"I promise."

Marvel World, the first cooperation between folk superheroes and officials.

In the past, it was either directly organized by the government, or it directly recruited certain people to join special departments.

They were born into the system, and they were subject to the constraints of the system, so they acted in a difficult way, and they were no different from some special departments of the government.

But what Wang Hao wants to set up is a purely non-governmental organization, they are not managed by the government, but they are restricted by the government, they are only responsible for their own one-third of an acre, but they can firmly take root here.

This night, Wang Hao and George talked a lot, although there are still many problems that have not been resolved, but the two sides have reached a preliminary agreement.

George said that the move will be announced to all police personnel, including social media, after the probationary period ends, and for now, it is said that Watchmen and Spider-Man are special advisers to the police department and experts in solving crime problems.

Wang Hao said that they will actively cooperate with the police during the operation, provide necessary fire support and intelligence support, and also hope that the New York police can provide them with a large amount of intelligence information.

"By the way, I would like to ask, have you done anything about the Italians lately?"

After talking about general things, Wang Hao began to ask some specifics.

"Italians? I think about it, it doesn't seem like there's any action, they're relatively safe compared to other gangs, what's wrong with them? ”

George thought about it, and had no impression of a plan of action for the Italians.

"Then it seems that you should pay attention, I have a vague feeling that they seem to be secretly planning something."

Wang Hao didn't say anything about vampires after all, he didn't know what the situation was in the police station now, and he dared to reveal this information to George, which was harmful to him.

"Really? I have the impression that the Italians have always been relatively low-key. But if you say so, then I'll go back and let them pay attention. ”

Wang Hao left, and before leaving, he gave George an anonymous mobile phone number as a way to contact the two parties.

And this night, for George, was destined to be a sleepless night.

On the other hand, after obtaining George's consent and intelligence support, Wang Hao and Peter immediately prepared to start testing the Irish Gang.

The current situation of the Italians is unclear, Wang Hao is not ready to move them for the time being, if they are really the minions of vampires, they will definitely attract a large number of vampire legions to fight, and if each of them has the same strength as before, with the current strength of Wang Hao and Peter, it will naturally be a death to find the door.

So Wang Hao plans to play with the Irishmen first, upgrade and upgrade, and by the way, see if he can find a few more teammates, and then form a group to brush up vampire copies together, wouldn't it be beautiful.

Unfortunately, what he didn't know was that just when he was communicating with George very happily, a catastrophe had befallen his target.

"Quick, shoot."

Nesbitt dodged as he beckoned to his younger brother.

There was no way, the fierce fire outside the window firmly suppressed them under the narrow windowsill and did not dare to show their heads.

"Who is it? Is there an army out there? Why, why would they go outside? ”

"Shet, how do I know, are you going to go out and ask him? Counterattack, fire. ”

Nesbitt scolded angrily.

Tonight is a regular dinner for the Irish gang, and it is important for these gangs to be united by ethnic blood.

Whether it's a triad from an indescribable country, the Japanese yakuza, the Russians, or the Irish, they all come together by virtue of their similar appearance and common language and culture.

Supporting each other is very important for their survival in the United States.

This is actually the basis on which these gangs were formed.

But today, when Nesbitt came to the place where the dinner party was, he had not had time to drink his first glass of wine, and the crazy attack from the street directly stunned him.

"You have to find a way to break through, you will only be beaten to death here. Let's go. ”

After enduring a few minutes of seamless firepower, Nesbitt finally realized the gravity of the problem.

They never had an accident when they had dinner, so there weren't many little brothers with them, and most of them brought a few small pistols with them, which were not at the same level as the firepower outside, so continuing to stay here was tantamount to sitting still.

Nesbitt's words woke up the few remaining people, and they hurried to the back door.

The attack outside the window continued, and the firepower released in this short period of time was enough to fight a small assault battle.

Seeing that the dozen or so people who were originally sitting were only three melons and two dates in front of him, the anger in Nesbit's chest was almost unbearable.

"Don't let me know which bastard son of a bitch raised it, I'll show him how horrible the anger of the Irish is, blood for blood, tooth for tooth."

Nesbitt pushed the door open, the flames of vengeance already burning in his mind.

How many years?

Since the Irish Gang ruled Hell's Kitchen to the present, although they are now in decline, they are not just cats and dogs can move, and the emaciated camel is bigger than a horse.

"We must take revenge and let them know that we are powerful."

Although there are not many people left, all of them are gritting their teeth, mixed with black, although they have long held the idea of putting life and death outside, but at their level, they will not be as desperate as before, and they will come to the front line in person, and now someone has actually started their idea?

However, apparently their enemies did not give them a chance.

"Boom."

The violent explosion woke up the sleeping Hell's Kitchen, and the treacherous thunder hanging outside the door successfully left Nesbitt and the others forever, and they did not know who was targeting them until they died.

When everything calmed down, a slender figure slowly walked in, and the doors and windows that had long been broken were barely left to hang in their original places.

And in the room, the tattered corpses were everywhere, blood, internal organs, and even brains, staining the floor into a gorgeous picture, and the black bullet marks and scorched marks were the thick ink on this picture.

Look at the figure again, dressed in a red battle uniform, a special mask that covers all the noses, and on the helmet, two demonic horns stand in front of the forehead, and on the left leg, two short sticks are tied there.

Feeling the blazing breath in the air, DareDevil stood for a moment, but found no survivors.

Suddenly, his ears moved, and his transcendent perception made him hear sirens from a few blocks away.

In the dim light, there was no one to be seen.