Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

After being notified by David, Kim and Pushkin decided to participate in the matter.

Two important figures in the underground world of the east coast issued orders together, and a huge storm was set off in an instant.

The major gangs gathered in Hell's Kitchen responded one after another, and they dared not refuse.

Local gangs in New York, Russian gangs, Irish gangs, Mexican gangs, island gangs, and even triads from the Far East... Large and small forces gather together, and there are men and women in the gang.

Of course, most of them are strong men with different skin colors.

But no matter men or women, the standard configuration is full back and full hand tattoos, plus various modified firearms, full of gangster atmosphere.

It only took a few minutes for everyone from receiving the message to quickly responding and gathering.

In a short while, the streets of Hell's Kitchen, as far as the eye could see, were pitch-black and quickly occupied by gangsters who ran out of the house.

Passers-by were stunned and thought that these people were pretending to commit suicide, but in fact they rebelled and robbed the bank.

Immediately afterwards, I saw a group of men with fierce faces and fierce aura approaching. Subconsciously, their legs trembled, and they backed away, not understanding what happened.

"Hey, you scared them."

"It's so funny, did you see it? They almost pissed themselves."

"Stop blabbering and get in the car quickly. We have to hurry up and don't forget the boss's instructions."

"certainly."

Taking to the streets with a gun openly is not for fighting, but to assist the government in eradicating vampires.

To be honest, even they themselves did not expect this day to come.

Although it is very clear that the boss and the government must have reached some kind of agreement, but in the orders issued by the two, there is a sentence that is right and very much to their liking.

This is New York!

This is Manhattan!

This is Hell's Kitchen!

This is the territory of gangsters!

What kind of shit vampire, if you dare to come, you will die!

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At this time, the head of the New York police, George Stacey, was leading the special police guarding the door anxiously.

However, it was not to stop the vampires in the building, but to meet the FBI agents who escaped from the building after being injured, as well as members of the National Guard combat team.

"In less than 10 minutes, most of the people were injured..."

George stared at the entrance of the building blocked by the special police holding shields. The rapid and loud gunshots, the roars of vampires, and the shouts of his companions interweaved into a terrifying piece of music.

He paced back and forth anxiously, feeling uneasy in his heart, and only one thought remained in his mind:

"How long until our reinforcements arrive?"

While thinking, he looked up at the empty sky.

About 10 minutes ago, two fighting figures flew towards the sea, and Mobias and Lucis disappeared from most people's sight.

This shows that the situation is completely out of control.

They couldn't expect Mobius to go back and eliminate the vampires in the building after finishing Lucis as soon as possible.

Thankfully, Mobias should still be sane, and realized that he could not take Lucis for a long time, so he deliberately moved the battlefield outside the urban area of ​​Manhattan - there is a high probability that it will be near the coastline, making it impossible for Lucis to command in person. These vampires he created.

George turned around and didn't care so much about it.

The most urgent task right now is to find a way to completely eliminate the vampires in the building that were mass-produced by Lucis.

However, reinforcements were delayed.

Even if you count the SWAT team next to George, compared to the astonishing number of vampires in the building, it is just a drop in the bucket and can't help.

"There are at least three to four hundred vampires inside. They are difficult to kill and are not afraid of bullets. Even unlike the legendary vampires, sunlight does not seem to damage them."

Rodriguez finally exited the building with sweat on his forehead and a look of concern in his eyes.

Twenty minutes ago, what happened in the building is still vivid in my mind.

"Currently, it seems that the methods we can use in the city will only weaken them very little. In a short period of time, we can only break their leg bones and weaken their ability to move..."

Rodriguez tells George about the inside of the building, about the vampire they encountered.

"Where's the flame?"

George said solemnly: "Can you think of a way to burn all the vampires inside with a fire? Burn them to death one by one."

"Ordinary flames can cause great harm to humans, but with the powerful vitality these vampires currently display, I have reason to believe that even if you burn them into mummies, they will still have extraordinary mobility."

Rodriguez was very helpless: "To completely eliminate them, we can only burn them to ashes. But to do this, apart from large-scale incendiary bombs, few weapons can achieve this."

After a pause, he emphasized: "You have to know that this is an urban area, and it is Manhattan in New York."

Molotov cocktails in Manhattan.

Crazy? !

The president cannot afford this responsibility.

Of course George understood what Rodriguez meant, but in this way, the situation was forced into a stalemate.

Bang bang bang!

At this time, the gunfire in the building became more intense.

Mosley and a group of fully armed companions rushed out of the encirclement with difficulty, and it can be said that they were forced to exit the building.

From the outside, although Mosley and others were in a mess, they didn't have much damage on their bodies, which was okay.

"How about it?"

Rodriguez and George had hope.

"I can't stop it!"

Mosley shook his head, giving a disappointing answer.

He whispered: "I suspect that before Lucis left, he gave instructions to the vampires in the building. They seemed to be rational, but in fact they were completely out of control. They had a great thirst for blood and would bite anyone they saw. ..."

"Where are our reinforcements?"

As Mosley said, he couldn't help but ask: "Why hasn't anyone come to support me yet?"

"The director just told me that the supporting troops have already set off and will arrive in about 15 minutes."

George's face was ugly, and he answered with difficulty.

"15 minutes?"

Mosley looked in disbelief: "We can hold them off for another five minutes at most... Do you know that if those vampires rush out of the building, we will be completely finished!"

"The most important thing is that we don't even know yet whether we will be infected if we are bitten by these vampires..."

"If the person bitten by them is at risk of infection, then our injured companions, or even their accomplices who may even become vampires, will turn against us and attack!

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"Fake!"

Mosley jumped in a hurry and cursed.

"Fifteen minutes is the limit. You are the FBI and know the procedures here better than I do."

George didn't mind Mosley's near-abusive remarks.

He knew Mosley wasn't scolding him.

"Where's the phone call I asked you to make?"

Suddenly, Mosley seemed to think of something: "What did the director say? Did he reply to you?"

"David Fisk?"

George reacted, nodded and said, "Chief Pittman said that they have agreed to support and are on their way over."

"Time." Mosley asked.

"10 minutes."

George looked at his watch and said hesitantly: "If it's on time, they should be arriving soon."

"Great!"

Mosley cheered up: "Finally some good news."

aside.

Rodriguez followed with a sigh of relief.

"If David Fisk brings someone here, it will be good news for us."

He put down the big stone hanging in his heart and said, "At least it will allow us to hold on until the army supports us."

"Who is David Fisk?"

Seeing the two people reacting like this, George couldn't help but be curious and asked, "Why do you have so much confidence in him?"

"You don't even know him?"

Mosley and Rodriguez looked at each other.

"David is indeed very low-key at ordinary times. Except for those who have come into contact with him, few others know his name."

Mosley thought for a while and explained: "He is the boss of Fisker Pharmaceuticals."

"Just a businessman?"

George was suspicious: "I haven't even heard of Fisker Pharmaceuticals."

"Of course it's more than that."

Rodriguez responded: "The businessman is just his packaging for himself. His most important identity is that he is the younger brother of Wilson Fisk and is also closely related to Pushkin."

"Wilson Fisk? Pushkin?"

"The overlord of New York, and the big boss of the East Coast gang?"

George murmured, and after reacting, he opened his eyes wide with extreme shock.

He looked at the two people in front of him, and never imagined that Mosley and Rodriguez, as FBI agents, would bet their chance on a gangster at such a critical moment.

But their chief, Giles Pittman, agreed!

If someone said this to him usually, he would only think it was a child's play.

However, in today's context, it seems that...

God comes.

"You are so brave!"

George was speechless for a while, and held back for a few seconds before bursting out such a sentence from between his teeth.

Da da da!

At this time, the police officers who were in charge of blocking the block and evacuating the people came running wildly.

"Chief Stacey, something happened! There is a group of gangsters with weapons surrounding the entire neighborhood!

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His face changed wildly and he shouted loudly: "They are confronting us, and they said they came after receiving an order! Sheriff, what should we do? Do you want a negotiator to come over?"

"coming!"

Mosley, Rodriguez, and George all had their eyes lit up.

"coming?"

The police officer who reported the situation was confused: "What's going on? Call a negotiator?"

"Let them in quickly!"

George knows how to be flexible and knows that this is the best way at present.

Instant acceptance of reality.

Now, with one's own side retreating in a row and almost falling apart, only by letting this group of gangsters who live in the shadow of Manhattan, are good at maintaining underground order, and are full of force to help, can the situation be completely stabilized.

"what?"

The police officer was confused again: "You mean, those gangsters are really here to help?"

"Stop talking nonsense and let them in!

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George wanted to give his subordinate two slaps and let him figure out the situation.

soon.

A group of strong men arrived outside the building.

They surrounded Mosley, Rodriguez, and George, and even a group of police officers and wounded, like sandwich biscuits.

"David, you came just in time."

Mosley walked to the front of the crowd, the man in the wheelchair.

David Fisk is disabled?

George couldn't help but open his eyes wide again. The scene he saw was really unimaginable.

A disabled person is actually ordering members of the entire New York underground gang.

You know, such a huge force can almost subvert a city in many cases.

"I told you, I'm a good citizen."

David shook hands with Mosley with a smile, and then said to the Lankehoff brothers who belonged to the Russian gang behind him:

"It's up to you, those vampires, to let them know that even vampires can't compete with us for territory in New York!"

"***vampire!

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"***vampire!

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Everyone raised their weapons and cheered in unison, their voices were loud and deafening.

The New York Police Department, the National Guard, and even the FBI agents who were caught in the center of the crowd felt their eardrums swell, and an indescribable cohesion spread among this group of gangsters who could not stand on the stage.

They looked around and looked at the gangsters with fiery eyes and agitated emotions. For a while, they couldn't tell whether they were the official or the opposite was the official.

"Stop for a moment, brothers, let our Mr. Agent introduce the situation."

David raised his hand slightly, and everyone immediately fell silent.

He smiled and said: "After all, this is probably the most harmonious conversation we have had with the FBI and the New York Police Department."

After a pause, he looked at the National Guard in special uniforms.

"Of course, you may not want to provoke the army."

Whoa!

Everyone roared with laughter.

"The current situation is difficult, but the situation is relatively simple."

Mosley is not stage frightened. Strictly speaking, he and David are his own people, and the people David brought are also his own people.

At that moment, he said loudly: "There are about hundreds of vampires in the building in front of us. They are frantically trying to rush out of the building. Our purpose is to block them inside the building and never allow them to leave the building."

"However, these vampires are difficult to deal with. Bullets have no effect on them. Perhaps the only way to stop their actions is to burn them to ashes..."

"Also, we currently don't know whether people bitten by them will undergo mutations, so you should all be careful not to get bitten!

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After speaking quickly, Mosley looked at David, signaling that he could tell his subordinates to act.

"last question."

David raised a finger and said, "If we rush in and chop them into pieces, will the vampires die?"

"Chop into pieces?"

Mosley was stunned: "I don't know, maybe... it will be useful?"

"That's good."

David laughed loudly and called back: "Did you all hear that? Now follow my orders, rush in and chop them into pieces!"

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"Whatever you do!

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"Today, the FBI, the New York Police Department, and even the military are here to help you! Even if the entire Manhattan is overturned, it won't matter. As long as you can deal with those vampires, you can even earn the title of hero as a good citizen of New York!"

"Does anyone want an autograph from Morbius? I can get it for you, as many as you want! Super hero, Dr. Vampire, doesn't it sound cool? Today we are his heroic teammates!"

"By the way, Kingpin and Pushkin won't let your trip go in vain. The reward for a vampire's head is ten thousand dollars!"

"Want money?"

"In that building, there are millions of dollars waiting for you to harvest!

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"I will also reward the one with the most kills an additional $20!

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"What are you waiting for? It's time to take action! Hurry!

Get in there and make money!

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Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, feeling that today's trip was getting more and more interesting.

"Fuck, that sounds really good."

"Stop talking nonsense, I can't help but want to chop off the vampire's head!

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"Wait for me, let's rush together!

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The voice fell.

A group of people rushed to the entrance of the building without hesitation, and swarmed in again.

They were astonishingly fierce, and there was no trace of fear on their faces. It could be seen that they didn't take Mosley's reminder to heart at all.

Gagging the vampires so they don't come out?

What is this like!

They're gangsters from Hell's Kitchen!

What gangsters like most is to press their opponents on the ground and rub them hard.

If you can legally cut off the opponent's head, so much the better!

"Shet, did they not understand what I said?"

Mosley opened his eyes wide, looked at David, and said in an anxious tone: "If we continue to fight like this, it will always be our side that suffers. The vampires are not afraid of fighting with you at all, because they cannot be killed!"

"I don't believe that any living thing has its head chopped off and chopped into pieces and still lives."

David smiled and said, "Moxley, although you are an FBI agent, you still lack understanding of the gang's work style. Just watch, they won't let you down."

"I hope so."

Mosley was speechless.

"You look like you have no confidence in us? Man, you have to know where we come from!"

David emphasized this point: "We come from Hell's Kitchen... The real Hell's Kitchen is a place darker than Hell!

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