Paladin of Asgard Chapter 483: [Paladin VS Gangster]

Just like the rich ethnic groups, the gangs in the United States are also diverse, Italian mafia, Irish gangs, Chinese gangs, Russian gangs...

Most of their members are low-level immigrants from various countries. They lack knowledge, work and income, so they can only use this most primitive form of organization to survive and fight under the normal social order.

These gangsters of all kinds are interspersed behind the bustling city, in the underground world full of alcohol, drugs and prostitutes, vividly depicting the **** and violent side of this country.

Artem Ivanov is the leader of a Russian gangster, Belarus to be precise. When Belarus became part of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, his father came to the United States.

Ivanov rules the underground world of a New York neighborhood, and when night falls, he becomes king of the place.

But tonight, he is obviously not a king.

Ivanov carefully accompanied a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes with a mustache, walking on his own street.

This middle-aged man is none other than Anton Vanke, Chief Technology Officer of Stark Industries. He is wearing a windbreaker and black hat, as if blending into the surrounding night.

Although Ivanov is the leader of the gang here, he understands that compared to the top management of the Stark Industries Group, his power is nothing.

What's more, Ivanov thinks this is an excellent opportunity. He and Anton Vanke are half compatriots. Power goes one step further.

"...the other party is two people, one is a white man named Dufresne, and the other is an Indian man named Xinqilubu, who live in a hotel not far from here." Anton Vanke said, and handed out the An envelope, "More detailed information is here."

Ivanov opened the envelope, which contained a document and a check. The amount on the check made his heart beat faster.

"This is just a deposit." Anton Vanke glanced at him.

Ivanov took a deep breath: "You want to kill them?"

"Of course. But what's more important is the thing in their hands, a glowing blue round stone. If there is no accident, they should put it in a square box. Bring it to me, and you will get more reward." Anton Vanke paused, "and my friendship."

Immediately, Ivanov patted his chest and said: "Please rest assured, respected Mr. Vanke, within three days, I will definitely bring you something!"

Anton Vanke pressed his black soft hat: "There is no need to limit the time like this, a little later is fine, the most important thing is clean hands and feet, I don't want the headline of the newspaper one day to be 'Anton Vanke and Gangs of New York'."

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In the night scene of Manhattan, the sky is drizzling.

Dufresne and Hinchrub came out from the bar, the latter was a little tipsy and hiccupped a few times.

"Is this your first time at a bar?" Dufresne couldn't help but opened his umbrella at the same time.

Xinqilubu nodded, and opened his umbrella: "You may not know that before joining the Knights, I was a half-primitive, fighting wild beasts in the Indian jungle. What about you, Dufresne? , I heard that you used to be a banker."

"Yes." Dufresne walked under the neon lights with a briefcase, unwilling to mention his past, "but that's a thing of the past."

"By the way, if the Soviets didn't send someone to **** the energy stone, what should we do?" Xinqilubu said suddenly.

"Then let's go to Stark Tower and talk again." Dufresne said without hesitation, "But this is a small probability event."

"If there is a 300% profit, the capitalists are even willing to sell the rope to hang themselves. Faced with such a major trade-off of interests, even ordinary people are likely to choose this way, let alone Anton People like Vanke.”

After a pause, Dufresne said again: "As long as they come to your door, we will have an extra bargaining chip."

Sinchrub nodded.

On the brightly lit streets of New York, the two were walking with umbrellas in their hands. Dufresne seemed to have noticed something suddenly and slowed down.

Immediately, he reached out and took out a pair of sunglasses from his pocket, put them on, and then turned around to look.

As soon as he put on the sunglasses, Dufresne's eyes burst out with bright holy light like golden flames, and the eyes of reckoning scanned the pedestrians behind him under the cover of the sunglasses.

Soon he smiled: "Here we come."

In the vision of the holy light, the busy pedestrians shed all kinds of appearances and skins, revealing the good and evil lingering on them.

The vast majority of people are yellow, some are darker and some are lighter, but there are also some blood-red figures mixed in, which are quite eye-catching.

More importantly, almost all of these blood-red figures followed Dufresne and Xinqilubu faintly, sneaking around.

Xinqilubu also put on his sunglasses, opened his eyes of reckoning and scanned behind him, and soon found these thugs following him.

"You're right, Dufresne!" He couldn't help but exclaim, "What shall we do next?"

"Help them find a quiet place." Dufresne said lightly ~IndoMTL.com~ Then he turned around as if nothing had happened, and walked towards a place with few people.

Not far behind them, a bald man whispered to the people beside him: "Boss, I feel like they have noticed us."

"So what if you realize it?" Artem Ivanov said, "We have twenty good players and guns. Are we afraid of them two?"

"Okay."

"Let's be careful about that Indian. I think he may be 1.9 meters tall." Ivanov said, "Let's go, brothers."

"Ulla."

A group of gangsters followed Dufres far away, turning around in the streets of New York. As they moved away from the downtown and the night deepened, the surrounding pedestrians gradually became rare.

Not long after, they came to a quiet and deserted path.

"Boss, I think this is a good place, let's do it here." A gang member said.

Looking around, Ivanov also felt that this place is quiet and remote, the moon is dark and the wind is high, and it is a good place to kill people. Dang even nodded: "Ready to do it!"

A group of gang members quickened their pace and approached the two Dufres who were walking in front, and soon the distance between the two sides was less than 50 meters.

Just then, something happened that they didn't expect.

Dufresne and Xinqilubu, who were walking in front, stopped at the same time, then turned around, and took off the sunglasses on their eyes.

Following their movements, four lines of sight bursting with golden light emerged from the cover of the sunglasses, staring directly at the gangsters on the other side of the street.