i'm in marvel fifty fifty

The army logistics personnel looked at the can shells on the ground speechlessly.

Duke ate the food of hundreds of people by himself, and he didn't even eat anything. It was not known whether he could hold up or not.

This time, an agent from SHIELD came to pick up Duke, but Coulson was not seen.

However, Duke expressed his understanding. Coulson is very busy. As the only novice mentor and the timeline benchmark for the entire Marvel world, he should be dealing with various superpower events now.

Masked kids in tights flying around in the streets, Black Ironhead, a master of Eastern kung fu performing on the streets, a motorcycle rider wearing only a Pique coat, and so on.

The more examples Duke gave, the more he felt that his gang was in a very dangerous position, which made him feel a little homesick. These superheroes all like to fight crime and gangs, and now the second largest gang in New York is his Duke. Gang.

The largest one is Kingpin's criminal group. Duke only gained a foothold in New York City by tearing a hole in Kingpin's hands.

Speaking of which, I have to thank the Punisher, because Mr. Frank has been insisting on attacking the Kingpin boss over the years, and has been traveling around the world, causing a lot of trouble to the Kingpin Group and creating many opportunities for Duke.

After getting off the plane, Duke rushed back to his company. When he got out of the taxi, Duke took off the sunglasses on his face to make his bulging eyes more obvious.

The company's door has been demolished, and the sturdy security guys are gone. There are cigarette butts and dust everywhere. When Duke walks in, all the valuable things in the company have been moved away, including the two trees at the door. The welcoming pines were all taken away by the pots, leaving two circles that were cleaner than the surrounding ground.

"Well..." Duke's cell phone was knocked out while rescuing Stark. With no way to contact Bob and Neil, he continued walking inside and found the seal thrown on the ground.

"The U.S. Tax Service...God..." Duke couldn't help but want to contact Colson and promised to help me look after the company. That's how he looked at it.

Duke suspected that if he came later, the building might be auctioned by the court.

A batch of guns was seized before Duke left, and the guns were returned after paying some money because Duke had legal gun trafficking documents.

But somehow the tax bureau found out about this, and they wanted to investigate Duke's tax evasion. Duke thought it was a small matter, but now it seems that it's not a small matter...

No wonder people say there are only two things that are inevitable in America: death and taxes.

Duke looked at one or two bullet holes in the door. People from the tax bureau would not shoot, and even if the court enforced it, there would be no guns involved. The bullet holes looked like those small workers that the underground forces liked very much. Square firearms.

It seems that black and white cooperated to raid his home.

Duke touched the bullet holes and pondered for a long time.

The top priority now is to find a phone number to contact Colson and Bob to find out what happened during his absence.

Duke walked out of the company and found a nearby public phone booth. He took out a few coins from his pocket and weighed them.

This seems to be Duke's entire property now. Frank even paid for the taxi before.

Duke doesn't have the habit of using credit cards. He only has an account in the company for daily expenses, but the company's account should have been frozen now. There is no habit of mobile payment here. If there is one, Duke's mobile phone is also lost. .

Now Duke stood in the phone booth looking quite desperate. After a moment of hesitation, Duke inserted a coin into the coin slot.

He was afraid of poverty, and after finally becoming rich and then becoming poor again, Duke was reluctant to part with these coins.

“喂，谁”

"It's me, Bob, where are you now?"

"Boss, that's great. Boss, I knew you would come back when you came back. I'm at home in the Lower East Side. I'll find you wherever you are, boss."

Duke said: "Just stay at home and don't move. I know where it is. I'll go find you. My phone bill doesn't cost much. We'll talk about it when we get there."

"Good boss."

Duke hung up the phone. Now he seemed to have no money to take a taxi, so he could only walk... But Duke looked up and saw a gangster-looking man walking into a convenience store nearby, holding a baseball in his hand. stick.

"What a blessing from God." Duke followed.

There was an old white lady in the convenience store. The weather was getting colder. The old lady was knitting a sweater behind the counter. The baseball boy put the baseball on the cashier and said, "Old guy, it's time to pay the protection fee."

The old lady raised her head, shrank her hand holding the knitting stick, and said with some fear: "I have already paid three protection fees, even though I only had to pay one before."

"Old guy, times have changed and Duke is finished. Now this area belongs to our Crocodile Gang. Pay the money quickly, or this will be your fate." The baseball boy slapped the counter and used a baseball bat again. He swept down a small shelf next to the counter and inadvertently exposed a small tattoo under his neck. He turned around and pointed a baseball bat at the old lady.

The old lady was very scared. She put down the sweater in her hand and opened the drawer tremblingly, "How many do you need?"

The young man was about to reach out and grab the coins, and then he felt someone pinched the back of his neck.

Who is holding the back of my fate?

He struggled like an angry cat, "No one should mind your own business."

The baseball boy swung the stick at Duke with his backhand. Duke reached out to grab the baseball bat and kicked the stick boy away. The boy failed to grasp the baseball bat and was kicked out, knocking down several shelves and toppling over. The cargo buried the stick boy underneath.

"Do you know who we are? Don't meddle in other people's business, otherwise you will regret it." The young man's only exposed hand was still pointing.

Duke threw away the baseball bat in his hand and asked him, "You don't know me?"

"Why should I know you"

"You were still saying that I was dead just now, oh no, the actual words were that I was finished."

The baseball boy poked his head out of a pile of plastic bags, his face full of astonishment, "Duke, you are Duke."

"Looks like you know me."

"I know... No, I don't know you. I've heard of you. You are really Duke. Are you dead?"

Duke stopped answering and stretched out his hand: "Give me your cell phone."

The baseball boy didn't know what Duke was going to do, but he was a little scared. The legendary Duke was a murderer without blinking an eye, so he took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket and threw it to Duke. This era is still semi-intelligent, and cell phones are generally very resistant to beatings. The guy fell down and the phone was still intact.

"What do you want to do Duke? Your gang is finished. Now this whole area belongs to the Alligator Gang." The baseball boy was a little bit horny and his buttocks squirmed backwards on the ground.

After moving twice, he suddenly figured it out and turned over to kneel on the ground.

"No, I'm sorry, Boss Duke, I went too far. Boss Duke, are you coming back? I can lead the way for you. I apologize for my behavior just now..."

Duke made a phone call, "Hello, police? I have a criminal who robbed the city. Yes, I caught him. Come here quickly. The location is here at Duke Logistics."

After making the call, Duke put the phone into his pocket.

"Oh no, boss, you are a gangster. How can you call the police?" Duke threw the baseball bat directly on his head. The young man fell to the ground and the convenience store finally became quiet.

"Great Duke, you're finally back. I thought you were dead." The old lady was finally able to speak.

"How could I die?" Duke smiled, "But I don't have the money to compensate you for your losses now. You can pay less protection fee next month. If something like this happens, it's our lack of protection."

"Are you coming back? It's been really chaotic here these days. I heard someone shooting in the middle of the night, which kept me from sleeping all night..."

"Don't worry, don't worry, but I still need to do something now. Do you have any change? Give me some first."

"Of course, are these enough?"

"That's enough, remember to discount next month's protection fee."

Protection fees were one of Duke's most stable incomes before, more stable than self-operated bars, KTVs and bathing towns. Because Duke is averse to chaos, few people make trouble in his sphere of influence. These businesses also Don't want to offend Duke.

Moreover, Duke has to abide by the rules than the previous gangs here. He only needs to hand in once a month. After handing in, if other gangsters come to cause trouble, Duke will send someone to deal with it. Both parties will benefit, so these Merchants will pay protection fees on time.

Now that Duke has left, the area has become chaotic again, and the merchants all miss Duke.