Chapter 7 Is It Possible

Just when someone sighs that today is a good day.

Happy Hogan was driving a Rolls-Royce Phantom and met the traffic police on the road.

"Well, drinking whiskey in the morning? Emotional."

"Get out of the car and cooperate with the inspection."

Happy himself can drink quite well, but the horror scene of blood splatter just seen in the morning, even the first level was barely passed in a straight line.

Of course, reciting the alphabet in the second level was not difficult for him, but the dedicated traffic policeman raised his cap and asked him to cooperate with the alcohol test.

He was forced to drive a Rolls-Royce Phantom to the police station under the escort of a police car.

"Boss, I was taken away by the police for drunk driving..."

"Happy! I need a car today!"

"Sorry..." Before he could finish speaking, the other side of the phone interrupted him.

"There's no need to explain, the legal counsel will release you on bail soon."

"Dudu..."

The other side has hung up the phone.

Happy's face was ashen. If he hadn't saved the boss's life, it is estimated that this situation would directly affect his work.

At the same time, the famous philanthropist Wilson Fisk stood in front of the glass curtain wall in his office on the roof of the Fisk Tower.

The huge body casts a large shadow.

Beside him, an albino black man in a black suit stood upright respectfully, and reported one by one on the operation of the Underworld Empire the day before.

"Finally, Boss, the Master Mimic has infiltrated Hell's Kitchen..."

"It's just a mercenary. Today I have to get off work early to spend time with my children."

"The twenty martial arts masters you invited are already at the door..."

"Let's talk about it tomorrow. I promise him that I can stay with him all day today and don't bother me about anything."

The albino black still wanted to speak, but was cut off directly.

"Just for one day, you can do it, right?"

The calm words sent shivers down the spine of the albino black man, and he quickly agreed.

John Wiersher walked to the second floor contentedly after drawing the lottery, and poured himself a glass of lemonade.

Drive Blake to the boring [-]st floor counter.

Seeing John coming up, a middle-aged man with blond curly hair immediately moved to the counter.

"John, I have a piece of information you must want to know."

"Oh, not interested."

"Only $[-], about your parents. Are you really not interested?"

John was surprised for a while. He always thought that he had crossed over to kill his parents in this world, but he didn't expect to hear about them.

"I'm not easy to deceive."

"Of course, of course! The price of your drinks here has attracted many good players. If you really want to lie to you, how dare you be in your territory."

"How can I verify the authenticity?"

"My Weasel's reputation is absolutely reliable! And you can take it first and then pay." Weasel took out a folded piece of paper from his arms and pushed it over the counter.

"Heh" John took the note and unfolded it to be an address.

It's more like a scam, the kind of digging a hole for yourself.

But they don't know their own abilities.

A ton of strength, enhanced reflexes, qualified unarmed and cold weapon fighters, hand rubbed black technology weapons.

It's enough to be a superhero, but in fact, one shuttle may kill him.

"Thank you for your information. If it's true, $[-] is perfectly fine."

John put on a super-deceptively silly expression.

"Hey guys! Weasel pays for all drinks today, don't let him go until I get back!"

"Oh!"

There was a strange cry from the people in the audience.

John immediately went upstairs and used his mind to deconstruct and reorganize Jessica's battle suit and the black windbreaker she brought back.

Because it is so obvious, she must have assassinated Nick Fury, his black trench coat is made of aramid fiber and β cloth.And it is far more advanced than the body armor on the market.

It can withstand the shooting and high temperature of large-caliber bullets.

Get yourself a set of equipment, and go deep into the dragon's lake and tiger's den alone?
Don't make a fuss, a person has only one life, and John Ke would not do this before he had no ability to resist bullets head-on.

John put on a battle suit rather casually, and put on his normal clothes.Made a few props.

So I wandered to the address given by the weasel.

Pulled out the first gadget, thermal imaging.

"Ah Fu, are you sure my parents are inside?" In Heihot mode, the outlines of the human figures in each building are extremely clear.

The red box in the image Kaka marks two laborers who are working in the gun workshop below.It is marked that there is a similarity of 90.00% to eight.

John has never seen his parents after time travel. At most, he has images of these two in his memory, let alone any feelings for them.

He walked some distance to a phone booth and called 911, detailing that gangsters had kidnapped his parents and forced them to produce ghost guns in a gang gun workshop.

Then I left immediately. It would be best if the police could save it. If they couldn’t, don’t expect me to be in danger.

The original parents? Really unfamiliar.

Originally, if the main office received a call to the police, it would have directly contacted the Hell's Kitchen branch, and it would have been mailed.Even the information of the person who called the police will be sold to the Mace Gang.

But John is the focus of Snake and Shield!
Nick Fury listened directly to the recording of this guy calling the police, and he was excited!
Although this guy commanded his men to kill six people in an alley on 37th Street, he didn't even blink.

But it was obvious that they didn't have any fighting power, so a small Mace Gang who was trying to survive in the cracks of the five major gangs asked the police for help.

What does this mean? Black technology talents, parents are alive, their own combat effectiveness is low, and technology talents who are super easy to control.

And the fact that he asked the police for help proves that although he lives in Hell's Kitchen, he still believes in the police and justice, and his essence is not bad!
Under the operation of the huge machine of Snake and Shield, the rapid response special forces of S.H.I.E.L.D. were released to the designated location within 10 minutes after someone called the police.

"The objective of the mission is to destroy the Mace Gang, rescue these two hostages, and try to rescue other hostages as much as possible. Do you understand?" A strong white man with crossbones printed on his chest shirt repeated the task like this.

"Understood, sir!" Everyone was cohesive and capable, looking like a century-old veteran of the Counter-Strike Elite.

Ah, that's not right, the Hundred Fighters Elite.

"Mask!" The brawny man pulled down his tactical mask.

"Received!" The other subordinates were also in unison.

The Mace Gang members outside the building were silently knocked down.

A set of tactical gestures, separate a team to go around the roof of the target building, and fix the lifting rope.

A team blocked the front and rear exits and installed breaking bombs, ready to attack at any time.

John was observing the battle from a taller building nearby, completely unaware that someone was also watching him.

A unified signal was sent out, and all the windows of the target building burst instantly, and the front and rear doors were blasted open.

There were muffled gunshots one after another, and there was not a single unsilenced gunshot from the other party.

Potential like a broken bamboo.

"Oh, it should be handed over to a professional." John looked at the scene with satisfaction.

Soon all those who tried to resist were killed, and those who surrendered were tied up. The rapid reaction force of SHIELD reported and evacuated. At this time, it was less than 10 minutes before the start of the operation.

The next step is to hand over the scene to the police department.

As soon as the quick reaction team left, John helped the Welschers leave the scene, waiting for the police to come? Wait a fart.

"John, my good boy, it's really great that you're fine." The two of them were somewhat injured.

Obviously the treatment in the Mace Gang is not good, luckily it doesn't affect walking.

"They don't even pay workers wages at all! Only 1911 materials can make a [-]! Then it can sell for [-] dollars on the black market!"

The two kept talking, relaxing in this way.

"Is our shop still there?" Old Wilshere asked.

"Of course it's still there. What happened to you and the Hammer Gang?"

The old Wiersher said, "We have been dealing with the Mace Gang for so long, I thought we were familiar with each other, and they wanted to raise the price, so I talked to them."

"Who knew that they already had other channels. After hearing me say a few words, they knocked me out and sent them to their factory."

The old Mrs. Wilshere also said: "I also went to loot the gun store for valuables, and took me away and sent it to the factory. Fortunately, I asked you to buy pizza at that time."

Old Wilscher sighed, "How do you deal with the Irish? Haven't they bothered you these past few months?"

"Irish? Why do they bother me?"

"There's no money or goods in the store, how do you pay them protection fees?" Old Wilshere was dumbfounded.

"You didn't ask me to do it, did you?" Little Wierscher also looked confused. "Is there a possibility that the Irish Gang didn't collect protection fees at all?"

(End of this chapter)

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