Burn Marvel

The day and night in New York are two different worlds. During the day, you can give her all the beauty you can imagine. It is a paradise for the high-class and the rich.

You can also imbue it with all the filth you can imagine at night. It is a hell for the bottom of society, stowaways, and homeless people.

If you love him send him to New York because that is heaven. If you hate him send him to New York because that's hell.

Li Ze was wearing a hooded black sweatshirt and carrying a backpack as he walked on the street like an ordinary international student.

A homeless man not far away lit a trash can, heating up some leftovers while looking at everyone on the street. There was a gunshot and a muffled grunt in the alley, and it seemed that some poor guy had a hole in his body.

There was a faint sound of sirens in my ears and then gradually disappeared.

"Hell's Kitchen!" Li Ze shook his head and kept walking.

It was rare that he was not at home tonight. He had basically mastered the flame whip, which increased his combat radius by ten meters and could accurately crush screws within ten meters.

Brother Long said, 'The wooden plank will not fight back.' Now it is time to increase the actual combat experience against the enemy.

Don't underestimate these practical experiences, they are still very useful before you can't wave your hand to destroy the earth.

It can better control your body and temper your psychology, so that you won't be at a loss during a fight and don't know where to put your hands.

This is also the reason why street gangsters in the news can blast so-called martial arts masters.

Because of the rich experience!

If you still don’t believe it, just watch the original Avengers.

Hawkeye and Widow are both agents themselves, Captain America is a World War II veteran, and Thor has been a professional hammerman for thousands of years. Although Iron Man has little experience, his intelligent system Jarvis is awesome and can analyze the best choice in an instant. Hulk doesn't need any experience, just smash him. In any case, we are dissatisfied with everything below the atmosphere.

As I continued walking along the street, I felt a few appreciative and malicious glances sweep over me.

But Li Ze had no interest in them. They were all malnourished homeless people and skinny drug addicts. As long as they didn't cause trouble, Li Ze didn't even have the desire to cremate them.

Turning the corner, there is a newly opened bar.

Business was good when the door opened. At this time, the people who could drink at the bar were basically gang members, passing on some news, relaxing and celebrating that they had survived another day.

Li Ze looked around and glanced at the black bartender who was wiping glasses at the bar and paused for a moment. This bartender has a muscular body that is common among black people, but his face has a calmness that is uncommon in Hell's Kitchen.

Either a superpower or a veteran of many battles. Li Ze defined bartender. The white flames not only tempered his body, but also enhanced his perception to a certain extent. Although he was not as perverted as the spider sense, he could still tell which ones were not ordinary people.

Although there was a small accident, Li Ze was not prepared to change his plan.

"A glass of bourbon" took out his wallet and slapped a Franklin (one hundred dollars) on the bar, "The rest is your tip."

The black bartender frowned slightly, poured a glass of bourbon and pushed it in front of Li Ze.

"Thank you. I'm traveling to New York. Are there any interesting places around here?" Li Ze took a sip of wine and asked.

"This is Hell's Kitchen. It will definitely not be fun for you. Leave here and go to Queens or Manhattan to have fun." The black bartender's voice was like two pieces of steel rubbing against each other, but it was surprisingly not harsh.

"Really? That's a pity. By the way, what are they talking about?" Li Ze pointed at the people in the bar who had begun to pay attention to this place.

"They're talking about the Russian mafia being backed by a big shot and a fat sheep," the bartender replied helplessly.

"Haha, man, you are so funny." Li Ze laughed as if he heard something funny, and then slapped a Franklin on the table and said, "Tip."

The bartender stopped talking and looked at Li Ze with a look that looked at two hundred and fifty.

"Goodbye, I'm going to experience the night view of New York." Li Ze turned and walked towards the door.

"You should sit down and finish this glass of wine. I will be open until dawn tonight," the bartender said to Li Ze's back.

"No, I'm not a good drinker."

"Then good luck"

"My luck has always been good." Li Ze waved his hand and walked out of the door.

The bartender sighed and watched as several Irish men raised their glasses, drank the remaining wine and left the bar one after another.

When he turned a corner and couldn't see the bar anymore, Li Ze found out the identity of the black bartender from his memory.

Luke Cage.

He was a criminal who was transformed by the military into a mutant, gaining an invulnerable body and strength far beyond that of ordinary people.

Later he joined the Defenders and was the husband of a drunken woman, but it seemed like he had just arrived in Hell's Kitchen and the two of them hadn't gotten together yet.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore, let's finish tonight's work first!" Li Ze turned his head and glanced at a few sneaky figures behind him, then quickened his pace and turned into a dark alley.

The figure behind him stopped covering up, and the runner rushed into the dark alley...

A gunshot sounded, and then white flames illuminated the dark alley.

"Damn it! What is this... don't... please... ah"

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‘Ring ring ring…’ A phone ringing woke up Dane Cook who was sleeping soundly.

Opening his eyes, he instinctively touched the pistol under the pillow. The hard touch gradually cleared his mind. He pushed the charming beauty in his arms aside, then picked up the phone, looked at the number, and answered.

"Mark, give me a reason why you disturbed my sleep."

There was a harsh gasp on the other end of the phone, and he said in a tone that could not tell whether it was excitement or fear:

"Boss, I found the boss of the Korean gang doing business in the abandoned factory in Block 36. He has four large suitcases."

"What? Are you sure it's the Korean gang? Not from Mrs. Gao? Where are you now? Does anyone else know?" Dane Cook suddenly woke up.

"I found it when I was following a fat sheep? I'm the only one who knows, and I'm sure it's the Korean gang. I saw their boss. I'm in the alley now and no one has noticed me."

"Good, stay there"

"Yes"

Dane Cook put down the phone and fell into deep thought. He is the boss of the Irish Glory Gang, known as Dane the Scorpion.

And he was indeed as ruthless as a scorpion, denying all his relatives, and killed his brother and a son just because of suspicion.

Now that he is 52 years old, he already feels that his energy is not as good as before, but he has to face a greater crisis.

News came a few days ago that Kingpin, the underground emperor of New York, intends to support the Russian gang. In that case, the Irish Glory Gang will be greatly impacted and challenged, and the chance of winning will be slim.

The news from Mark made him feel alive. If he could rob and kill the leader of the Korean gang, the Korean gang would become a piece of loose sand, and he would be able to swallow up their territory and gain more chips in this gangster game.

Even if you don't succeed, grabbing their goods and money is still a good choice. Of course, this might be a trap, waiting for you to stick your head in. But as long as the benefits are sufficient, give it a try anyway. Dane Cook sneered, besides, he is not old yet.

I broadcast a number on my mobile phone and was quickly connected by the other party.

"Godin, gather all the gunmen in the gang. Within an hour, I will see them all, no matter which casino they are in or which woman they are in. By the way, remember to take the big treasure."

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Mark put down his cell phone and looked at the man in front of him in horror. Just twenty minutes ago, he experienced the most terrifying scene in his life. Three of his men and the guns in their hands were ignited by white flames and instantly turned into ashes.

"I have done as you said, please let me go..."

His neck was suddenly grabbed by a hand and lifted up. Mark's words were stuck in his mouth, and his legs bounced in the air a few times, but to no avail.

The white flames spread along his neck and spread all over his body. In just one second, Mark's body shrank like a mummy that had been drained of life and moisture, and in the next second, it turned into fly ash.

"Don't worry, I will definitely send you away when I say I will send you away." Li Ze clapped his hands, turned around and said to the black man in the darkness in the distance, "My luck has always been good."

Luke Cage left without saying a word, silently, and quickly.

Li Ze didn't care either. This black hero had a good heart and probably wanted to save his life of two hundred and fifty. It was originally an accident and it would be better to leave, so as not to get in the way.

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