Marvel: Unlimited Possession Chapter 30: Message

"James, help me see how much this thing is worth?"

In the antique store, a tall and thin black boy sneaked out a broken pendant from the pocket of his jacket and handed it to Li Ran.

"Twenty dollars."

Li Ran looked up at the style of the pendant and said casually.

"Twenty, hey, James, this is the treasure I have worked so hard to get." Hearing the price quoted by Li Ran, the black boy couldn't help jumping.

"Twenty-five, no more." Li Ran had already seen everything in front of him many times, so he said without raising his head.

"Okay, twenty-five is twenty-five." The black boy muttered, took the bill handed by Li Ran, but carefully put it away: "I didn't say you, James, if not Judging from our friendship, I wouldn't just sell things at such a low price..."

"How's the university's funding preparation, Wells?" Li Ran asked in a familiar tone, interrupting the black boy's incessant complaints.

"Almost there. Of course, if you can give me a little more, James, I may be able to get closer to the goal faster." Shrugging, the black boy Wells stared at his resentful big man. He glanced at Li Ran before replying in a slightly excited tone.

Born in the Hell's Kitchen slum since childhood, Wells has the same upbringing experience as most black people, a father he has never met, and a strong mother.

The survival of a single-parent family is not easy, especially living in a mixed environment such as Hell's Kitchen. Simply, Wells has a great mother, although this black woman is not beautiful, especially if she is more than two years old. Her weight of 100 pounds makes her look extraordinarily heavy.

But under the watchful eyes of such a 'deterrent' mother, Wells still did not suffer from anything too serious even though he grew up in an environment full of violence and depravity like Hell's Kitchen Vice, at least not like most of his comrades, he joined the gang early before graduating high school, and played the role of a scoundrel.

"Although it's not a great university, it's at least a good choice. I and my mother agreed to find a decent job in New York after I graduate, preferably one that allows us to Moving out of Hell's Kitchen."

"I wish you an early realization of your dreams."

Li Ran really likes Wells, a black boy. At least compared to most of the black people in Hell's Kitchen, he has his own hopes and goals and strives for them.

Although, according to Li Ran's knowledge of the danger level in New York in the future, even if Wells and the others move to outer space, there is no way to avoid the danger.

But, who knows, maybe he's lucky enough.

Pulling his thoughts from the future back to the front, Li Ran looked at the broken pendant on the new counter: "Tell me, where did you get this thing from?"

Even if it is damaged, the strong gang color revealed on the pendant is still swearing to Li Ran about his origin.

"James, do you know what happened in Hell's Kitchen recently?"

Sneaky sticking out his head, Wells said mysteriously.

"A big event?"

Raising an eyebrow, Li Ran couldn't help but blurt out.

Recently, he's been trying to swipe his reputation everywhere, and he has indeed ignored what happened in Hell's Kitchen.

However, Li Ran cannot be blamed entirely for this.

After all, being called a hell's kitchen can already explain some problems. Hell's kitchen is full of all kinds of violent crimes every day. If you don't pay attention to it deliberately, no one can do it. palm.

"Ten dollars, no, twenty dollars."

On the opposite side, Wells has been paying attention to Li Ran's reaction. When he saw the puzzled expression on his face, he immediately opened his fingers and gestured with a wide-eyed smile.

"Ten dollars."

Li Ran didn't say much about this, just took out a ten-dollar bill, whether he wanted it or not.

"James, you are too stingy."

Wells kept the money while complaining, and then continued: "The Savage Gang has recently got into a madman, and their business in Hell's Kitchen is constantly being attacked by each other. It is said that the gang is dead. There are few people, heavy losses, and several bars have been forced to close. The boss of the Savage Gang, Tony, has issued an order. No matter who it is, as long as he can solve the madman, he will directly become the new head of the Sixth District of the Savage Gang, in charge of All businesses in an entire district."

Speaking of which, even Wells, who is determined not to participate in any gang activities, can't help but feel a little moved. After all, this is the head of a district, and it is not the role of the little minions made by his friends who can compare of.

Of course, such generous conditions are also enough to see how pessimistic the current situation of the Savage Gang is.

"Crazy?"

Li Ran noticed the description in Wells' words and couldn't help but read.

"The madman is what they say about the Savage Gang. In fact, this guy is completely a super soldier~IndoMTL.com~Terminator. It is said that a bar of the Savage Gang was swept into a sieve by him alone. Moreover, at present, the savage gang has absolutely no idea why they have provoked this guy..."

Super Soldier, Terminator, Single Handed?

With Wells' description, Li Ran's image of the other party became more and more clear in his heart, and he even had some judgment.

…

Hell's Kitchen, inside another barbarian bar.

After a fierce shootout.

Stepping on the messy ground, a burly man with short hair silently walked out of the shadows.

"Why, why," laying on the ground, a surviving member of the Savage gang wailed and asked, "Why have you been targeting us, and who sent you here..."

"You know that old tramp who's been living in the sixth district all the time, Hip?"

Holding his 'toy' in one hand, the man looked down at the wailing gang members and asked in his low, metallic voice.

"He died recently because of one of your 'plays'."

"That's why you keep attacking us? Because of a trivial bum!" The Savage Gang has been tracking down the reason why the men attacked them, but they didn't expect the reason to be so 'simple'.

Shoot, shoot.

The blood splashed by the bullet dyed the white skeleton on the man's chest bright red. Looking at the dilapidated state of the bar, the man picked up a grenade and threw it on the floor of the bar.

He stared at the huge explosion in front of him and replied silently.

"You are just as insignificant to me."