Marvel: The beginning is tied to the experimental platform

"You are the boss of the '57' gang, and you still have to pay protection fees to other gangs?"

Facing Joaquin's questioning, Worthy looked embarrassed: "It's not my fault, boss. I planned to talk to the contact person, but he called in advance, saying that in the future, we small gangs will be taken over by others. Let's wait for the new boss to come and talk about it, and then~"

Looking at Worthy who shrugged, Joaquin sneered and shook his head: "Tell me, who did you give it to?"

"Wilson Grant Fisk, a gang leader who just rose last year. This kid is ruthless. Now due to lack of manpower, he didn't eat us small gangs. He just took [-]% of our profits every month."

Joaquin thought for a long time but couldn't figure out who this person was, so he asked, "Does he have a nickname?"

Worthy nodded: "Originally there was no such thing as 'Jin Bin' in other areas recently, but he himself didn't seem to object!"

Now Joaquin knew who it was, the famous New York underworld king Jin Bing, but from the current point of view, he seemed to have just started, and it was more in line with his own recruiting interests.

"Where is his gang stationed?"

"The Golden Bar on XX Street in Manhattan."

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Joaquin blinked and blinked: "He's a gangster in Manhattan alone, and he came to your Brooklyn area to collect protection money?"

Worthy grinned bitterly: "If you don't give it, you can't do it. We have already killed more than a dozen small bosses in our area. There is a gang leader who is also a Gamma-level mutant, and he has broken his whole body. Who do you think dares to object?"

"Emma~"

The latter opened the suitcase, took out a stack of beautiful knives and threw them on the table. Joaquin got up and tidied his clothes: "The money is shared with the other bosses in this area who belong to us. As for the income from the bar, forget it. You can share it with the younger brother below. By the way, keep an eye out for me to see if there are any mutants who have recently awakened."

He paused for a moment and couldn't care less about the poor income. If this area wanted to make money, they had to go to D. They were all locals anyway, so no matter how many deaths they had, it was none of his business.

There is no need for him to check the small gangs in other areas. After Jin Bin is settled, there will naturally be someone who can take charge of these unspeakable matters.

So he kicked the accelerator and drove directly to the bar where Jin Bin was located in Manhattan. The white elites in New York and many wealthy children who could come here to consume were naturally much more than the income of a night in a broken bar in Brooklyn.

Through telepathy, Emma quickly identified Jin Bing's location, controlled a thug, and led the two to the office door above the bar. Several thugs with their stuff in their arms were about to step forward to stop them, but Emma gave a hint and stood there without moving.

Joaquin smiled and unscrewed the handle and led Emma into the office. The two people sitting on the sofa turned their heads and looked over, and then the strong man sitting inside frowned: "Who are you?"

He was wearing a specially made oversize suit, which looked like tights on him. His neck was almost thicker than Emma's plump thighs. His appearance was a bit rough, and his eyes couldn't hide the tyranny.

Emma's voice was the first to ring out in the quiet office: "Director Mike, is it not good for you to come here this late at night? If the media finds out that you, a messenger of justice, have colluded with gang leaders, will you still be in a safe position?"

"You~you~"

Although the middle-aged man stammered a bit, his right hand was groping for the back of his waist. Joaquin raised his right hand and hooked his fingers, and the pistol at his waist flew into Joaquin's hand. He played with the gun in his hand. Looking at the surprised two people, he pulled the trigger with his right hand against his left palm: "Bang~"

The bullet did not penetrate his palm, but stayed in the palm of his left palm. With a wave of his left hand, the bullet shot into the wall above their heads: "Du~"

"Guru~"

Joaquin stepped forward and patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder: "This Chief Mike, go out first, I have something to talk to Wilson, it seems a bit inconvenient for you to be here."

The middle-aged man took the gun from Joaquin, got up and left the office. After Emma closed the door, she went to the wine cabinet and took another bottle of whiskey and two wine glasses. Then she returned to sit next to Joaquin and looked at Wilson with his fists clenched. His right hand turned into an extremely hard diamond in his widening eyes, and his sharp fingertips spun around the mouth of the bottle: "Squeak~~~"

"Boom~"

He opened the neck of the bottle and poured the wine, handed a glass to Joaquin, and took a sip from the glass himself. A pair of big blue eyes scanned Wilson's body back and forth, and Joaquin snapped his fingers: "Open the box."

"click~ka~"

The open box was full of stacks of Franklins. Joaquin touched these beautiful knives: "There are more than 80 here, which were originally rewarded to my ineffective subordinates, but when I went to Brooklyn to check the accounts just now, Worthy told me, did you go to collect protection money from him?"

"Yes, sir."

Wilson didn't quibble, he knew that there were telepaths on the side, and he couldn't tolerate him telling lies. Joaquin smiled with satisfaction: "How much money do you make a month now?"

Without waiting for Wilson to speak, he continued to ask: "I mean, after deducting the expenses you gave to your subordinates, the bribes you gave Mike, and the rent and drinks of your place, how much can you earn after deducting all of these?"

After pondering for a long time, Wilson looked at the piles of beautiful knives: "About thirty thousand, sir."

"Just for the [-] dollars, you need to fight to the death, and you have to greet those useless JCs with a smile on your face, and the enemies are everywhere. Is it worth it?"

"Shu~"

Joaquin, who was originally sitting opposite Wilson, sat next to him in an instant, making Wilson's hairs stand on end. Joaquin looked at the hairs on his neck, and the corner of his mouth slightly curled up: "Follow me, I can give you everything you want, power, money, beauties, even princesses from countries in the European Union, I can get you here, I only have one request."

His mouth moved to Wilson's ear: "Allegiance to me!"

After he finished speaking, he gave way to the side, and the pen and folder that were originally on the desk flew to the coffee table. He wrote down a series of numbers: "Write down the number, and give me an answer within three days. If you don't want to, these dollars will be sent to the New York General Department. Let's say it is a donation from the Four Seas Group to the police station. Don't think about swallowing my dollars."