

"Who do you say is the thug!"

Before Jimmy could do anything, Sam was not happy and grabbed the collar of the guy in front of him, but was lightly dodged.

As if to prove that there was no problem with his legs and feet, the other party also did a few tap dance steps.

"Not a thug?"

The sound of the end of the ember is raised, which is not a mockery, but a kind of verbal guidance similar to the effect of the show, which makes the two opposite have the illusion that they are watching a variety show.

The two looked at each other, and the bald guy shook his head to indicate that he hadn't found the camera hidden in the shadows, and Jimmy turned his head in anger, not wanting to pay attention to this stupid fool with a bad brain.

"We're the Black Hawks!"

Although it may seem reckless, as an "old man" who has been in the gang for nearly a decade and still has a full range of parts, Sam is not a brave and ruthless person.

The dexterity shown by the other party made him understand the gap between them, and not only did he not do it again, but retreated a few steps in the direction of the glass door of the bar.

"So?" Ember still recited opera in that tone, as if he were still alive in the last century: "You are the administration?"

"We ......"

The bald head stopped talking, and he didn't get a congressional allowance.

"We are a private organization. ”

It was Jimmy who spoke, and he was most annoyed by people calling him a gangster, even though it was true.

"Pay taxes to the tax office?"

"Uh......"

This time Jimmy was choked, the Black Hawks are doing protection money and black loan business, what taxes do they pay to the tax office, has anyone ever seen the thugs who go to the street to collect protection money and issue invoices to others?

The two of them were stunned, Ember had already pushed the door in, and Jimmy wanted to make a noise to stop him, but was pulled by the bald head.

"Why are you pulling me?" Jimmy looked at the other party puzzled, "Didn't you see that guy break in!"

"Jimmy, what do you think that guy is up to?"

Samnu asked, pointingly.

"It should be good......

Thinking of the other party's easy escape from Sam's grasp, Jimmy had some uncertain guesses.

"He was very agile and fast, and we stood facing each other, and it didn't matter if we didn't catch the edge of his clothes, and we didn't even see how he flashed four or five steps away. ”

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

Jimmy was a little impatient, the other party had already entered the bar, and if there was any trouble, his own boss would definitely not let go of the two little fish and shrimp guarding the door.

"Let's run, Jimmy!"

"You're crazy," Sam's words startled Jimmy, "just a lame psychopath, and you're scared like this?"

"No matter how nimble he is, can he dodge bullets?"

Jimmy glanced at the other party with disdain, and continued: "There are five or six long-barreled and short-barreled firearms in the bar, if he dares to make trouble, he will be beaten into a sieve in minutes, if the two of us run away, it will be us who are cut in the body, it doesn't matter if you are tired of living, don't pull me!"

"He's covered his face!"

Sam's tone was a little hurried, and his shiny head was covered with sweat.

"What do you mean?"

Not long after Jimmy joined the gang, he didn't hear the meaning of his companion's words.

"Who would cover their faces, except for bank robbers!"

"If you have something to say, don't hide it!"

Jimmy frowned and scolded the other party, he was not in the habit of giving others a voice.

"What a superhero!"

Unlike Jimmy, who has not been in the gang for a long time and does not understand the risks of this business, Sam is extremely alert to all the troubles, as if he is suffering from paranoia of victimization.

Those who know him for the first time are often intimidated by his external ferocity, but those who know him mockingly call him "Mouse" Sam.

In the first few years, stories about his various cowardice behaviors were almost a constant topic of conversation in bars, and even overshadowed the frivolous news of the President of the United States for a time.

But in the past few years, no one has laughed at him in this regard, because the "brave people" who despised him back then are almost dead, and those who survived have also understood the truth that "any fame is bullshit, and survival is the true meaning".

Jimmy is quickly moved by Sam's words and runs away from the bar with him down a remote, dimly lit street.

When he first heard the word "superhero", Jimmy was a little strange, wondering why the tall black bald guy was scared like this.

However, he quickly realized that he was no longer in the insurance company business where he earned money by working...... The assistant manager, but a member of the "Black Hawk Gang", is exactly the target of the superheroes.

So what else to say, run!

As he runs, Sam gives Jimmy science about the risks that gang members may encounter.

Not only are ordinary New Yorkers living in horror, but Sam and the gang members are not much better.

Not to mention all kinds of fires, the police will occasionally come here to walk around, although their boss is very good, but everyone knows that you can't trust the discipline of those favoritism guys.

If these can be endured, the endless stream of superheroes and criminals is enough to make the lives of these gang members miserable.

Superheroes who have just debuted rarely have their brains drawn directly to the gold, and they generally deal with gangsters like the "Black Hawk Gang" who persecute neighbors.

As for the supercriminals, it's even more scary.

Generally speaking, there are very few superheroes who kill people, most of them are beaten and thrown at the door of the police station, and after suffering some hardships, it is not difficult to come up with it.

But super criminals are different, they are all guys who kill people without blinking.

Sam had seen such a person with his own eyes, and he was personally recruited by the boss of the "Black Hawk Gang".

As a burly black man, Sam thought he was strong enough, but after meeting the master, he realized that there were people outside the people.

More than two meters tall, muscular, neck thicker than Sam's thighs, standing there, is a wall of flesh!

Listening to his own boss's boasting, this killer who fled from Russia to the United States is extremely powerful, with 100 lives under his command, and can eat half a roast beef at a meal, and he is a famous super criminal.

Otherwise, it's a super criminal, it's really ruthless, and he tore two people first when he came to the bar without doing anything.

The thug of more than 1.7 meters was like a child in front of him, grabbing the shoulders on both sides with both hands, tearing the person in half from the middle.

It's amazing, but the problem is that the two who died were their own people, and they didn't even say a word, and they were being arrested by Mr. Super Criminal when they were drinking with their heads down.

This style of doing things that don't kill his own people completely frightened Sam, and he got under the table at that time.

The boss of the "Black Eagle Gang" didn't dare to care, let alone care, and he also pointed out that this big man who had collected a lot of money could help him lay more ground.

However, this is clearly a loss-making business.

Because the next day, the "super criminals" walking on the street tore a passer-by who had done nothing in half, and then a blind man who came out of nowhere had cut off his limbs with a guide stick and was sent to prison to sit in an electric chair.

Except for guys with superior abilities, ordinary people are not so easy to bully.

Because no one knows if the little fat man you are collecting protection money has the X gene in his body, will he suddenly awaken because of your oppression, and then burn a street to ashes.

Even if you don't have the X gene, ordinary people are not easy to bully.

The boss was eating a bully meal at a Hell's Kitchen restaurant, and was shot in the head with a shotgun by an old lady who stepped on his neck with one foot.

"Is the risk of gangsters so big now?"

Jimmy, who stopped to rest, looked at his companion who told him about the dangers with a look of disbelief, and felt that it was God's mercy to be able to spend most of the month in peace.

"We are a high-risk profession, just like astronauts. ”

Sam shrugged his shoulders and made a joke.

"Astronauts are also paid $60 a week?"

Jimmy smiled dumbly, his nervousness eased a lot, maybe this escape experience can be regarded as a "fate" friendship, at least the former assistant manager is grateful to Samra for running away from the bar with him, and his attitude is much better.

The two were laughing, and Jimmy suddenly sighed: "I don't know what that guy came from, let's run away like this, in case that guy is just a madman, the boss won't let us go." ”

Jimmy, who has never seen the cruelty of death, is not as timid as Sam, but is worried about the aftermath of the reckoning.

"Relax, he won't touch us, Jimmy. Sam said confidently.

"What do you mean?"

Jimmy didn't know where the other party's confidence came from, even if he grew up with that guy, he didn't dare to guarantee that he would care about his childhood friendship, why was the other party so sure.

"You are his hair small, I am his ornament," Sam sneered: "Sink us in the lake, who will give him his life to prevent disasters in the future!"

"Ornaments?"

"The ornaments are like the violin behind the bar. ”

"I still don't understand what you mean," Jimmy said as he looked at the black man who was completely different from what he used to behave in, and his mind was like a puddle of mud, "Will he care about this?"

"It's not a matter of caring about it," Sam shook his head and explained: "Our boss is very not a thing, and he has survived until now, relying on many 'hot-blooded' subordinates who have just entered the industry to go to the police station to help him bear the charges, and I am the prop for his acting, and use it to brush up his reputation of 'benevolence' and 'righteousness', otherwise how could those fledgling stinky boys rush to the police station one by one to confess, as if this is really righteous." ”

"It's better to be careful," Jimmy kindly reminded, "maybe he's going to change someone!"

"Anyone in the 'Black Hawk Gang' can meet and offend people in a few minutes like me," Sam said nonchalantly, "It's a talent to not be able to speak, at least they can't do it as naturally as I do." ”

Jimmy looked at Sam sitting on the side of the road, feeling a little strange to him, as if he had just met each other.

For a while, I couldn't tell whether this stupid big man who was despised by himself in the past was really reckless or pretending.

looked at the self-deprecation on the other party's face, thought of himself again, and sighed: "It's not easy for anyone, it's better to be those who have superpowers." ”

"Who can say for sure this kind of thing," Sam sneered, "I see that your kid is white and pure, not quite like your father's species, maybe you really have the genes of the mutant uncle next door!"

"Fuck off!"

PS1:4000+ big chapters,Although I'm a change,But it's a lot.,Part-time authors should be able to be regarded as midstream level, right?

PS2: Lao Dao never spends pen and ink writing irrelevant things, and every character portrayed has a lot of scenes, so don't worry.

PS3: The embers you want to see are about to appear, and the old knife strives for tomorrow's two chapters to portray a satisfactory character for everyone.

PS4: Old Knife: I went to see Avengers 3 yesterday, do you need me to reveal a little bit to you?

Colleague: Whatever, I don't care.

Lao Dao: I saw a guy watching a movie with your girlfriend.

Colleague:......

PS5: Thank you for your support, thank you.