I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

Brooklyn.

A speed car race takes place.

On a closed road.

The accelerators of the two cars roared, the engines rotated, and the wheels rubbed against the ground, leaving black tire marks.

One of the modified muscle cars had blue flames spraying from the rear, pushing the car to catch up with the car in front.

Roman looked through the rearview mirror and saw the muscle car chasing after him, and his eyes fell on the console.

"Okay, baby, let me see what you're capable of."

What a surprise.

Roman didn't expect that this car looked like a business luxury car, but turned out to be modified.

The roaring engine revs up when a switch is pressed, lowering the body.

More than a little faster.

Roman showed his big white teeth and pressed a button.

The muscle car that was about to arrive behind me could only watch the commercial vehicle go away quickly.

Roman cheered, taking his hands off the wheel and raising his hands in cheers.

As the luxury cars crossed the line, the people watching the race went crazy.

These street racing cars can always stimulate more adrenaline than those racing cars on the regular track.

The luxury car swerved and stopped in front of a bikini beauty. Roman opened the car door and walked out with a smile on his face.

The tall beauty with healthy wheat-colored skin leaned against the car door and raised her eyebrows.

"You drive really well."

Roman said coquettishly: "I can do it faster."

He looked around and said, "It's a pity that no one here can put me under pressure."

"Really?" The beauty took out a paper card from the huge place that made people nosebleed, and said charmingly, "Then are you interested in challenging something more exciting?"

Roman took the card, put it under his nose and took a deep breath.

With a hint of fragrance, he showed an expression of obsession.

He opened it and took a look, "Death Race?"

Place…….

Hell's Kitchen?

Roman's heart skipped a beat, but in front of the beautiful woman, he remained calm and put the card away.

"Death car, I'm interested."

He smiled, approached the beauty, and put his arms around her waist.

"But I have something better, do you want to try it?"

The beauty glanced at Roman and laughed without meaning.

"I prefer people who can be fast."

She pushed Roman's chest away and turned to leave.

Roman spread his hands on the spot and said in shock: "Am I not fast enough?"

"You have to prove yourself."

For men, women's provocations are often very effective.

Roman said dissatisfied: "Please - okay, I will participate, I will participate in that death speed car!"

Just after winning a game, Roman's self-confidence was at its peak.

He took the prize money from the organizer and stuffed it into his pocket, opened the door and invited: "Come on, beauty."

The beauty stretched out her hand and said with a smile, "Call me Sophia."

"Sophia." Roman smiled so hard that he couldn't see his eyes.

He had completely forgotten who the real owner of this car was.

Who wouldn't want to kiss such a hot beauty?

But he didn't see the cunningness of a successful conspiracy flashing in Sophia's eyes.

Death ride.

Since it is death, naturally it will not be that simple.

Blood is the adrenaline rush of happiness.

After closing the car door, the luxury car that was supposed to go home headed to Hell's Kitchen.

...

Ferdinand was terrified all the way.

He only hoped that his brother had finished the race and sent the car back intact.

Others don't know, but he knows what kind of person the big guy behind him is.

The hand that was pierced last time is still aching.

The pickup truck drove all the way into Brooklyn.

Mrs. Pearce, Ferdinand's mother, was cursing.

Both her sons ran away at night.

As a vain mother, she is most satisfied with the success of her son.

But not listening to her own words and leaving an old mother at home also made her a little angry.

The doorbell rang.

She put down the remote control and went to open the door with a series of raps in her mouth.

"Ferdinand, where have you been, you bad boy?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she didn't see Ferdinand's winking plea at all.

"Your brother Roman hasn't come back either. He called just now to go to Hell's Kitchen to compete. What a worrying little brat!"

"I worked so hard to raise you, not to leave your mother behind and go out and be happy on your own!"

"If you bring back a whore, I swear, I will spread your ass open with a slipper!"

After a series of shelling, Ferdinand finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Mom!" He interrupted his mother, "Let me introduce you."

"This is my boss, Mr. John Wick." His words finally made Mrs. Pierce react.

"This is Attorney Fudge Nelson."

Hearing the lawyer, the fear of cultural people engraved in her bones made Mrs. Pierce stutter.

"L-Lawyer?"

She thought of her second son driving away a million-dollar luxury car, "Roman was just confused for a moment."

"Mom, mom!" Ferdinand said, asking his mother to quiet down. "Let my boss go in."

Mrs. Pierce panicked. She had no idea.

Listening to her son's words, she stepped aside and invited the two inside.

Describe this place in one sentence.

Not to mention dirty, but it has nothing to do with spaciousness and wealth.

A garage is filled with wrenches and other tools, as well as parts from the car, and some wheels that were moved from other places.

Some are new, but their origins are a question.

"That belongs to Ferdinand and his brother." Mrs. Pierce said, but was interrupted by Ferdinand, "Mom!"

Mrs. Pierce fell silent.

John didn't care about it. He glanced at it and said, "Is your brother going to Hell's Kitchen?"

"Roman said he had a game called Death Race," Mrs. Pierce said.

She was completely panicked and couldn't figure out whether to ask herself or Ferdinand.

"Death Speeder?" Fudge said. "That's an illegal race."

"Oh no, it's not the Death Racer." Mrs. Pierce immediately changed her tune when she heard it was illegal.

But it has no effect anymore.

John looked at Fudge and asked, "What is that?"

Fudge hesitated, but he still chose to be honest with his employer.

"It's not a good place. It's an illegal competition organized by a group of Russians in Hell's Kitchen. The prize money is very high, but basically no one can get it."

"Because this game is full of blood."

Seeing that Mrs. Pierce was about to faint, Fudge continued: "In Hell and Heaven, there is a betting market for Death Racer, but now this business is in another bar."

"It seems that my car is in danger now." John narrowed his eyes and sneered, "I thought it would be a simple race."

Ferdinand, like his mother, was sweating profusely.

Roman looked like a wreck.

"Let's go and take Fudge home."

John didn't sit down either. He walked out of the door and smiled at Fudge: "Maybe we can meet Matt."

"Matt?" Fudge was stunned, walked over and smiled, "I hope he's not in the arms of some woman."

woman?

If there is no female killer, it probably won't happen.

...

Hell's Kitchen.

Matt returned home to tend to his wounds.

When he was young, he treated the wounds of his boxer father, and when he grew up, he treated his own wounds.

His senses are keen, and he can clearly feel the extent of his wounds by brushing his fingers over them, and he can know the severity of his injuries by feeling.

That car accident brought him not only disaster, but also these extraordinary benefits.

Even though he was dealing with wounds, Matt still didn't give up on his work.

His ears were always alert to the sounds coming from Hell's Kitchen.

shield.

This was the first thing he understood after learning from Gunsou.

The complicated sounds are enough to burst his head, and he needs to learn to investigate.

Remove those unwanted sounds.

Fine, finer.

Going to the back, he heard a cry for help.

It was a boy and he was kidnapped.

The kidnappers beat his father.

Matt worked quickly to tend to the wound.

In this regard, he does not need to be too precise.

He sutured the wound and put on his mask.

Daredevil from Hell's Kitchen appears again at night.

...

Pickup trucks are always a little out of style.

John sat in the car and said speechlessly: "Can't you just change to another car?"

"Ahem, boss, I haven't paid my salary this month yet."

Ferdinand also has difficulties. He has an old mother at home.

He has some of the bad habits of his complexion, such as spending a lot of money.

The money from selling the gold was used by him to show off in front of his younger brother.

The biggest investment is buying myself a luxury suit.

He now keeps that suit in his closet every day.

"I wouldn't mind talking to you about these things when the car is back."

As soon as John saw Ferdinand asking for a salary, he looked directly outside.

"Where is that bar?"

"On the street in front," Fudge rubbed his hands, "That's for members only. Sorry, do we really want to go?"

Fudge didn't want to go, so John chuckled: "As a lawyer, don't you think these gray areas are a good experience?"

"I think as a lawyer, going to a place like this is more likely to cause trouble."

Fudge laughed twice.

His law firm has litigated many lawsuits for poor people, and in Hell's Kitchen, many of the targets of those lawsuits were operators of illegal businesses.

The pickup truck was parked on the streets of Hell's Kitchen.

There was a cold crowd in front of a bar, and in front of a door with a curved cobra sign, neon lights reflected red lights.

This is the symbol of the Hell's Kitchen gang, the Viper.

There is a similar image to this logo in Hell's Kitchen, which is printed on the packaging of contraband.

John walked over there.

Fudge and Ferdinand followed him.

"I think we don't have to go in alone." Ferdinand kept nagging, "It's not a wise choice to put yourself in danger, boss."

"Then you want to go in alone?" John shut up Ferdinand with one sentence.

Let him go in alone, it is better to kill him.

Standing at the door, John opened the door.

He walked in with great swagger.

This door leads to an underground passage.

On the other side of the passage, four people wearing floral shirts turned their heads and glanced at a few people.

John's hand came out of his pocket, holding a bundle of bills.

"Who can help me qualify for entry?"

The moment the banknotes appeared, the atmosphere was quiet for a few seconds.

Fudge took a deep breath.

Such a super powerful employer.

It’s so endearing.

...