I Am the Big Boss Behind the Scenes in Marvel

Chapter 66 Site

Stark Industries’ stock affects many people.

But it did not affect everyone.

The underground world of New York, with the end of martial law by the CIA and FBI.

The vacuum of power left by the Shouhehui has made most of the gangs ready to move.

In New York, a city where heaven and hell coexist, there are dozens of gangsters with large file sizes.

The small one occupies one or two streets, sells flour, and collects protection fees.

The big one is like the Golden Union, occupying most of the territory of New York, and is known as the emperor of the underworld.

The power of the Shouhehuihui is not small, otherwise Jin would not choose to cooperate with them.

The destruction of the Shouhehui is like the death of a beast on the grassland, and a large group of scavengers are waiting to devour its flesh and blood.

At night, pedestrians are scarce, and occasionally a few cars slowly pass by.

The lights of a few buildings were slightly reflected, but the shimmering light made the night look deeper and darker.

Several luxurious black Honda vans drove slowly across the street,

A small man watched the car passing by, made a few unexplained cold snorts, and threw away his Cuban cigar.

He rode the motorcycle on the side, turned on the accelerator, and followed behind a few vans, not much slower.

At a distance of more than ten meters, a pair of sharp eyes stared at the red turn signal behind the car.

The car passed the door of a bar, and the dim red light from the door could vaguely distinguish the person’s face in a flash.

Messy short hair, a centipede scar on his face.

A pair of eyes revealing fierce eyes.

Several vans gradually penetrated a street in Brooklyn, and then stopped at a corner.

A dozen big men got out of the car while cursing, openly carrying the M11 mini submachine gun in their hands, and they didn’t mind that someone might notice them.

A tramp who was tightly tucked away on the side of the street wittily wrapped himself in the tattered blanket and closed his eyes tightly.

A big guy slowly walked towards him, put his submachine gun into his pants pocket behind his butt, **************^^^*He was happy beside the tramp** ****stand up.

After a few last raps, he said loudly to the homeless man: “Bastard, today is really bad weather, isn’t it my **** smells good? Fuck you, you are really a bastard.”

Several big guys not far away laughed loudly. The guy randomly took out a few banknotes from his pocket and threw them on the tramp, saying loudly:

“I am in a good mood today. I will reward you with a little money. Next time, stay away. Don’t walk around here. Go away, now.”

The tramp quickly picked up the banknotes, picked up all his belongings, and slipped along the eaves.

Feng Yuxiu stopped the motorcycle and slowly disappeared into a dark corner on the side of the road, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, quietly looking at the group of big men twenty meters away.

The dark night could not affect Feng Yuxiu’s sight in the slightest.

In addition to the drivers, there are a total of 27 people with weapons in each hand. The targets of these people are the nightclubs and bars on these two streets.

These people are the notorious Mexigo gang. Most of these flour madmen are composed of Mexigo descent, and many of them smuggled over from Mexigo.

The leader is Luther, and everyone in the underground world in New York knows that he is the younger brother of the boss of a flour group in Mexigo.

Cruel and cruel.

The sites on these two streets originally belonged to the Shouhehui, but later the Shouhehui was taken over by the federal government.

These two streets were occupied by the nearby Goose Country Gang.

Luther was already jealous of the gangs of hands. He couldn’t provoke the gangs before. Now he bullies the Goose Country gang, he still dares.

This time Luther struggled with more than twenty gunmen.

………

Feng Yuxiu leaned against the wall, smoking a cigar, listening to the crackling gunfire from the nightclub.

He smoked only one-third of his cigar, and several black Buick commercial vehicles were parked beside him.

More than a dozen savvy gunmen got out of the car, each holding an assault rifle, charging slightly.

“Wait, wait until I finish smoking this cigar!”

Feng Yuxiu smoked his cigar in a hurry and waited until his cigar was finished.

The gunfire in the nightclub also stopped.

“go!”

Feng Yuxiu shook his windbreaker and drew a short knife behind his waist with his backhand.

………

Taking advantage of the opportunity for the Mexigo gang to attack the Russian gang, Hongmen’s forces came to fight with a snipe and clam. The fisherman benefited and directly killed the Mexigo gang and the Goose country gang in one go.

Occupy their territory and use it as a stronghold to expand their territory wildly,

The gray business in the nearby areas is all in his hands.

The current Hongmen is not very interested in Xiasanmen’s business, but the gray income is not just what ordinary people think.

As far as Tang Jinyan knows, Hongmen’s business also involves arms and smuggling, especially the smuggling business, which can bring Hongmen more than one billion yuan in revenue every year.

…

New York’s geographical location and economy make many people in Hongmen very eye-catching, but they can’t stand the power of the Golden Union, and the Shouhehui will be a hindrance.

Hongmen’s business has never really entered New York.

This time after Tang Jinyan told Situ Lei the news, all he sent out were the elites of Hong Sect.

Tigers eat meat even when they are old.

………

Hongmen’s gunmen attacked everywhere and killed the boss of a few blocks.

Just when everyone felt that Hongmen was rising too quickly,

The people of Hongmen suddenly stopped and began to stabilize their territory. *