Transforming American comics starts with a leap of faith

Chapter 14 Without you, it is very important to me

Jin Bin's words filled with electric voice revealed unconcealable anger.

"How dare you! Just appear in front of me!"

Su Ge pretended to look around, and asked in confusion: "Aren't you looking for me? Why are you not happy about my kind intentions?"

A group of gang leaders had fierce expressions, and they were about to draw their guns while gritting their back molars.

"Hey friends, relax." Su Ge quickly stepped back and turned around on the spot: "I don't have any weapons, why are you so nervous!"

"I came here to... talk, everyone is a villain, maybe there is something in common."

Noticing that Jin Bin seemed to acquiesce, everyone put away their guys.

As if no one else was around, he moved a chair, and Su Ge acted like a master, calling the group of gangsters to sit down.

After taking his seat, Su Ge lowered his head slightly and glanced at the crowd jokingly.

"You want to know, is that [werewolf] related to me? That's right, that's what I did. It's a gift for this big bald man."

Jin Bin had calmed down at this time, and he knew in his heart that the other party dared to appear here, so he must be prepared.

"What is your purpose?"

"Well... Actually, there is no special purpose. I just think that your appearance...is boring, so I want to have some fun for you."

"boring?"

"Yeah! I think you guys are boring."

Su Ge nodded at the scarred face.

"This man, he is obviously a human trafficker and a smuggler, but he patrols the port every day, gives lectures to his younger brother, and hides under the covers secretly counting money when he returns home at night."

Su Ge pointed to the man with the eyes again: "This person is even more ridiculous, a pimp. He actually wants to rely on money and politicians' scandals to get into the upper echelons."

In the surprised and angry eyes of the two, Su Ge pointed at the tattooed man again.

"This... is not bad, at least it's purely bad."

Su Ge leaned on the chair, shaking his right hand, with a casual expression: "Do you know what you look like? Villains and gangsters? No, no, no."

"You are more like a group of well-ordered... social animals."

He shook his head in disgust, the anger and coldness in his tone made the group of gangsters shudder.

"This ridiculous order makes me sick."

"You lunatic!" The Jewish elite asked urgently, "What do you want?"

With a "bang" gunshot, the Jew was shot in the forehead, and slowly fell down with an unbelievable expression.

The powerful revolver in Su Ge's hand was smoking: "The most disgusting thing is you."

Everyone pointed their guns at him, only the tattooed man made a hollow in his waist.

Su Ge smiled and threw the revolver to him, appreciating: "It feels good."

"What is this?" Jin Bing said solemnly, "Declare war with me?"

"Are you making me laugh with this strange look of yours? Kang Mang, the war has already begun."

Su Ge's eyes skipped over a group of black gun muzzles, staring at Jin Bin on the opposite side of the long table, as if making a solemn promise: "I want to destroy this disgusting empire."

"kill him!"

A series of gunshots passed by, but Su Ge's seat was already empty.

Scarface suddenly covered his throat, blood flowed from between his fingers, and he fell limp to the ground.

The slaughter began.

Amidst their wailing, Su Ge stood at the end.

Ignoring the tearful begging of the man with glasses, Su Ge kicked his jaw and turned to look at the tattooed man leaning against the corner with his stomach injured.

At some point, this man lit a cigar and stuffed it in his mouth. While puffing, his face was full of death.

"What's the matter? Don't you try to resist?"

The tattooed man raised his hand to shoot, but was easily avoided by the opponent, so he fired five more shots, and he took down the cigar from his mouth with a dejected expression.

He asked, "You won't kill me?"

At this moment, only he and the clown could breathe in the conference room.

He felt that the other party's eyes were very strange, as if he wanted to see through him, which made the tattooed man a little uncomfortable.

In fact, he has already accepted the fate of death, but now this posture... always feels that things are not that simple.

"Is it weird? Seriously, I don't really like killing people."

Su Ge squatted down and looked at the tattooed man: "You're not bad, are you interested in joining us?"

The tattooed man glanced at the scattered corpses on the ground, and said calmly: "I have no reason to refuse, is there?"

"Aha, smart choice, so tell me now, you like shotguns?"

……

Some time later, on the other side of the world.

Jin Bing threw the satellite phone to the ground, clenched his steel fists, and let out an irritable roar.

It was early morning in America, but it was just noon in Afghanistan.

The scorching sun of West Asia scorched his skin, and Jin Bu felt that there was no part of his body that was not angry from the inside out.

Jin took a deep breath for a long time, and forced himself to calm down.

For what has happened, incompetence and rage can't change any problems. The most urgent thing is to solve the immediate matter and rush back to take charge of the overall situation as soon as possible.

He is far from the hopeless situation of losing everything.

After adjusting his tie, Jin adjusted his condition to the best.

What he wants to meet today is a big man, even in Jin Bin's eyes, the other party is a real big man.

According to legend, this big man is the descendant of the empire that almost unified Europe and Asia, but he always felt that this matter was suspected of putting money on his face.

But no matter from which point of view it is evaluated, Mandarin, the mastermind of terrorist activities in Central Asia, is an absolute ruthless person.

Guided by a group of miscellaneous soldiers, he passed through a similar palace, and finally met the boss of the Ten Rings Gang.

As in the rumors, Mandalin has a Mongolian-style face, with a protruding forehead and a clear face. He is a very energetic old man.

He sat on his throne, with his hands crossed, rings of various colors shining brightly in the sun.

"Hello, Mr. Mandarin."

Jin Bing stroked his chest with his right hand, bowed his waist to salute.

Mandarin nodded, but did not return the salute, and said lightly:
"I know you, Wilson Fisk, also known as Kimpin"

"It is my pleasure, Mr. Mandarin."

"Well, what's the matter with you?"

Jin Bing walked to the front of Mandarin's actions, and said in a calm tone, "On behalf of my friend, I'm here to discuss something with you, about Tony Stark."

"Oh, I remembered." Mandarin suddenly realized, as if he really just remembered: "That playboy, you want me to kill him?"

Touching the ring on his index finger, Mandarin said slowly: "What good do I have?"

"You can have the sincere thanks of the future emperor of Stark Industries, Obadiah Stanislav."

Mandarin smiled slightly: "What's the use of that thing if I want it?"

"...Stanley promises that in future transactions, he can give up 5 points of profit."

"Hahaha." Mandarin laughed loudly: "It's so old-fashioned, Americans always think that money can solve everything."

Jin Bing frowned, feeling that the mandarin didn't follow the routine and didn't even pay back the price.

"Then what do you want?"

Mandarin stood up, stepped down from the throne, and looked at Jin Bin from a close distance.

His figure is actually a bit taller than Jin Bin...

"I think you can understand, Wilson, wealth and gunpowder have never been my real pursuit. What I want more is to expand my territory."

"What do you mean?"

"Tell Obadiah Stanislav that he wants me to do the dirty work to help him win Stark Industries, not only to give up ten points in future transactions, but also to bring my people into America...you should understand I mean."

Jin's face was dark.

This man wants to extend his tentacles to the mainland of America...

"This condition is too harsh, and Stanley will not agree."

The corners of his mouth curled into a cold arc, and Mandarin said in a soft voice: "No, my friend, I know his kind of people too well. For money, they will sell anything."

Mandarin stared at Jin Bin with magical eyes, and whispered like a demon from his mouth.

"You should also know that he didn't really contribute to your troubles at all."

"But I'm different. After Stanley compromises, my people will help you catch that annoying flea and let him shed the last drop of blood in front of you."

"think about it?"

(End of this chapter)