Transforming American comics starts with a leap of faith

Chapter 15 A Gift for Catherine
"Babylon has fallen, fallen!"

Su Ge looked at the flames burning around Hell's Kitchen, the sound of explosions, frequent gunshots, and the piercing screeching of sirens in his ears.

He shouted loudly: "It has become the residence of the devil! Hahahaha!"

Looks very happy.

A strong and heavy voice sounded behind him: "Apocalypse Chapter 18, verse two."

Su Ge turned around and looked at the tattooed man in surprise.

"You are actually a believer?"

The tattooed man grinned at the corner of his mouth and exhaled a puff of smoke, thinking: It would be even more outrageous for someone like you who can read the Bible.

He didn't answer, but continued to chant: "... your punishment will come in a short while... the light must not shine among you again."

Su Ge looked at the tattooed man who chanted the bible and killed madly, showing a satisfied expression.

His purpose today is not only to make a spoonful of Jin Bin's high-level executives, but also to turn Hell's Kitchen into his own back garden. All gang members who disobey him will not see the sun of tomorrow.

After Jin Bin came back, he would probably have to go to Chicago or Boston to be his "emperor of crime".

He frowned and thought for a while, then asked the tattooed man, "What's your name?"

"...Valery, Valery..."

"Okay, okay, needless to say." Su Ge waved his hand: "What do you think... the name Graves?"

At this time, the tattooed man was wearing a dark windbreaker with a coquettish red lining inside, and he was smoking a cigar, full of gangster taste.

But the most eye-catching thing is the exaggerated shotgun in his hand.

In fact, it is probably not a problem to say that it is a shotgun.

His "boom" shot smashed a diehard Jin Bin into pieces, and the strong recoil made him tremble.

As he loaded the bullet, he said:
"I feel great."

Indeed, as he said, Valery had never been so happy.

Previously under Jin Bing, he was in charge of the arms business, and he himself has always been keen on collecting powerful firearms.

It can be said that it is his unswerving hobby to blast the enemy into slag amidst the explosion of gunpowder.

Just charge this gun, and the old and new masters will not lose money.

What's more, he also felt that this strange shotgun attracted something in his body, and it seemed that it was about to break out of the cocoon.

He said, "I'll be called Graves from now on, the outlaw!"

Su Ge laughed with satisfaction.

He had been planning for a long time on this day, and the gangsters here were bewitched, won over, and threatened with the [Werewolf] incident.

There are not many true loyalists in Hell's Kitchen.

This once feared evil star, exhausted under Su Ge's repeated harassment, is no longer the most terrifying big devil in the hearts of this group of gangsters.

The old empire is crumbling and a new criminal order has been established.

From now on, the king of this sinful land will be the clown, or "Mr.J" as he is respected.

Walking to the end of the long street, the surroundings of Hell's Kitchen have gradually become quiet.

Looking at the brightly lit Manhattan and Brooklyn in the distance.Su Ge asked in a low voice without looking back: "Graves, the last verse of Chapter 18 of the Apocalypse."

"The blood of the prophets and the saints, and of all the slain on earth, was seen in this city."

……

Catherine knocked on the office door.

"Editor, are you looking for me?"

"Hmm." The editor-in-chief wearing glasses personally helped her open the seat, and poured a cup of coffee after she sat down.

Seeing this set of actions, Catherine knew that this old bastard must be holding back something bad.

"There's no other reason for calling you here." The editor-in-chief smiled friendlyly: "There was a riot in Hell's Kitchen last night, you have heard."

After testing the temperature of the coffee, Catherine replied, "Of course I heard about it."

In fact, last night half of New York was kept awake by the sound of gunshots and explosions that rang out across the city in Hell's Kitchen.

The editor-in-chief's statement is complete nonsense.

Catherine didn't like to go round and round, she asked directly: "Does this matter have anything to do with me?"

The editor-in-chief smiled awkwardly, as if hesitating on how to speak.

"Actually... There is a saying that the clown planned this incident, and he is now the new owner of Hell's Kitchen."

Catherine understood what the editor-in-chief meant.

Sighing, she said, "Don't tell me, you want me to interview that lunatic."

"It's not like you don't know that the previous issue sold the highest sales volume ever, and the public is tired of Tony Stark and Norman Osborn."

"But he is the editor-in-chief of criminals. Time Magazine can hunt for novelties, but it should not go further and further on the road of novelty hunting."

The editor-in-chief looked helpless: "I know, I know, I don't want the clown to be on the cover again, I just think that setting up a column for him is good for sales."

He persuaded with a smile: "You are the only one who has interviewed him exclusively. When this column starts, you must take the lead."

Catherine shook her head persistently: "If possible, I don't want to see that lunatic at all."

She didn't give the other party another chance to persuade her, so she got up and went out.

"In fact, I can't reach him at all."

Back in her office, Catherine threw herself on the swivel chair, clutched her forehead, and sighed dejectedly.

She hasn't been having a good time lately.

In the past few days after the issue of Joker was released, because of the unexpectedly enthusiastic response, her internal status in the magazine has improved a bit.

But this interview is so special... Rumors and weird words about this matter can be said to be rampant.

"Wow, Catherine is really a vegetarian for the news!"

"It's not once or twice, she can climb so fast without relying on this? Hmph..."

with a snap.

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Catherine took a deep breath, although she really wanted to go out and scold those two bitches, but she knew that doing so would be useless.

The further you go up in the Big Apple, the more you can feel the city's xenophobia, the inexplicable arrogance of the locals, and their ubiquitous hostility.

These people don't care how hard she works, and they don't take her excellence and ability seriously.

As if a Texas country girl was meant to die on a ranch, and everything she could achieve in the Big Apple had come from the wrong side.

Clean up, Catherine told herself, she shouldn't be overwhelmed by these things.

Once again working until ten o'clock, Catherine left the company with deep exhaustion.

After returning home, she turned on all the lights, and after making sure that she was alone, she walked into the bathroom with peace of mind.

This period was the most relaxing time for her. The flowing water slid over her graceful body, taking away not only the dust and dirt, but also her exhaustion.

But tonight was destined to be a restless night for her.

When she walked out of the bathroom, she saw a suitcase appearing in the living room for no reason.

There is also a poker card attached to it, which reads crookedly:

"Mr. J sends you hello."

Trembling, Catherine found her clothes and took out her cell phone.

Someone had approached him before, claiming to be a government employee. Those mysterious people said that if the clown contacts her again, he must call them anytime and anywhere.

Catherine didn't trust those people very much, but she had no choice.

(End of this chapter)