Marvel's Great Old Ones

"Who else hasn't come?"

From the dim underground pipes, a man's deep voice came, mixed with the ticking sound of running water.

"Daredevil hasn't come yet, you know. He only comes out at night."

A man with a broken leg and a staggering walk walked out of the depths holding a lamp.

"Cough cough cough...how do you feel now? I brought you some medicine. I heard it was bought from a big hospital. Do you want to try it now?"

The speaker was a fat old man smoking a cigarette, wearing a thick cotton coat, huddled in the corner, and handed over a small piece of something wrapped in cloth.

Since Jishitang accepted all aspects of Hell's Kitchen, it has been difficult for people with sensitive identities like them to get these things.

Those guys have sealed off the entire Hell's Kitchen from the outside world, and now it's a modern concentration camp.

The man with the lamp looked at the old man for a long time, then slowly took the medicine and said an inaudible thank you.

"How long do we have to wait? The intelligence says that the flour will be scattered on all the streets in a few hours."

A black woman with a broad waist kept stoking the flames among everyone. Her face was a little impatient. She still had to take care of her children.

"Carrie, wait a minute, if it weren't for him we would have died a long time ago."

The fat old man's face was flushed, he kept coughing, and his physical condition looked a little bad.

"Go to hell, I'm not the one who wants to die, just take care of yourself."

The black woman was cursing, but she took out a nearly roasted sweet potato from the fire and handed it to the smiling old man.

This is an underground pipeline node in Hell's Kitchen. Seven or eight people dressed in different clothes sat around a bonfire with different expressions and demeanors.

Although they come from different forces and represent different interests and classes, they all gather together for the same purpose, to resist the yellow-skinned devil, those religious lunatics and gangsters.

These people are just representatives. They each represent a resistance force of more than a thousand people or less than a few hundred people. This hidden place is their communication field and mobilization platform.

Some of them are former gangsters, some are ordinary citizens, even women, children, and students. They are all gathered here for a noble mission and to resist despair.

card!

There was a sudden collision sound from the manhole cover above, and several people instantly took out their weapons and pointed them upward.

"Hehehe, it's me, Super Daring."

"Shet, you didn't say anything first."

The strong white man holding the M27lAR and wearing a Kevlar body armor spray-painted with a white skull cursed angrily, turned around and sat down.

The rest of the group also lowered their guns and relaxed.

"The name you chose is too bad. What a piece of shit Daredevil. It's so ugly. You might as well call it Daredevil."

The lame man took another glass of water and was about to take medicine, but he knocked down the glass of water just now.

"Those guys have been checking too hard lately, so I ran up the stairs to waste some time."

A man wearing a dark red leather jacket with two sharp horns jumped down from above in a few steps.

"Frank, who didn't come this time?"

"This time it's for Jishitang's drug business. Eugene, Holstag, Diana and Finch didn't come. They've all been involved in this kind of business and it's hard to come forward."

Punisher Frank Custer, gun in hand, crouched on the ground flipping a campfire.

"So it's just eight of us this time?"

Daredevil leaned against the wall and wiped the baton in his hand. He did not expect that there would be so few people at this event.

"Three to be exact."

The lame man picked up a gun box from the ground and opened it to reveal the sniper rifle parts inside.

"Carrie and Old Carl are responsible for intelligence and supplies. We are the only three who are actually going this time."

"Three..."

Daredevil fell silent, and the three of them were under great pressure when facing the people of Jishitang.

"When will those people arrive? Should we send more people to Pericles Pier to conduct reconnaissance?"

A black man who had been hiding in the darkness from the beginning raised his hand. He was once an intelligence broker among the various forces in Hell's Kitchen.

"We can't alert the enemy. Our actions in the past few times were too big. I suspect that the people in Jishitang have already begun to respond. The intensity of the guards cannot be changed."

"Damn it, if those guys in Eugene weren't too timid, they wouldn't have discussed it so much."

The lame man cursed secretly, "Those guys can't even compare to children and women."

"Hey, what's wrong with women and children? Could it be that our contribution is less? It's obvious that those guys are too cowardly to involve us."

The black woman was unhappy after hearing this. She pinched her waist with one hand and pointed at the man with one hand, ready to scold him.

"Okay, okay, let's just say a few words. The most important thing now is to discuss how to act later and how to deal with Frank and the others."

The fat old man pulled the men and motioned for them to be quiet. Time was tight now, so there was no time to argue.

Frank held a cigar in his mouth, closed his eyes slightly, and just looked at the noisy people without saying a word.

"Give."

Daredevil suddenly came over and handed the other person a small bottle of wine.

"Forget it, if you drink now, the gun will be unstable later. Do you want to try this?"

Frank shook his head in surprise, rejected the other party's kindness, and tried to hand over a cigar.

"Sorry, my situation is different. I need to keep my brain awake and can't smoke."

Looking at the noisy people, the two men looked at each other and laughed.

"Those idiots are really going to intercept Jishitang's ship?"

In the underground storage room of a bar in Hell's Kitchen, several people sat around a dining table, and the waiters beside them quickly served food and drinks.

"It's not like you don't know that under the leadership of those two psychopaths in tight pajamas, they can have some brains."

A man wearing a luxurious suit and a slicked back hair sat at the main seat, speaking with a sarcastic expression.

"I'm just a little pity for what old Carl has on hand. Those supplies are hard to get now."

The speaker was a man with a fair complexion, who was slowly trimming his nails with a nail clipper.

"They have no idea what kind of monster we are facing. Direct confrontation is a dead end. The most important thing for us now is to preserve our strength and find the right opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to Ji Shitang."

Da Beitou snorted coldly, spilled some of the red wine in his hand, and said angrily.

"Those guys are just messing around. Not only are they a waste of energy, but they will also arouse the vigilance of the guy from Jishi Hall. How will we do it then?"

"Forget about the guy named Li Mo. What I'm afraid of is the guy named Li Xiu. Damn, that guy is a complete monster."

Sitting at the end of the dining table were several white-haired old men, all of whom were former underground bosses of Hell's Kitchen, but now their power has been annexed by Jishitang.

"Li Xiu, that guy..."

Da Beitou looked ugly, remembering the rumors he heard from the Church of the Fool.

"Hell's Kitchen has become increasingly unsafe at night recently. There are legends of monsters everywhere..."

At nine-thirty in the evening, on a hillside not far from Pericles Pier in Hell's Kitchen.

The lame man took out the various parts of the M24 from various parts of the car and assembled them completely. He placed them on the ground and pointed them at the brightly lit dock four to five hundred meters away.

"Hey Frank, I'm ready, how's it going with you and Daredevil?"

Frank leaned in the dark corner of the warehouse, checked his weapons one last time, and picked up the walkie-talkie to reply.

"After preparations are completed, please observe the surrounding situation. The goods will arrive at the dock in half an hour."

"Phew - I am above the warehouse now. The defense strength does not match the intelligence. There are many more gunmen patrolling nearby."

Daredevil squatted on the warehouse, closing his eyes tightly and his ears shaking slightly.

"Normally, even if those guys were stupid, they should have reacted and prepared to carry out infiltration operations. After installing the bomb, they would leave and take cover."

Frank opened his mouth and showed a cold smile. Ever since his family died at the hands of gangsters, he couldn't help but feel excited every time he exacted revenge on these damn gangsters.

"No problem, get ready, there are still fifteen minutes."

The lame man lay on the ground and slowly turned the muzzle of his gun.

rustling...

"what!"

The man held a pistol in his hand and turned around the moment the sound came.

"Damn, it's a bird."

Cursing himself for making such a fuss, the man picked up a piece of dirt from the ground and threw it at the crow on the car.

"Quack quack, I am a crow..."