Marvel World's Food Tree

Queens District, Siberian Ballet Theatre, the girls on the stage showed off their beautiful bodies to their heart's content, but unfortunately, the ones sitting under the stage were actually big and thick Russian men. From their ferocious faces, you can tell that they are not here to appreciate this beautiful dance.

"Sergey, are you ready? Tonight will be very lively!"

"Don't worry, the whole block has been blocked by us, I want to see what they can do with us tonight?"

"Hahaha, hand and meeting, I have long disliked them. They are afraid of Yankees, but we are not afraid..."

"Enough! Don't be too careless, the strength of the hand and society should not be underestimated. Have you forgotten the bald head last time?"

"Vladimir, you are afraid. If you are afraid, leave quickly. We will not laugh at you... Besides, last time we were attacked by those bastards of the Supreme Council. This time we are going to I can't believe they're still coming in... who let you in, John Wick?"

"Crack Ka Ka ~"

With the sound of pushing the door, John Wick walked in from outside surrounded by two or three Russian hunks. As he entered, the Russian hunks who were watching the ballet turned their attention to John In Wick, all the Russian mafia present are no strangers to this legend in the killer world, and many young Russian mafia regard him as an idol. After all, in this "talented" America, John It is an incredible thing that Wick can sit on the top throne of the killer world as a Russian!

"Everyone, I am John Wick. On behalf of my boss, I am here to give you an ultimatum. If you agree to leave New York to seek development in other states, then my boss will give you enough time to transfer assets and give you A certain amount of compensation for you... Goodbye, good luck to you"

John Wick turned and left halfway through his words. Although he didn't finish his words, everyone present could hear what he wanted to express. If he didn't retreat, he would die!

In fact, John Wick's heart is full of struggle. He came out from here. This is equivalent to his home, and these mafias sitting here are equivalent to his family. Although he now has a new home, He still hopes that these former family members can survive...

"How, how about these stubborn Russian brothers?"

Seeing John Wick coming out of the theater, Frank surrounded him with a smile. After spending so many days together, he and John Wick, an unsmiling guy, have become good friends.

"...They won't accept the peace talks. Frank, I'm leaving first... If possible, can you let those girls go?" John Wick hesitated for a moment, but finally said truthfully.

"Of course... But you have to be clear, I'm not the main force tonight, but those guys. I think if you want to be good for those girls, you'd better go tell the boss!"

Frank pointed at the 37 expressionless and lifeless guys in the distance with great fear. He had captured these guys back to the restaurant with his own hands. Now they have become like this in Ye Fang's hands, which makes Frank's lack of reason even more obvious. There was a slight feeling of guilt, but when I thought of the blood on these guys' hands, the slight feeling of guilt disappeared.

"John, don't worry, nothing will happen to your little ballet girls... You don't want to go back, wait here, and you will be responsible for appeasing those little girls after the matter is over... If they If there is no place to go, we will find a hotel to settle down first. After the cleaning is over this month, our restaurant will also expand, and we will need some waiters at that time. We can't keep Erica busy all by herself... ...Frank, don't look, you are still a cashier, when you pay off the money you owe me, I'm thinking about arranging another job for you!"

Ye Fang, who walked up to the front, looked at the magnificent theater in front of him and waved the vines at the desperate army who had been waiting for a long time: "Kill all the men in this building who dare to take up arms to resist you... Jerry, we will have to trouble your heirs later, these Russians must disappear without realizing it!"

"Don't worry, there are enough sewers in New York to hold 50 corpses. After all, these corpses are also part of the ecological melting pot of New York!"

Following Ye Fang's order, the Resolute Legion in the distance roared and rushed into the magnificent theater, while the Russian mafia who had been guarding the gate with guns immediately opened fire, shooting the man frantically. A seemingly weak commando!

Listening to the fierce exchange of fire that once again echoed in the ears, the lights that had just been extinguished on the roof of the FBI office building in Queens, New York, were turned on again. Director Benjamin Foster of the FBI's New York branch took a look. After reading what was displayed on the phone, he sighed and waved his hand to dismiss the agents standing in front of him, ready to go, before answering the phone on the table.

(To popularize science, the FBI is an intelligence agency that only targets domestic criminal facts in the United States, while the CIA is an intelligence agency that only targets international intelligence agencies. The functions of the two parties are different, and in the history of the United States, both sides Still deadly.)

"Hello, Mr. Governor, I'm Foster... I see, I will not send any agents into New York tonight."

"That's good, Mr. Foster, I just want to make a phone call to confirm. What are you doing in the office so late? Why don't you go home and rest early? Tomorrow, Mr. Wilson Fisk will hold a charity party. By then, you Come and participate with me!”

After hanging up the phone and letting out a long sigh again, Benjamin Foster walked silently to the huge floor-to-ceiling window. He looked at the gunfire flashing outside the window from time to time, like shooting stars in the sky, and the corners of his mouth trembled inexplicably. For a moment.

"New York, it's time to clean up!"

In Washington, D.C., in the office of the black marinated egg at SHIELD headquarters.

Watching the live broadcast from the satellite, Nick Fury had an expressionless face. Although New York had nothing to do with SHIELD, for some reason, he still felt a little bit unwilling in his heart... ...Looking at the gun battle covering the entire New York on the screen, he finally picked up the phone on the table and opened the phone book that had been kept in the cabinet for a long time.

"Professor Charles, I'm Nick Fury..."