Zombie Daoist in Marvel

It is not difficult to tell from the bald man's posture that this man has a lot of street fighting experience.

Although Han Qi and the Iron Corpses were still some distance away from him, he was already ready to fight.On the streets of slums, fighting, stabbing and being stabbed are normal. A qualified gangster should be ready to fight at any time.

The switchblade is basically a must-have weapon for every street gangster and gang member. Many more people die from switchblades in the United States every year than from guns!

With a thought in Han Qi's mind, the iron corpse closest to the bald man immediately cracked the cement under his feet, and he slapped the bald man away, causing the wall to crack.

The other gangster watching the door was also shocked.

Smelling the bald man's blood, the five iron corpses were ready to move. They had not drank blood for the first time since they became zombies.

Han Qi had no intention of letting them suck blood. Zombies not only suck blood, but also suck people's essence and spirit. The more people they suck, the more powerful they become.

However, the zombie Taoist priest will not let his corpse suck blood. At most, he will find some livestock blood to feed.

"Fake!"

Another gangster growled, rushed forward with a quick step, pointed the switchblade in his hand at the iron corpse's kidney, and stabbed it.

It can be seen from this stab that he has done this kind of thing many times before, and the whole movement is done in one go and he moves very quickly and agilely.Even a professionally trained police officer is bound to be stabbed without adequate precautions.

If he was stabbed in the kidney, he would be severely disabled even if he didn't die.

The level of cruelty surprised Han Qi. Although he had been born for two generations, this was the first time he encountered this kind of situation.This was no ordinary street fight, but a real killing.

Before, he thought it would be too much to let Iron Corpse beat people, but now he feels that it is not too much at all, because they all do it.

The switchblade stabbed the iron corpse, and sparks flew out, making the gangster almost think he was performing a kidney attack on a large iron block.

Then he was kicked away by the iron corpse, smashed the door, and flew inside. It seemed that he heard a lot of collisions.

There was still smoke inside, so Han Qi fanned it with his hand.

"These guys are actually having fun in there."

The Black Swan Bar is one of the few shops in the Sixth District that stays open until early in the morning.

Because the actual controller of the Black Swan Bar is one of the leaders of the Stanton Gang - Aldrich Grismujoia.The Sixth District is the traditional sphere of influence of the Stanton Gang, so no one has ever dared to cause trouble in the Black Swan Bar.

The Black Swan also became a gathering place for drunken gamblers and drug addicts from around Sixth Street.

At the corner of the second floor of the Black Swan Bar, there is a specially guarded room.This room is where the leaders of the Stanton Gang from Sixth Street gather.Generally speaking, accounting and distribution of hacao are carried out in this room.

Today is the day when new hacao needs to be distributed in the Sixth District, and the leaders of the Stanton Gang, big and small, have gathered here.

The younger brothers were rarely having fun, and Aldrich Grismujoa allowed them to relax. After all, the Sixth Street was one of their Stanton Gang's territories, and no one dared to act arrogant here.

"We have something new this time, a full 40 pounds of methamphetamine."

Grismjoa said with a smile.

The table in front of me was covered with forty packets of methamphetamine.

"Grismujoa, you are crazy, we agreed to only do the grass business!"

The other little boss was shocked.

The reason why the Stanton Gang is safe and sound until now is because they are sensible and only sell some grass in the gray fringe area.

The major states in the United States have different laws regarding haregrass, so it is difficult to convict if caught. Especially in a country where the sentence can be reduced as long as a fine is paid, it is easier to get involved.

They are very satisfied with their current life. They can eat fried chicken, beer, pizza and play with women every day, and they still have enough money to spend.

But methamphetamine is different. This thing can be used to impose sentences.

"The Stanton Gang needs to develop, this is what the boss means..."

Grismujoia said in a deep voice that the Stanton Gang has now reached its limit. The ambitious and middle-aged Stanton Gang boss was naturally unwilling to stop like this, so he took the opportunity to join the largest group in New York City. One of the gangsters helps each other sell these cute little ice cubes.

These 40 pounds (about 40 kilograms) of ice are worth more than 11 US dollars, close to 75 US dollars (about [-] RMB).

And the Stanton Gang can get [-]% of the profits!

"If we succeed, the other party will have more than 4000 pounds of methamphetamine, more than 1000 pounds of cocaine, and more than 100 pounds of heroin waiting for us, and this is just one urban area of ​​New York City. If we become bigger, there will be more It can be sold to other cities or even other states!”

Grismjoa's voice was slightly excited.

"Wait, more than 4000 pounds of methamphetamine? I remember that the US Drug Enforcement Agency (DEA) just arrested a group of people recently and seized more than 4000 pounds of methamphetamine..."

A leader thought of something.

"Yes, this is the opponent's ability. The batch of methamphetamines just seized has been "destroyed". In fact, it is just a left-hand transfer to the right hand."

Grismujoa's words gave these leaders great confidence. Even DEA people could be bribed, so there was nothing to worry about.

As a result, there was a sudden noise below, which was so noisy that it even affected the leaders of the Stanton Gang who were preparing to compete for the share of methamphetamine.

"What's the matter, Grismjoa, this is your territory, isn't it? Could someone break in?"

The other leaders said in disbelief.

"That's nonsense, go down and take a look."

Grismujoa frowned and said to the gunman next to him.

Even if someone really comes to make trouble, these guys with guns can be enough to deal with it. After all, they are the marksmen that Grismujoya spent a lot of money to train and let them go to the training ground to fire hundreds of rounds of bullets every day to practice their marksmanship.

"Got it, boss."

Several gunmen put their guns in easy reach and walked away.

The gunman who went down to the first floor immediately saw the Stanton Gang's boys all over the floor, as well as five men wearing black suits and large sunglasses. Finally, Han Qi was sitting on the sofa looking directly at them.

"Where's the boss of your Stanton Gang?"

Han Qi asked.

The gunmen immediately knew that this was the real person causing the trouble, but being able to bring down so many people also made them dare not be careless and draw their guns one after another.