The Godfather of American Comics

"Ding!"

The phone rang, and Martin quickly took out his phone and looked at the bank's news. He grinned.

"Mr. Hunter is as generous as ever."

He whispered, his tense body relaxed, and he collapsed on the bed, feeling that his whole body became light and airy.

He was originally worried about what he would do if Mr. Hunter failed and was caught and told about him, but now...

"Snapped!"

He slapped his face hard.

"You're worthless. You even doubted Mr. Hunter. He saved my life."

Taking a breath, he rubbed his face and smiled.

It seemed that Mr. Hunter was stronger than he thought.

He, Martin, hugged a thigh.

……

"boom!"

With the sound of a gunshot, a bloody hole appeared on the forehead of a Russian mafia, and the body shook twice and fell to the ground.

"Trash, so many people were robbed by one person!"

Vladimir cursed angrily and slammed his pistol on the table.

He has a strong build and fierce eyes. His short, light blond hair stands on end, like a beast with explosive hair.

Seeing this, several mafia members who went to trade together breathed a sigh of relief.

"You said it was done by a ghost? Is he the one who has been haunting Hell's Kitchen recently and has been stealing money?"

Anatoly, who had brown hair, a thin face, and was wearing a suit and ties, said lightly, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"Yes."

Recalling the figure that flashed by and sliced ​​their car apart easily, the man with a strong, bear-like figure shook unconsciously.

Vladimir kicked the man: "It's really disgusting to see you."

It was so embarrassing that a grown man was so frightened that he shivered.

"Could it be the Hand..."

"No, it's not worth it."

Anatoly glanced at the man who spoke: "The Hand wants to continue to cooperate with us and help them find those strange materials."

Vladimir said angrily: "Fake! We must find that ghost!"

Although 1000 million is a lot, it is not a large amount for them. The main reason is that their Russian mafia cannot afford to lose this person!

Why don't ghosts join forces?Just rob them?Do you think they are weaker than the Hand?How can they get along with this?

Do other people think they are easy to bully and have any evil intentions towards them?

Will the cooperation with the Hand also be affected?

Anatoly nodded and said solemnly: "Find that ghost and kill him!"

After a pause, he said: "Spread the news. Whoever kills the ghost will own the 1000 million that the ghost stole. And we will add another 1000 million. As long as you provide us with reliable information, we will get a reward of 100 million!"

Hearing this, his men were shocked and their eyes were full of fire.

Anatole waved to his men expressionlessly: "Go."

After his men left, Vladimir, who was originally furious, instantly calmed down and asked in a low voice: "Is it necessary?

Anatoly said faintly: "Hell's Kitchen is the cruelest place. As long as you show a little bit of fatigue and weakness, those cruel beasts staring at us will eat us up."

Vladimir smiled cruelly: "Then kill all those who are staring at us."

Thinking of the complex forces in Hell's Kitchen, Anatole rubbed his forehead with a headache and said, "But not now."

……

In the early morning, Weller was awakened by a breathless cry.

Before his eyes opened, he rolled over and got out of bed, picked up the milk bottle placed aside, prepared the milk powder skillfully, and stuffed the pacifier into Hope's mouth.

The crying stopped abruptly.

Putting the bottle into the little guy's hand, Weller rubbed his face vigorously and walked into the bathroom.

Weller quickly took care of his personal hygiene and changed his clothes. Little Hope also finished drinking the milk.

After washing the little guy's face and putting on a beautiful pink kitten outfit, Weller carried the little guy and walked out the door.

I have to make a doctor's appointment for the little guy today. I want to check the little guy's health and get vaccinated by the way.

Because the little one grows so fast, Weller pays great attention to the little one's health, but he only goes to each doctor once.

"Want to take the kids out?"

When Weller closed the door, a honest voice sounded behind Weller, and the neighbor who lived opposite him just walked out.

"Sam."

Weller said hello.

Sam is a black policeman and a very enthusiastic person. According to the neighbors, Sam is not a bad person.

Weiler lived here for a month and interacted with him several times.

"Where to go? I'm just about to go to work, maybe we can drop by."

Sam shook the key in his hand, his face full of enthusiasm.

"No need." Weller smiled and said, "It's not far, we'll be there soon."

Sam nodded and walked out of the apartment building while chatting with Weller.

"Goodbye, sweet little one."

Sam made a face at little Hope.

Little Hope curled her lips, looking like she was about to cry out of fear.

Sam smiled awkwardly, nodded to Weller, and walked towards the police car parked on the side of the road.

As soon as he turned around, the enthusiasm and smile on his face disappeared instantly.

"Yeah!"

Little Hope shouted twice at Sam's back and waved his fist twice.

"Little thing, are you trying to scare people?"

Weller pinched the little guy's nose lovingly.

Little Hope tilted her head in confusion, chuckled, and buried her face in Weller's neck.

Weller touched little Hope's head, called a taxi, and rushed to the destination.

As soon as he got in the car, Weller received a text message.

It was from Martin.

Kill me? 1000 million bonus?

Weller raised his eyebrows and whispered: "I'm even moved."

After replying a message to Martin, Weller suddenly said in a cold voice: "Man, if you dare to go too far, I will stuff your head into your ass."

Damn it, just by looking down at the news, the taxi driver had something wrong.

The middle-aged driver smiled, as if nothing had happened, and drove back to the original road.

Weller snorted coldly.

Sure enough, in Hell's Kitchen, if you want to find fairness, you can only go to Courtyard J.

Half an hour later, Weller took Hope to a private hospital in Manhattan. Little Hope had fallen into Weller's arms due to the bumpy journey, breathing evenly.

"You are so lucky. Dr. Cullen is leaving this hospital tomorrow and you are his last patients."

"He is the best doctor in the hospital. Unfortunately, he only visits on cloudy days. Today happens to be a cloudy day. Otherwise, your appointment will be transferred to another doctor."

The nurse introduced Weller in a low voice while leading the way. When she talked about Dr. Karen, her expression was full of regret and pity.

Weller nodded calmly.

This has nothing to do with him, he just came to check on little Hope.