Marvel: The beginning is tied to the experimental platform

Joaquin and Emma left, and Wilson, who was like a mountain of meat, was left alone in the office, looking at the beautiful knife in the box in silence, the scene of his father's tragic death when he was young, the mother's crying and helplessness, and the helpless self was so unwilling.

"Wow~"

He got up abruptly, opened the door and chased after him. Finally, in the parking lot, he caught up with the two people who were about to get into the car. He walked in front of Joaquin with steady steps, looked at Joaquin, who was half a head shorter than himself, and lowered his head: "I am willing to serve you, Mr. Hua!"

"Then use the money in your office to recruit good players. Tomorrow night, more than 20 mutants will come to your bar. From now on, they and the small gangs behind them will all be merged under your command. Integrate New York's underground forces as soon as possible. Don't care about the casualties of those scumbags. I will greet you at the police station."

Watching the sports car roaring away, Wilson clenched his fists and turned back to the bar.

When the night fell again, a group of strong men slowly gathered outside the golden bar, and their exaggerated figures could not be covered by fleece leather jackets. These strong men all had one characteristic in common, that is, there was a layer of calluses on the tiger's mouth.

Pickup trucks also drove into the underground parking lot of the bar. The strong men who had surrounded the door followed the pickup trucks into the underground parking lot. Worthy jumped off a big pickup truck, and together with other mutants, came to Wilson.

"'Big Truck' Worthy, maybe Boss Wilson still has some impressions."

Wilson smiled and shook hands with him: "Of course I have an impression. Last year, your shoulder made my chest tight for a few minutes. I think it's still very good."

"Hehe~"

Worthy smiled awkwardly, and introduced his companions. Among these mutants, there were those who could spit out extremely corrosive saliva, those with half-baked regenerative abilities, those with extremely fast abilities, and even a few beast-types. In the eyes of ordinary people, these mutants may be very powerful, but in Wilson's view, they are just some miscellaneous fish.

The elite members of these gangs, that is, the strong men who came to the parking garage with the pickup trucks, brought mouthfuls of large black canvas bags from the trunks of the pickup trucks. After unzipping the zipper, it was Wilson who couldn't help but take a deep breath: "Gift crab~"

Worthy rubbed his nose with his index finger and lit a cigarette for himself: "The boss asked us to bring these over. He said that you should need these big guys to integrate New York, boss. There are two bags of grenades and six RPGs in that guy's car. There are also thirty rounds of ammunition, which is enough for us to show off, hehehe~"

While he was speaking, several strong men came to stand beside him carrying rocket launchers. Wilson took a machine gun from Worthy and pulled the bolt: "What are you waiting for? Let's take action, starting from Manhattan today!"

"Yo hoo~~~"

"Hahaha~"

"Yeah~ let them see how powerful we are!"

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While Wilson was on the move, Joaquin and Emma were also dressed in formal attire, and suddenly appeared at the door of Director JC's house. He rang the doorbell, and a middle-aged woman opened the door for them not long after: "Excuse me, who are you?"

"Mrs. Halls, my mother introduced you to me at a party at my house not long ago."

"You are Mr. Joaquin?"

The two warmly welcomed the two into the room. When they came to the living room, Director Lei Meng was watching the FNL game. Seeing the smiling Joaquin, he stood up and stretched out his right hand in a daze: "Haha~ Jin, why do you want to come to my house as a guest?"

"I have something to discuss with you."

Seeing Joaquin's eyes looking towards the kitchen, Raymond led the two into the study knowingly. Emma put the suitcase he was carrying on his desk, opened it and turned around.

Joaquin lit a cigarette for him: "Uncle Raymond has been in the director's seat for a while, right?"

Raymond ignored him, because he was fascinated by the scenery in front of him. There were not many things in the box, just a bearer passbook, two keys, and some gems and jewelry.

"Yeah, almost two years."

When he came back to his senses, he pressed the lid and puffed out the smoke ring: "If you have anything to say, just say it, are you still so polite with Uncle Lei Meng? Hahaha~"

Joaquin smiled: "Do you think it is better to have a New York full of gangs, or a New York after the gangs are unified?"

Raymond smoked in silence, staring at Joaquin for a long time: "Don't make too much noise, you know those reporters."

"Hahaha~ Don't worry, Uncle Raymond, for a month at most, the survival rate of the police officers under your patrol will at least double. When the time comes to face the city with the lowest crime rate in the United States, those reporters will only praise you for your good governance, right?"

He dusted off the cigarette ash: "There are 300 million deposits in this passbook, a sea view villa in Venice, and a newest yacht. Maybe you should take your aunt there for vacation after you are busy with work, shouldn't you?"

Raymond nodded with a smile: "Where are the other division chiefs?"

"Don't worry, Uncle Raymond, your two deputies are worth 200 million each, the district chiefs are 150 million each, and the district deputy chiefs are 100 million. They can definitely stop their mouths. When New York settles down, I will donate a dollar to the police station to improve the welfare of grassroots JCs."

Now there is nothing to say, he just needs to let his subordinates deal with the aftermath, the two smiled tacitly, and then chatted, during which Emma went out to help them bring coffee.
In five weeks, under Wilson's leadership, they almost plowed through the entire New York, and their staff has rapidly expanded from the original 300 to nearly 5000. In smaller bars or nightclubs, there are only a few people staying, and most of them are the bosses. They hired professional security, but gave Wilson [-]% of the profits every month in exchange for his asylum.

Indeed, as Joaquin said, after the labor pains, the crime rate in New York is only 30% of what it was before. As they consolidate their existing territory, the crime rate will gradually decrease.

Unlike Raymond sitting in his office and drinking coffee leisurely, in several cities around New York, the crime rate has increased significantly during this period. Many gangs who have withdrawn from New York have gone to the surrounding cities to grab territory. Their local police stations receive a large number of rescue calls every day, which makes those chiefs hate Raymond half to death.

The Ark Group, which belongs exclusively to Joaquin, also set up a sign on an inconspicuous building in Manhattan. Everything is just a simple situation, and the research in this building is only some medicines used to treat human diseases. The real base for researching genes is still in the construction stage, which requires a lot of time, and what Joaquin is most lacking now is time.