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Anyone who knows knows that he once trained and served in Poland's Thundering Special Forces, and later returned home after a leg was blown off in a terrorist attack.

But none of the scoundrels and gangsters in the whole street dared to offend or make fun of John's lameness, except that he was working for the leader of the great warlords, Lazio, and because he had pinched the head of the previous gangster on Mulholland Street with his bare hands.

At the Mole Bar across the block, lame John pressed his palms against the other party's bald head, squeezed the eyes with his thumb, and the hard skull was pinched and cracked, and the mixed scene of blood and violence was extremely shocking, and to this day, it is still used by many people as an after-dinner conversation.

John sat leisurely in the boss's chair, counting the cash bills stacked like a mountain on the table, his face full of joy, he was no longer the gang leader who fought and killed and rushed to the front.

On the surface, this fierce-looking cripple is the owner of a Latvian automobile transport company, but in fact he is secretly engaged in the lucrative business of illegal smuggling, and there are thousands of people under his hands.

In addition to John, there is also a Russian named Lewandov, who is in charge of a military factory, and is also a confidant of Lazio, and the head of the great warlord is said to be an armed force supported by the old aristocracy, and a series of intricate chains of interests constitute the dark world of Latvia.

"Jingle bell—"

The cacophony of the phone rang in the luxurious office, and the lame John, who was sorting through the bills and bills, frowned and impatiently picked up the microphone.

"Boss, Krishtto had his neck broken today." A panicked voice came from the other end of the line.

"When does Latvia not die? Next time you bother me for something like this, don't want your neck! The irritable gang leader scolded.

“…… Boss, no, not only Crischito, but also Marchisio, Gilardino, Vidic...... The corpses of more than 30 people were all hung on the stakes! ”

The voice on the other side seemed to be extremely frightened, and he said tremblingly: "I brought more than fifty brothers, and shotguns...... That guy is a monster! Grabbed a car and went to Lewandov's military factory......"

Lame John heard the other party's incoherent answer, his heart jumped, it had been a long time since anyone dared to provoke them, in a small backward country like Latvia, Lazio had a well-equipped and capable private army, which could be called a prince, with the financial support of the old aristocracy behind him, and the leaders of the major parties left and right.

In addition to the big figures in the upper echelons of the country, a big warlord like him can be said to turn his hands into clouds and rain on his hands, even if the military has to give a little face, where is it that ordinary people dare to be easily angered.

Lame John stood up, his lean muscles exposed, his black leather jacket tightened, but his right leg was fitted with a prosthetic, and he walked slightly lame, like a cripple.

He wanted to call Lazio for the first time, and he could think about it, even if that guy appeared out of nowhere and single-handedly overturned dozens of ruffians and taxi drivers, he might not be able to please Lewandov's heavily armed elite soldiers.

And it seems good if Lewandov, the arrogant and rude guy, suffers a small loss, and the lame John has long coveted the business of the munitions factory, but he is afraid of the cruel and cruel methods of the Russians, suppressing his imminent ambitions, and does not show it.

"the Russians!" John spat and continued to sit back to sort out the bills, he couldn't think of anyone in the country other than the regular army who could shake a small munitions factory.

The thought lasted until seven o'clock in the evening, when the gang leader was breaking open the claws of an Alaska lobster, peeling off the crimson shell and chewing on the tender flesh inside.

The phone in the room rang and screamed incessantly, and the lame John's eyes were full of anger, he wiped the grease on his hands, picked up the microphone and said viciously: "How many times have I told me not to disturb me during meals!" ”

"John."

The majestic voice came into his ears through the microphone, startling the angry gang leader, like a basin of cold water poured down, and a large series of expletives that had already run to his throat were swallowed back.

"Mr. Lazio...... I didn't know it was you, those damn guys always bothered me...... I'm sorry, Mr. Lazio, but I have absolutely no intention of showing you the slightest disrespect......"

"Shut up!" The warlord leader stopped the idiot's nagging like a bitch, "Lewandov is dead." ”

"Lewandov is dead?" The news was like thunder, blowing up the lame John in place, and he subconsciously repeated it, and a chill spread from his spine upwards.

"There's a bastard in a dark green cloak, he attacked Lewandov's military factory, took away a box of ringed metal plutonium, almost six kilograms, then fucking I'm going to sell it to Chechen militants! I can get more advanced weapons and countless bills! ”

Lazio, who has always shown a calm look, held the microphone and roared, his face was bruised, and his fierce eyes looked like a hungry wolf that would devour people at any time.

"I don't care what method you use, even if it's a blockade of all of Latvia, I'm going to find that bastard! I've already said hello to the Prime Minister, and His Excellency Gavin, and the police department will be on a 24-hour alert order - so John! Gotta catch that guy who doesn't know how to live or die and bring my stuff back! ”

Hearing the hoarse roar of the warlord leader, lame John immediately nodded his head again and again, and after hanging up the phone, he dialed dozens of numbers one after another, including the police chief, the high-ranking officials of the city hall, the head of the casino under his command, the manager of the automobile company, etc., as if at this moment, the whole city began to boil and bustle, like a machine plugged in, started with a bang, and the small parts attached to it turned and burst out with terrifying energy.

The evening news of the television station immediately interspersed with a highest-level wanted warrant, declaring that a terrorist wearing a dark green cloak had held extremely dangerous items hostage, so the whole city was under martial law, and a large-scale search and arrest operation was launched, and the police, who have always been criticized and ridiculed by Latvians, showed amazing execution at this moment, and the sound of sirens pierced the night sky, through the streets, and echoed throughout the city.

And the underground world where dragons and snakes are mixed, and the three sects and nine streams are entrenched, and a bounty list with a bounty of up to one million has begun to circulate, with a vaguely painted man wearing a cloak, and the huge bounty has made countless gangsters and thugs ready to move, and their blood is boiling, and they begin to look for it like mad dogs, hoping to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Inside an abandoned tin house on the outskirts of the city, Victor Doom, who was the one who caused the turmoil, was admiring the ring metal in the box, like a rough piece of iron, weighing 5.3 kilograms and about 11 centimeters in diameter, quietly displayed in the box.

"Doom, why didn't you go as planned?" A cold voice came to my ears.

It was Skynet's consciousness, the Eye of Horus overlooking the planet, and no one could escape its watch.

"It's too slow." Dum replied hoarsely, "Cooperate with the warlords, and gradually enter the upper class of Latvia, and gain the support and trust of the prime minister or the old aristocracy...... It takes too much time. ”

Doctor Doom, with his new personality, lifted his hood, his steel mask reflecting the cold glow of Sen, and his voice was full of the coldness of metal, fierce and cold.

"This country is decaying, from top to bottom, as the master said, I have come back here to bring destruction and rebirth—I should first send the thunder of destruction."

Closing the black box containing weapon-grade plutonium, his empty eyes flashing with a blazing electric light, Doom would become the uncrowned king of Latvia in the name of destruction.