Little did Trevor think that his acting career would continue and still play the same role, he was kidnapped by Jackson Norris, disguised as an ABC reporter, and put in a prison van full of militants.

To be honest, this cunning and slippery third-rate actor is not willing to leave his cell and regain his freedom in this way. He knew that cooperating with this group of dangerous people would definitely take a huge risk, and he might be killed by the Avengers at any point.

Last time, I wasn't implicated by Killian, it was because I was favored by Lady Luck, but again, I didn't have such good luck.

It's just that he can't help himself now, Trevor doesn't have the ability to be pointed at the head with a gun and speak hard enough, so he has to honestly sit in the prison car, covered with a black hood.

As for the prison that was attacked, there was already a mess inside, dozens of prison guards were lying in pools of blood, and many fierce prisoners took this opportunity to overturn several prison guards, seize the keys to the cells, and release more prisoners, and it was foreseeable that a riot was inevitable.

The car engine started slowly, the tires rubbed against the ground, no one spoke, in this dull atmosphere, about twenty minutes of driving, Trevor was pushed out of the car, and then changed to another car, this time the journey should be half an hour, and it didn't take long for a lively noise to come in, mixed with a lot of Chinese communication.

"Get out of the car. Remember to settle down a bit. Jackson took off his black hood and threatened in a low voice.

Trevor looked terrified, he changed into his yellow prison uniform and pushed open the door, revealing the rows of Chinese restaurants and shops hanging above the big red lanterns. This is Chinatown.

Downtown at the southern end of Manhattan is a living area dominated by overseas Chinese, and the reason for the formation of such a gathering place is mainly because California passed the "Chinese Exclusion Act" that year, and the excluded and persecuted Chinese had to move to the east coast, and then with the gradual increase in population, it became Chinatown over time.

The residents living in this area are almost all Chinese, mainly from Guangdong, Hong Kong and Fuzhou, so the main languages here are Cantonese and Fuzhou, one-third of the shops open are restaurants, the streets are lined with mountains of fruit, medicine and seafood stalls, and the buildings are decorated with beautiful Chinese signs.

During the Chinese New Year, Chinatown will be particularly lively, and many overseas Chinese will flock to it, and even bring many foreigners who are interested in oriental culture.

With a cold gun on his back, Trevor was extremely obedient, and walked through the middle of the street into an antique teahouse, where business was cold compared to the Chinese restaurants outside, except for some elderly people who sat upstairs, listening to small songs and drinking tea, and occasionally chatting a few words, there were basically no foreigners who came.

The boss, dressed in a long shirt and cloth coat, stepped forward to greet him warmly, and took Jackson and Trevor upstairs, and the black tattoos of the Ten Rings were inadvertently revealed between his arms.

In the Accord on the second floor, a figure stood in front of the window, and when he turned his head, he was a face that closely resembled Trevor.

With a hooked nose, deep-set eye sockets, a thick beard on his chin, and a gloomy complexion revealing a strong majesty, like a mighty lion, people dare not offend.

The only difference from Trevor was that this mysterious figure was much younger than him, in his thirties and forties, tall and muscular, and just standing in place was like a towering mountain, exuding a strong sense of oppression.

"Honorable Man-sama." With a frenzied expression on his face, Jackson said respectfully, "I brought this liar who came out of your identity. ”

"Heh, Killian did find a good stand-in." The mysterious figure stepped forward, and the face of the gloomy owl burst into a smile, "I like him more in the video, it's more like me." ”

Trevor's legs trembled, he had studied Chinese for a while under Killian's instructions, and probably understood the conversation between them.

"Don't be afraid, be serious, yes, that's the expression." The other person's gaze was sharp, like a falcon, "Don't act too afraid, it will make me feel uncomfortable." ”

He was draped in intricate black robes, as majestic as an emperor, and his eyes swept over Trevor, causing the down-and-out third-rate actor to involuntarily bow his head, and catch a glimpse of the various rings on the other party's ten fingers, each inlaid with precious gemstones, and the dim light shimmered slightly, and extraordinary power brewed in it.

"The Ten Rings need a puppet, so you're going to get back on stage." The real Manchurian said in a deep voice, his tone full of undeniable firmness.

He is the founder of the Ten Rings, a vast organization that was founded long ago, and its power was first rooted in Asia, and later expanded into Vietnam, Japan, and Korea, enough to weave a vast network of intricacies and secrets alongside the Hand Gang throughout the Asia-Pacific region.

In every chaotic region, there are the Ten Commandments Gang, such as the Middle East, where there are frequent conflicts, and the Afghan warlord who once kidnapped Tony Stark is a puppet supported by this organization, providing money and weapons to allow the other party to constantly expand their territory, develop their power, and finally use it for their own use.

"I heard that you like acting very much, and you are a great actor." Lord Man's expression was solemn, as if he was recalling a long past, "I want you to know more about this character." ”

Trevor didn't dare to disturb and listened silently to the other party's narration, the mastermind behind the Ten Rings, who is said to have a long life of thousands of years, born in the ancient East, a descendant of Genghis Khan, and the survival of the golden bloodline.

At a very young age, the Manchu man showed his own difference, he used the old and decisive business methods, in that chaotic era of warlords and wars, accumulated terrible wealth beyond people's imagination, the most glorious peak of his life, but left behind the huge family business that rivaled the country, traveled all over the famous mountains and rivers, and pursued the ethereal art of immortality.

He rummaged through the secret texts of the Dao Tibet, read all the Buddhist scriptures and secret laws, but could not get any enlightenment, it was the end of the Dharma era when the Tao was declining and the practice was cut off, and no one could glimpse the door of the Dao.

It wasn't until the advent of the Ten Commandments that all that changed. In a deserted valley, the Manchu man received ten rings from the ruins of an extraterritorial civilization, possessing all kinds of extraordinary powers, and he was ecstatic, learning and manipulating day and night.

Since then, the Manchurian people have disappeared, living in seclusion in the deep mountains and old forests, and occasionally going out of the mountains several times, all because they perceived the drastic changes in the world, so they quietly thought about moving, and the Ten Rings Gang was the rise of the work.

“…… I have found the method of immortality, those civilized beings outside the universe, maybe they can give me more enlightenment. "The man's face was like ice, and his voice was like a cold stream, which made people shudder," Killian once wanted to control the country, he thought I would care about power and status...... Stupid! What I am looking for is the essence of the evolution of life, and the Ten Precepts have led me to the gate of the Great Dao, but I am still not satisfied. ”

"I want to have the whole world...... Well? ”

Man-sama's voice paused abruptly, and he reached out and grabbed Trevor's neck, his fingers cutting through the other's skin like blades, and pinching out a miniature positioning device the size of a grain of rice.