Infinite Journey to the World of American Comics

"No, you shouldn't eat too much junk food." Richard put the empty bag on the pigeon cage and licked his fingers.

"Okay, what do you want from me?" For the sake of his own cardiovascular and cerebrovascular health, the fat man decided not to go around in circles with them.

"A machine gun and enough bullets, if you have two rocket launchers, prepare two for me, an assault rifle, two pistols, a shotgun, and various grenades. Oh, by the way, John, what do you want? "

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The scene fell into silence, the fat black man's face was twitching, and his blood pressure was visually rising.

"No, he's joking." John hurriedly spoke to smooth things over. He keenly noticed that the fat black man was touching the gun.

"I do not have..."

John covered Richard's mouth and quickly stated his request, "Give me a gun and the location of Sandino D'Antonio."

"Do you know the consequences of going out now?" Although he had expected it, when John said his purpose, he still shocked the king. This was the first time in so many years that someone dared to blatantly say that he wanted to kill him. A high table chairperson.

"He has now offered a reward of 700 million for your life. This is a lot of money. Even I am moved. Tell me, why should I risk offending the high table to help you and use your head in exchange for money? Isn’t it good?”

"You help me this time. I owe you a favor. Whatever happens to you in the future, I will help you unconditionally." John said seriously. He has nothing now. He has nothing to exchange except himself.

"Haha, help me." The fat black man smiled, and then walked underground. It was more comfortable to chat with John. Look at this person, after all, he has received professional training, and he would dig a hole and jump down by himself.

Taking the two of them to his office, he smiled and asked them to sit down, then looked at John and said: "Do you think I need any help? It's not that I sent people to kill Gianna D'Antonio, but you."

John thought for a while and decided to persuade the other party, "Sandino killed his sister Gianna for her chairmanship. With his greedy character, do you think he will just settle for the status quo? What he wants is this city." ."

"We just have to take care of ourselves."

"Yes, but how long will it last and how many lives will it take? If you kill Sandino, the Camorra family and the High Table will come to you, but if I kill Sandino, they will only come to me."

"You are worth 700 million."

"Then the question is, do you want 700 million, or do you want to give me a gun."

The two men looked at each other affectionately across the table, just like they did more than ten years ago. Their feelings spanned skin color, gender, love...

puff

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"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it anymore. This relationship scene of yours seems a bit red with your old faces." Richard covered his mouth and waved to the two of them, "It's okay, leave me alone, you continue."

"Can I beat him to death?" the fat black man asked John.

"Well...he saved my life..." John hesitated, and seemed to be seriously considering this choice.

"Okay, adults are all adults, stop being so childish." Richard waved his hand and said to the fat man first, "It's hard to be a human being when you look at the high table every day, and even if you become a king like you So what, you just said that you were once a chess piece, but now, you are just a more advanced chess piece. Unless you overturn the chessboard, you will always be just a chess piece."

"And you." After saying that, Richard turned to John again, "You killed your old friend in order to truly retire. You feel uncomfortable, but didn't you feel from the beginning that Sandino would not keep his promise? Well, are you still hoping that Gaotaizi will make him keep his promise? Don't be ridiculous, okay? You are just a pawn or a tool. Will people hurt their own people for a tool? Your classes are inherently antagonistic. Believe it or not, even if the positions of Sandino and Jaina were reversed, you would still have this result."

The old man was heartbroken, John and Hei Pang remained silent, because they knew what Richard said was right, but so what, there was no right or wrong in the adult world, they just wanted to live well.

Fighting against the high table is easy to say, but as John just said, how many people will die?

One person, ten people, one hundred people

Even if all the beggars in New York are dead, it's still unclear whether the Continental Hotel in New York can be taken away. Of course John doesn't care. This guy has only one life left now, but can the fat black man just agree to it?

These are thousands of fucking lives.

As for John, if his wife, his dog, his car, and his house hadn't all been lost, he would have dared to take this road, to put it bluntly, why would he take Sandino's job even though he knew he was going to die? Don't you still have a little fantasy in your heart?

"Okay, you don't have to be so depressed. It depends on man-made things. It's easier to destroy than to build. Moreover, we don't necessarily need to kill all the high tables. Maybe there are people in the high tables who can't stand each other for a long time. Now, maybe just We need an opportunity to reshuffle the cards.”

"What do you want to do?" The fat man was moved.

"Old people have really bad memories." Richard curled his lips, "Didn't I just say, a machine gun, a rocket launcher, an assault rifle, two pistols, matching ammunition, various grenades and a shotgun Gun. Oh, by the way, John, what did you just say you wanted?"

"...pistol."

"Well, another pistol."

"...Give them the things." Chong ordered his subordinates, and the fat black man sat back in his big chair. He was so angry that he really didn't want to talk to Richard anymore.

After a while, four big men came in carrying a stack of boxes and opened them one by one in front of the two of them.

"The m249 machine gun, in addition to the ones already loaded on the gun, has three other 3-round drum magazines; the hk100 assault rifle has four spare magazines; one Beretta 416fs and one m4 each with four magazines each , four offensive grenades, two shock bombs. One AT92 rocket launcher. There is also an alloy steel long knife."

"You really plan to use a bazooka"

Looking at the arms and ammunition spread out on the floor, Richard felt a little stupid. He put aside the things he couldn't carry. These guys were not small in size. If they really carried so many guns and ammunition, he might get stuck in the door. .

"Forget about the rocket launchers and shotguns, John and I each have one pistol, the assault rifle also belongs to him, each has half the grenades, and the machine gun belongs to me."

John nodded and had no objection. The two weapons that Richard picked were not what he was good at originally. Who had ever seen a killer carrying a machine gun to carry out assassinations?

"It's okay"

"Well, okay, last question, where is Sandino now?"

"He is in the museum, Earl will take you there." The fat black man gestured, and the beggar who brought them came to them and led them into the elevator.

"Okay, from now on, you will fall into hell." The fat man walked to the elevator and looked at the two of them and said.

"Well, we are going to bring light back to hell. By the way, a friendly reminder, move the base as soon as possible. Don't think that the High Table will not come to you. Even if you are not really involved, they will take the opportunity to beat you. "Li Cha smiled at the fat man and waved his hand, and the elevator door gradually closed.

"Boss, what should we do?"

"Let's just wait and see what happens." The fat man thought for a while and then issued the order. It was not easy for him to obey what a mere young man said.