The Wizard of the World

"Taro, we have conquered most of the underworld in New York. Do we need to continue tonight?" Mark walked in from outside the room. When he saw the body on the ground, he couldn't help but frowned. Since he came here In New York, he found that Taro Sato's murderous intention was getting more and more serious.

This city is New York, not the base camp of the Sato family. Some unnecessary killings can be avoided if possible, but Sato Mikawa would rather poke a hole with one knife than let the leaders of these gangs live.

"Continue until we unify the entire New York underworld. I want to see how long that Kingpin can endure." Taro Sato kicked the body away, picked up a glass of Japanese sake on the table, drank it, turned and walked out of the room.

"Oh, it feels more and more wrong." Mark sighed secretly, picked up a sack and put the body in it. I'm afraid there will be another faceless corpse under the New York bridge tonight. .

……

When Tony was hiding at home to develop his own armor, he didn't know that New York had ushered in an enemy who had already spied on Stark Industries.

As a plane landed at the New York airport, the Mandarin in a suit walked out. He looked at the night view of New York and said lightly: "This city is very good, and it will soon belong to me."

The American citizens who passed by him couldn't help but look at him as if they were mentally ill. They wondered if there was something wrong with this long-haired yellow man's brain. Otherwise, how could he say such a thing? Thinking of being so close to a madman. , everyone left one after another, not daring to stay within ten meters of the Mandarin anymore.

"Sir, we have already inquired about the whereabouts of the ring. It is in the hands of a Japanese man named Taro Sato." Mingyue, one of the Mandarin's two young followers, said.

"Where is the Japanese man now?"

"In New York, he relied on the power of the ring to create a gang that now controls most of the New York gang."

The Mandarin touched the empty ring finger of his right hand and said instead: "Children who leave home must eventually return to the arms of their families. It has been more than 60 years since the cutting beam left me. It's time to find it back and take me to find it." That Japanese guy.”

"As ordered." Mingyue nodded, called a taxi and drove the Mandarin towards Taro Sato's gang lair.

……

The Eagle Eye Bar is a very famous entertainment venue. There used to be a store called the Black Rose Nightclub at this address. However, with the outbreak of World War III, the Hellfire Nightclub closed and the store was directly sold. Gave it to someone else.

The owner of the Eagle Eye Bar is named Clinton Barton. Everyone knows that he is an excellent dart thrower and marksman. Therefore, no gangster has ever dared to come and disturb the bar in the bar he opened. Compared with his close combat ability, Barton is also strong enough to compete with several ordinary people.

"Shhhhhhhh." Leaning on the bar, Barton wiped a tall glass with a piece of silk cloth. I don't know what happened today. There were very few people coming to drink. Only four or five people came to the bar so far. It actually made Barton feel a lot more relaxed.

boom!

Someone kicked the bar door open from the outside, and a group of strong men wearing leather jackets poured in from the door. Barton frowned and looked at these people.

His intuition was that these guys were definitely not here to drink.

"Who is the boss here?" Mark yelled. Following his call, the few remaining guests in the bar immediately left in a panic, forgetting to pay for the drinks. Barton's brows couldn't help but frown deeper.

"Then it looks like it's you." Mark glanced at Barton, the only one who still dared to stay in the tavern, and walked towards him.

"What's the matter?" Barton gently placed the goblet on the counter and asked.

"This neighborhood used to be managed by the Golden Skull Gang, but now they have been replaced by our Sakura Gang. I heard that your store never pays management fees. I came here to say hello. Our Sakura Gang is not like the Golden Skull Gang. For being such a nice guy, we have to pay the management fee, which is US$[-] a month. When are you going to give it to us?" Mark said harshly, knocking on the bar.

"Management fee?" Barton raised an eyebrow. Ever since he opened the Eagle Eye Bar, he has never paid any management fee. Not to mention the Sakura Gang who appeared out of nowhere, even the Golden Skull Gang. He couldn't be made to spit out a penny.

"Yes, if I don't hand you over, this store doesn't need to continue to open in this neighborhood." Mark picked up the goblet that Barton had wiped, then threw it to the ground and crushed it with his foot.Barton couldn't help but his eyelids twitched when he saw this scene. This was his most beloved glass.

"Listen up, I won't pay any protection money, and..." Barton punched suddenly. The punch was so fast that Mark couldn't react and was hit directly in the head. Several pills fell out in an instant. teeth.

"And you shouldn't touch my things." Barton then hit Mark on the back of the neck with a knife, knocking him unconscious.

"Come on!" When the men brought over by Mark saw that Barton had knocked out their boss, they couldn't stand it anymore. Everyone picked up the chairs and bottles in the bar and threw them at Barton. Barton couldn't bear it anymore. My eyelids jumped several times, this is all money.

"Everyone, put it down!" Without any intention of fighting with them, Barton directly took out a shotgun from under the bar and pointed it at these big men, shouting: "Everyone, stop it!"

Seeing that Barton actually had a gun, these people immediately froze on the spot, and luckily put the items in their hands gently on the ground. They did not dare to move, for fear of making Barton unhappy, so they just rushed over. Their behavior tonight Even if he is shot and injured, he will not get sympathy from the police. After all, not every gang has as strong a backing as the Golden Skull Gang.

"Which of the current gangsters is still making money like you? How can you seize the management rights of this neighborhood from the Golden Skull Gang?" Barton said with a disdainful smile. The gangsters who make money by collecting management fees are definitely not big ones. Gangs, such as the Golden Skull Gang, have long invested their energy in various more profitable projects, such as arms, drugs, smuggling, and human organ trafficking.

The people Mark brought didn't dare to say a word and could only stand there in great embarrassment. Fortunately, Barton had no intention of getting into any more entanglements with them, so he pointed the muzzle of his shotgun at Mark who was lying on the ground. Said: "Go away quickly, take this person away by the way, don't let me see you in this neighborhood again."

"Yes, yes, yes." A group of people nodded repeatedly, lifted up the unconscious Mark and ran outside the Eagle Eye Bar. After a while, he was gone without a trace.

At this time, a taxi quietly came to Bell Street, the hometown of the Sakura Gang.