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A dilapidated apartment, it's hard to imagine that there can be such a dilapidated place in such a bustling New York City,

Ranke lives in this apartment, and people call him Rotten Rank, and he is a rotten man.

Ranke tied his arm with a rubber band, which was a pulse pressure belt that he took from the community clinic, and after tying his arm, Ranke slapped his arm hard, and the blood vessels were clearly visible.

On the table next to him, the metal spoon had been roasted, and the liquid in the spoon had boiled, and Ranke had pumped all the liquid into the needle, God knows how long it had been since the needle had been replaced, and the needle was a little less sharp.

Every time the needle pierces a blood vessel, there is some pain, but when the needle is pulled out*, Ranke feels that it doesn't matter.

The new boss forbade his little brother to take these drugs, and the rotten man Ranke was among them, but Ranke didn't care so much, which fan seller wouldn't get some for himself,

Who knows how long this boss can stay here, this is the worst neighborhood in New York, where the king is dominant, there have been blacks, Spaniards, French, Taiwanese, God knows if one day a Chinese will come here,

Ranke is preparing to go to the stronghold after finishing his refreshment, today is the day to receive the goods, the boss will eat all the goods, and then distribute them to people like Ranke, and then Ranke will sell them to lower-level drug dealers, these drug dealers will sell these drugs to those addicts, students, prostitutes, white-collar workers, all those who need to relieve pressure, who to sell to, Ranke doesn't care,

Ranke picked up the syringe and was ready to give himself a needle, Ranke was a little impatient, since the change of boss, the supply has been a little short, except for handing over the money, Ranke can rarely leave a little to reward himself,

There was a knock at the door,

"Who, I'm not empty now, get out of here," Ranke roared, the knock on the door affected his mood for the needle,

The knocking on the door continued, and it didn't seem to stop,

"Are you deaf, you Bichi," Ranke put down the needle in his hand, grabbed the pistol on the table, and his eyes turned to the cat's eye,

It won't be a policeman, this Ranke is very relieved, this area belongs to the Sanzhi area, there is only one policeman who manages here, and this policeman has a lot of protection money in their hands every month, and the rest of the policemen who will come here are all having fun in the streets downstairs, of course, they will not wear police uniforms to go out,

Before Ranke could put his eyes on the cat's eye, the door was kicked open and smashed in Rank's face, Ranke was knocked to the ground, and the man who kicked in kicked the gun that Ranke had dropped on the ground to the side,

Black trench coat, white mask, "Croixa, you're Croixa," Ranke roared in horror,

Fellows who sell fans in other neighborhoods have said that a guy in a black trench coat and a white mask will always get them in trouble, and Ranke has always thought it was a hallucination of their group of guys.

"Rotten Rank, now you're Bichi," Crosha said hoarsely,

"Selling fans, pimps, blackmailers, rotten Rank, this name really matches you," Croixa grabbed Rank's collar and punched Rank,

Alyssa was a little unbearable and wanted to come forward to stop it, but was stopped by Wayne, after all, the two of them followed Croxia out to investigate, so Wayne felt that it was better not to interfere with Croixa's actions,

"Where's the drugs, you bastard," Crosha grabbed Rank's arm and pressed her knee against Rank's back, Rank's face pressed against the floor, all he could do was breathe,

"I don't know, damn it, my arm is going to break," Ranke roared,

"yes, I don't think so," said Crosha, snapping Rank's middle finger, only to hear a click, Rank's middle finger against the back of his hand, Rank's roar like a pig about to be killed,

Croschaa grabbed Rank's ring finger again and said, "You still have a lot of chances, nine, I'm not in a hurry, and besides, I'm enjoying the process,"

"I said, I said, damn it, let go of my fingers first," Rank's mouth didn't seem so hard,

Crosa let go of the hand that was holding Rank's fingers, and put her knee against Rank's back and said, "Say it,"

"The new boss here today told us to assemble at the stronghold, there's going to be a shipment today, damn it, my finger," Ranke said, clutching his severed finger,

"Specific*location," Crocia asked,

"I don't know, but in the end, these goods will be transported to the warehouse on Forty-second Street," Ranke was still looking at his finger, as if he wanted to break it back, but he couldn't bear it, the finger was already twisted,

"Where on Forty-Second Street, I hate squeezing toothpaste," Croschach grabbed Rank's hair and lifted his head off the floor.

"In the sewers at Forty-Second Street, every time I didn't have an order, I picked it up nearby," Ranke said.

"Where is the sewers," Crocia asked,

"I don't know, I really don't, I've never been to the warehouse, I swear," Ranke pleaded, as he felt that Croixa's hand had moved to his fingers,

"You'd better not lie to me, or you'll have nine fingers, oh no, ten," said Croixa,

Wayne was also a little unbearable, although Wayne could see that this Ranke was indeed a rotten person, but he still took out his hand to take Rank's finger back to its original position, although Ranke screamed in pain, but this finger could already be held with other fingers,

"Go find a doctor to prescribe something, maybe a cast would be better," Wayne said, "I'll destroy these drugs for you, I'm sure you won't mind, right," Wayne continued,

Ranke nodded, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead,

Out of Rank's apartment, Wayne asked, "This is what a superhero should do,"

"I'm not a superhero, and a lot of your so-called superheroes do! Mind your own business, and don't get me in trouble," Crosha yelled at Wayne,

Wayne was speechless, Croscha was right, it is true that many superheroes will use this way to get the information they want, the most typical is Batman, of course, there are Green Arrow, Huntress, Punisher, Wolverine, Jonah Hanks, and even Captain America has done this,

It seems that only not killing people is the bottom line of superheroes, maybe there is nothing wrong with Croixa, Wayne stopped talking, and followed Croixa with Alyssa,

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