Things about living in Marvel

Chapter 79 The Kitchen in Hell
Old Mike sat dejectedly on his shabby sofa.

He couldn't remember how he got home.

He was questioned after the shooting, but what could he say?The bullet came from his gun, and it was his finger that pulled the trigger. The only controversy now is limited to the three deceased, whether they were suspected of assaulting the police, and whether the old Mike's shooting complied with the police's procedures. .

However, none of this mattered to Old Mike.

As an old patrolman who has worked in Hell's Kitchen for many years, he knows very well where his bottom line is in everything.He'd drive and frighten gangsters who would steal money and sex, but he never actually hurt them.

This is the rule in hell, the gangs save face for the police, and the police also have to abide by the other party's rules.

Now, this red line has been crossed by him.

Yes, those three gangsters are just insignificant people in Ireland, but being shot dead by a policeman in public, or even for no reason, is enough to arouse the anger of the Irish.

Under such circumstances, Old Mike knew very well that he would inevitably be thrown out to appease the anger of the Irish.

Holding a beer bottle, he wobbled to his bedside, and with trembling hands, he picked up the photos in some tattered photo frames beside the bed.

It's been almost 20 years, right?
He thought that his ex-wife couldn't tolerate the filth of Hell's Kitchen, let alone the reality that she might receive death threats at any time at home every day.

She ran away with her newborn daughter who was less than one year old.

Old Mike didn't blame her at all.

Nobody likes a place like Hell's Kitchen.

However, he couldn't go.

Old Mike always remembered the ordinary patrolman who rushed in when he was beaten by his high father against the corner with a belt and was dying.

Things are always very simple loop.

Old Mike was lying on the bed. He clearly remembered that the patrolman died in the gang fire.

No one knows whether he died in the war because he was bribed, or if he just appeared in the wrong place at the wrong time.

But what does it matter?Living in hell's kitchen, who would be clean?
I probably won't live long either.

Old Mike put away his gun and police badge, tomorrow, they will no longer belong to him.

The sirens outside the window sounded again.

I don't know which unlucky ghost is on duty tonight, but I just hope he doesn't crash into something he shouldn't be involved in.

How would the Irishman take his own life?
Old Mike began to think carefully.

Headshot?Like what I did to those three bastards?

Tit for tat seems to be their preferred way.

But, would they let themselves die so easily?

Old Mike hesitated again.

To be honest, he doesn't think he is a strong-willed person, so if the other party arrests him and tortures him, will he show a cowardly expression?Will he die in a disgraceful image?
However, none of this matters anymore.

Old Mike fell on the side of the bed, maybe it was the effect of alcohol, he fell down in a daze, the bottle fell on the ground, probably because his hands were not so far from the ground, the bottle didn't break, and he rolled twice , The unfinished beer slowly flowed down the mouth of the bottle on the rotten floor.

……

"This is the place?" A few muscular men with tattoos on their arms threw cigarette butts on the ground and stamped them out.

They looked up at the dilapidated apartment, impatient expressions in their eyes.

"It was turned over by an old guy who is about to retire." The leader spat, "I have to trouble you to come and avenge them in the middle of the night."

"Hell's Kitchen is not peaceful recently." Another person said, "Some policemen have moved their minds, and the boss just wants to suppress this evil trend."

"What do you want me to say, what are you doing with the old bones? Let's go directly to the police station, talk to their supervisor, and let him manage his own team, won't it be over?"

"The boss hopes that everyone can act according to the rules. Therefore, it is not good to be too public. If you accidentally attract that evil star, you will be finished."

"Evil star? Are you talking about that demon?"

"Devil?" There was a burst of mocking laughter, "Is that guy a devil?"

"Yeah, just that guy? Can he be considered a demon?"

"But, I heard that everyone is afraid of him." This is obviously a newcomer.

"Well, you really shouldn't laugh at that guy. Everyone says he can hear even rats running in the sewers in Hell's Kitchen. But to be honest, if you meet that guy, at least you don't have to worry about your life. Little life, although it's hard to say where you will spend the rest of your life."

"However, if you meet that evil star." The leading old man said in a very sensational tone, "then you don't have to worry about anything."

"Don't worry? Why don't you worry?"

"You've lost your head, what are you worried about?"

Kicking open the door of the fire escape, several people walked into the stairs one by one.

"Remember, the boss wants to live."

"I know, but this is not the first time we have done this kind of thing, why do we have to bring people back this time?"

"It's been said that the boss wants to suppress evil spirits, why do you ask so many questions?"

"Ah, that's what the old man has to suffer."

"Whatever, it has nothing to do with us anyway..."

"Boom." There seemed to be something ringing upstairs.

"What's going on?" a gang member asked warily.

They stopped and listened carefully for a while, but there was no other sound.

"Probably some mouse kicked off a screw somewhere." One person said.

"This place makes me feel bad." Another replied, "Let's hurry up, maybe we can catch the last show at the bar when we go back."

"It's useless to go back, all the good girls have been taken away."

"Maybe there are a lot of good girls today?" One person laughed and teased.

"You're dreaming, there are so many good girls, won't they get a few more?" One person sneered.

"Squeak."

The door to the stairwell didn't seem to be closed properly, and it might have been in disrepair for a long time. In the draft of the corridor, it shook slightly, making a tooth-piercing sound.

Arms at the ready, they pushed open the door carefully.

There was no one in the corridor.

The leader nodded and walked into the corridor first.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the light bulb in the corridor was shattered by a throwing object that was too close to be seen.

All gang members immediately raised their guns and looked around vigilantly.

However, the human naked eye cannot adapt to the darkness immediately.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of a fist hitting the flesh, accompanied by a scream, sounded in the corridor.

The gun went off.

With the flickering fire of the muzzle.

They vaguely saw that it was a red demon with two horns.

　I forgot to bring a plug adapter, and the computer can’t be charged. That’s all for now. I don’t have time to write the character card. I’ll wait for the courier to arrive tomorrow. I’m too sleepy due to jet lag.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)