Marvel With Zanpakuto Chapter 1307: Strange Boss
New York, West Shore of Manhattan Island.
Facing the bustling Eighth Avenue in the east, reaching the Hudson River in the west, and bounded by 59th Street and 34th Street in the north and south, it is divided into a rectangular area.
It is surrounded by high-rise buildings with neon lights, and in the middle of the commercial streets where the rich gather, there is an entire city known as the most chaotic, darkest, and poorest area.
It's called... Hell's Kitchen.
It is hard to imagine that in such a prosperous metropolis, there is still such a shadow hidden.
Every night, evil will come here.
On the streets full of chaos and disorder, the only hope for you to survive is not the policemen who claim to be righteous and talk about freedom, but it depends on which gang you... join.
Because here, what the gangsters say is more effective than the so-called laws and the police.
Provided that you can afford expensive protection fees.
If you can't pay the protection fee, then I have to say sorry to you, maybe there will be an extra corpse on the street tomorrow morning.
But you don't have to worry.
At least, the gang has a little bit of morality, and they will regularly pay the cleaning crew to take your body away and throw it in some garbage dump, or in the Hudson River.
The night was getting late, and the moon was obscured by hazy clouds.
The lights on the street flickered on and off, and there were no repaired circuits all year round, and sparks exploded in the dark night.
ZiZi...ZiZi...
Accompanied by the whistling sound caused by electric current leakage, under the night of the distant street, dozens of pitch-black cars approached like ghosts in the night, and the street was brightly illuminated by their headlights.
Those pale and weak young men who were hiding in the dark corners, doing all kinds of things, fled away in fright, fearing that they would be caught if they ran too slowly.
Because someone has already recognized it.
The license plates of those cars belong to the Fisker Group!
In Hell's Kitchen, everyone must keep in mind one thing, that is, don't provoke the boss of the Fisker Group, otherwise, even if he goes to the White House in Washington, he will die.
The man named Fisk is the emperor of underground gangsters in New York and even in the United States, ruling this chaotic and disorderly darkness, he is the undisputed overlord.
But there are also some people who did not choose to escape.
There are always some people who will be overcome by curiosity and want to see why the famous Fisk Group appears here.
"Maybe, you can use this information to exchange some spiritual food with other gangsters."
This is what they thought.
Squeak!
All the cars were parked on the side of the street as if they had been agreed upon.
Subsequently, the car doors were opened one after another. A group of people in black suits, with uniform movements and sturdy physical fitness, and indifferent faces exuded an aura of not being close to strangers. .
Moreover, the positions between their waists and abdomen are bulging, obviously wearing guns.
Then, one of the strong men came to an obviously modified Rolls-Royce and opened the door respectfully.
A bald man in a suit with a height of two meters and an unusually large body, who looked like a big fat man, like a little giant, bent down and got out of the Rolls-Royce.
That's... Jin Bin!
The moment they saw the man, these people realized that something might happen to them.
Because that man is the Emperor of the Underworld.
Wilson Grant Wesker!
Of course, people prefer to call him another nickname - Jin Bing!
Jin tidied up the neckline of his suit, and with eyes like a tiger, he glanced around Suiyu: "Get rid of them, I don't want to be disturbed."
The people who stayed on the spot and watched immediately regretted why they didn't leave just now.
Bang bang bang...
There was a mess of gunshots, mixed with screams.
After a while, the street returned to silence. There was no sound, only pools of blood on the ground, describing what happened just now.
"You stay here, don't follow."
Through the window of the car, Jin He double-checked that the tie was not crooked, and that the neckline and cuffs were straight, and then said to his subordinates.
Those thugs in suits with strong combat capabilities surprisingly did not object to this proposal.
As an insider who knows the truth.
They are deeply aware of one thing, that is, the boss, Jin Bing, is stronger than all of them, all put together.
Under the oversized suit that seemed to be bursting, there were not piles of fat and fat, but explosive power and muscles that reached the limit of human beings.
Jin Bing strode towards the edge of the street.
It is located at a dark corner, and there are still some garbage thrown there, exuding a smell. It is only one and a half people wide and two meters high, with a dilapidated facade.
Outside this dilapidated facade, there is a wooden sign picked up from nowhere, with four words written on it: Equivalent exchange.
The handwriting is engraved, and the strokes are strong and powerful.
Although it was written on a dilapidated wooden sign, it could make Jin feel an invisible pressure. If he looked directly at it for a long time, even his eyes would feel stinging.
"Suck... breathe..."
Jin took a deep breath and pushed open the door with his hand.
When the old and rotten wooden door was pushed open, there was a piercing noise of rotten wood, and a corridor with dim light bulbs hung in his eyes.
Jin took a closer look, and after confirming that there was no problem, he strode into the corridor.
The corridor is not too long, and the end can be seen at a glance.
There is still a door at the end, but it looks much newer than the one outside, and it is antique, with intricate patterns carved in the hollow, which looks a bit like an antique.
Unfortunately, Jin doesn't like antiques.
Without hesitation, he pushed the door open and walked in, and an unexpected large living room appeared in front of him.
The area of the living room is at least hundreds of square meters. In terms of furnishings and decoration, it seems to refer to the style of the great oriental country~IndoMTL.com~ There are four jujube beams and columns standing in four directions.
On the left and right sides, there is a spiral staircase leading to the second floor.
Beside the door, there is a lovely girl.
With two ponytails, he is only about twelve or thirteen years old, and his height is less than Jin Bin's stomach.
The girl was wearing a classic maid outfit, and after glancing at him, she turned her head towards the pile of books in the living room, and shouted, "Sir, there are guests here."
The voice just fell.
But I saw a human head coming out of the mountain of books.
Then, the man came out while scratching his head. He didn't look very old, he was only in his twenties, and he was wearing a strange-looking piece of clothing that he had never seen before. edge feeling.
"Welcome to our store, Mr. Wilson Grant Fisk." The man walked up to him, looked at him, and smiled, "Adhering to the principle of equal value exchange, I wonder what you want?"