Cthulhu

36th Street, Hell's Kitchen, New York.

The streets that were already sparsely populated by pedestrians were transformed by the appearance of a huge black shadow.

The space around the street creates a sense of oppression.

This is a kind of oppression that acts on the soul.

Let people unconsciously bypass the area where the three people are.

The street, which was already empty of people, was now quiet even with the sounds in the surrounding houses.

Al looked at the frightened Jonson with interest and asked: "You are not Horace, you are Jonson, the boss of the Kenha Gang.

I remember your voice. "

Ayre didn't know much about Jonson.

But Jonson's appearance as if he was fleeing made Al know that this guy must have discovered something.

"Eugene, has he been unusual lately? Have you discovered anything?"

However, Jonson, like a tough guy, said nothing.

There was something inexplicable in his eyes.

"Oh, I really didn't underestimate you. The boss of the Kenha Gang is indeed a tough guy."

"Peter, be punished"

Peter next to him was suddenly confused.

上刑

So cruel, he won't...

Al immediately came to Peter and whispered something to him.

Peter's expression turned from confusion to excitement.

"Look at me"

After saying that, Peter found a fluffy, soft yet hard foxtail grass.

He held his nose and took off Jonson's shoes. Without saying a word, he took out the area with the thickest fur on the foxtail grass and started scratching it.

Jonson was unable to move, his eyes flashing with anger.

Damn it, I'm not a tough guy.

If you want me to speak, first get rid of this inexplicable restriction on me.

Feeling the strange feeling like ants crawling on the soles of his feet, Jonson desperately wanted to pull his feet away.

This unbearable itching feeling was more uncomfortable than cutting him with a knife.

However, let alone moving his feet, he couldn't even move his mouth.

The more Peter was scratched, the more excited he became. This punishment, which seemed like a prank, suddenly opened the door to Peter.

It's so much fun

Except my feet smell a little...

Jonson looked at the two of them expressionlessly, but his eyes were extremely expressive, first revealing full of hatred, then showing a speechless look, and finally tears streaming down his face.

The sweat on his face was almost like water, and his expression did not change.

"Awesome, I admire."

"A real warrior."

"Iron will."

Looking at the expressionless Jonson, Al slowly began to notice something was wrong.

He looked at Jonson and suddenly found that the black shadow was also beside Jonson, watching Jonson's torture.

Al was startled, and suddenly remembered that under the pressure of the huge black shadow, Jonson could not move or speak at all.

What a mistake, I didn't expect this.

Suddenly feeling guilty, An secret quickly let the black shadow dissipate.

Make some space.

As soon as the black shadow left, Jonson immediately lay on the ground regardless of his appearance, breathing heavily.

He cursed Al under his breath.

Al couldn't hear it, but Peter beside him heard it clearly.

Suddenly his face turned cold, and he twisted his backhand and held down Jonson's arm. The powerful force seemed to break the arm.

"what did you just say"

Jonson on the ground screamed again, his eyes flashing fiercely, not giving in at all, "I'm just calling you two bastards, shameless, and locked me up, not letting me speak.

I kept asking, I want to say, have you given me a chance?

Ahhhh, be gentle, it's about to break. "

Although he was subdued, Jonson still had no scruples due to his fierceness and risklessness.

Al waved his hands and smiled awkwardly, "Don't say these useless things, where is Eugene?"

Jonson on the ground said forcefully: "I also want to know where he is. That kid is missing."

He obviously still didn't want to tell the truth.

Al looked at Jonson, who was wrapped so tightly, and changed the subject: "You wear a hat and a mask, and you are wrapped so tightly. Isn't it very suspicious? You still do this on your own territory."

Jonson said nothing, cursing secretly in his mind.

If he didn't keep a tight lid, he would be easier to spot, and most of the people in Hell's Kitchen would know him.

"You must be in trouble for dressing up like this, tell me."

Jonson sneered: "Say it and you can help me solve my trouble."

Al quickly waved his hand, "You misunderstood. I'm not trying to help you solve your troubles. I'm just asking you to tell us and make us laugh."

"you"

Jonson's eyes burned with rage.

Not wanting to say anything more, Alpeter and the two couldn't do anything when they saw this. After all, they were just students.

Al didn't want to spend any more time with Jonson, so he immediately put away Jonson's gun and prepared to leave.

However, just as he turned around, Jonson suddenly spoke.

With a gloomy expression, Jonson leaned his upper body against the wall and said, "If you suspect there is something wrong with Eugene, can you tell me why?"

Elton turned around speechlessly: "Uncle, you didn't even answer the questions we asked you, and you still expect me to answer your questions."

Jonson was at a loss for words.He said nothing more, stood up silently, and followed Al in a big way.

He would hide for a while before, but this time he stood seven or eight meters away from the two of them, staring at them with cold eyes.

"What are you going to do?" Al asked helplessly.

"I also want to know what happened to my son. I have no clues, but you know the clues. I want to investigate with you." Jonson said coldly.

"I can give money."

Jonson took out twenty thousand dollars from his pocket.

Peter was young and energetic, and suddenly became furious, "Who do you think we are?"

咕咚

Al swallowed softly and slapped Peter with his hand, "Don't... don't do this."

His eyes unconsciously glanced at the [-] US dollars, "How about... let him join"

Peter:

Jonson said promptly: "Twenty thousand per person."

咕咚

Peter gulped.

He gave too much.

In a friendly and peaceful atmosphere, Al briefly welcomed the wealthy man.

The three began to look for a law firm again.

Fortunately, there were not many law firms in Hell's Kitchen, and Al quickly found his target, Nelson Murdoch.

Seeing Al's face light up with joy.Jonson asked: "Why are you looking for this law firm? Is it related to Eugene?"

Al originally didn't want to explain, but considering that the big dog... probably the big financier still had a lot of money in his pocket, he smiled and said: "I'm not looking for a law firm, I'm looking for a lawyer in a law firm. "

lawyer

Jonson was puzzled, but when he heard about lawyer, the figure of Horace flashed in his mind unconsciously. Horace was the lawyer, and he was his best brother, but he seemed to have a problem.

"Is there anything special about the lawyers here?"

Al suddenly smiled mysteriously, "There is an old acquaintance of yours here, the famous Daredevil."

Hearing the name Night Stalker, Jonson was so frightened that his breathing began to quicken.

This night demon, who I had been looking for for who knows how long, and who could not find his identity no matter how hard I searched, was now found so easily.

Jonson was in a daze.

He believed Al, and there was no need for Al to lie to him about this kind of thing.

Jonson silently took out another twenty thousand dollars from his pocket and handed it to Al.

This news is worth the price

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