The Great Winter Soldier

It was a sunny day, and the streets of New York were bustling with people. People were following their own trajectories, running for survival, some for life, and some for greater goals.

The ordinary people who are like little ants downstairs may never come into contact with this level. Standing on the tall buildings on the bustling streets, several groups of people are gathering here on the huge rooftop covered by glass and feeling the temperature is suitable.

A short old Chinese lady is holding a walking stick. Her wrinkled old face makes people look uncomfortable. Her small eyes, thin lips and upturned corners can easily make people think of "bitter and mean". This type of solidified impression.

At this time, she was looking calm, watering the flowers and plants on the rooftop. Among the flowers and green grass, the faces of several young people were not very good.

These people seemed to be showing what a hodgepodge of ethnic groups is, a black man, three white men, a yellow man and this old Chinese lady. If it is broken down into nationality and breed, it becomes even more complicated.

"The wolf is coming." The old Chinese lady stooped slightly, put down the watering can in her hand, pinched off a dead rhizome with her withered old hands, and said a sentence in Chinese.

The two Russians looked at each other, expressing that they did not understand Chinese, and looked at an old Caucasian man wearing glasses next to them.

The old man snorted and said in English: "Don't look at me. If you want to ask, you should also ask Mr. Xin. The two countries are very close to each other and have the same skin. Maybe they have a common language."

The Japanese man in suits and ties frowned at the old man and translated: "She said someone came to Hell's Kitchen."

The white-haired old man sneered and said sarcastically: "Oh, this is really a fact that I can't see clearly."

The old Chinese lady stopped for a moment, looked back and said, "Ignorance."

"I asked, why are you here? Finn Curry, didn't he go back to New York this morning?" The old man felt a little embarrassed and hurriedly looked at the black man beside him.

"My boss has a lot of things to do and doesn't have time to attend this kind of meeting." The black man spoke with a strong Irish accent. If it were on the street, pedestrians would be secretly surprised.

"Haha, we have time. Is it considered busy work to kill you and destroy your body and traces?" The Russian brother on the side spoke, his unique Russian English was very distinctive, and he looked at the black man with contempt.

The old Chinese lady sighed deeply, turned her head and glanced around her gang allies, and suddenly felt that except for the Japanese Nobu-kun, everyone else was already a corpse.

"You will never understand if you see the slightest thing." The old lady murmured in detail, with a unique old man's style, and asked, "Can't you see everything that happened in Hell's Kitchen recently? Don't tell me, you guys You don’t have your own spies. Leland, you are using your brain, explain it to them.”

"What on earth is she talking about? Don't you know how to speak English?" The white-haired old man named Leland was also very angry. He looked at the Chinese old lady and then at the Japanese man, and motioned for the other party to translate for him.

As a result, he was ignored and only heard Xinjun say: "This is the second time our transaction has failed in seven days. I also think this is not an accident. The volume of goods is small and we can afford it, but we cannot let the other party be so rampant." Go down."

"This is the most critical point. Tell me, have your informants in the police station and your brothers on the streets seen any suspicious people? Hell's Kitchen is our back garden. Have we ever felt any They are like a group of ghosts when the wind blows." Speaking of ghosts, Mrs. Huaxia gave Xinjun a meaningful look.

"We are a community of interests, and we will not do anything that harms the interests of the alliance." Xinjun's words were a little cryptic, and then his expression became more solemn.

Several teams standing at the top of New York were meeting in harmony, and the Irish gang leader who annoyed them by not coming to the meeting was also angry at this time. It seemed that this was the reason why he did not come to the meeting.

In a church, a very fat middle-aged man held a wine glass in his hand, raised it slightly, and said a prayer to a group of white brothers gathered in front of the coffin: "May your neighbors care about you, please." Stay away from you, angels will protect you, heaven will take you in.”

As the man spoke, he pointed his wine glass at the man in the coffin. At the same time, a group of Irish people with unkind expressions raised their wine glasses and drank the wine.

click

Almost instantly, everyone took out their firearms and aimed them at the church door like a flock of frightened birds.

"Relax, kids." came a strong Irish accent, and a tall man who looked slightly thin walked in.

"Fern." The fat man who presided over the ceremony said hello.

"I rushed back as soon as I heard the news." The man named Finn obviously had a high status in the Irish gang. He looked around casually, and a boy hurriedly poured him a glass of wine.

"Bad things will always happen." The fat man shook his head, "This is also part of our lives, sorry."

"Haha, my condolences." Fein raised the corners of his lips slightly, with a hint of sarcasm on his face. He came to the coffin with the lid open and gently pressed his hand on the forehead of the corpse. "I never thought that you would come first to me." One step away, but you insist on having your own way, you

I want to make a name for myself, but so what happens, kid?"

The faces of the group of Irish people behind him were a little ugly. They all knew that the young man in the coffin was Finn's son.

"You died worthless." Finn muttered to himself and drank the wine in one gulp.

"He's a good boy, Finn." The fat man came over and spoke to comfort him.

"But he is already dead." Finn walked to the table nearby and slowly filled another glass of wine.

"This is part of our lives, and death is also part of our career." The fat man continued.

Finn picked up the wine bottle and slammed it on the fat man's head. He picked up the bottle opener and pierced the fat man's eyes with the spiral tip. Suddenly, the fat man's screams echoed in the church. .

"what are you doing"

"Oh, my god."

"Stop it." All the Irish people were shocked, but perhaps due to their status or being frightened by Finn's majesty for a long time, they did not dare to step forward to stop him immediately.

Finn's originally plain expression turned ferocious at this time, and he stabbed the fat man in the eye with the corkscrew, inch by inch, until the corkscrew penetrated deeply into the fat man's eye socket. Take away the man's life completely.

The fat man struggled wildly, but unfortunately in vain. In the end, his head was pierced by the corkscrew, one eye widened, and he died completely. He is right. For them, who lick blood with their swords, death is really a part of life.

"Haha" Finn breathed heavily, hurriedly took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket, poured out a few pills at random, and stuffed them into his mouth.

The boy on the side hurriedly brought him a glass of wine. Finn sneered and put the wine and pills into his stomach.

"Hypocritical prayers provide useless comfort, shameless retreat, and then avoid what comes next." Finn pointed to the seven coffins in the church, and even rushed forward and kicked one of the coffins to the ground, revealing the body inside. After rolling down, the church suddenly fell into silence, and the younger brothers who had just been whispering did not dare to speak anymore.

"That damn man robbed us of 130 million U.S. dollars, killed my son, and made me lose 13 brothers." Finn kept breathing heavily, which was very different from his gentle appearance just now, "Then what about you? You can only pray and survive under the leadership of this fat pig. You have forgotten our glory and who we are. An ordinary pistol and scattered bullet casings will make you tremble. Forget those damn rules. Forgot The expensive suits you are wearing, I want you to return to the most primitive Ireland."

"Pick up your guns, bring your blood, we search street by street, there will always be someone who has seen the new faces of Hell's Kitchen, and there will always be clues left behind, in shops, hotels, bars, nightclubs, and even police stations. I'm going to fucking torture everyone in this city until they tell them the information I want."

“I want my money back, I want my career back, our glory and tradition back, and I want everyone to know that the Irish in Hell’s Kitchen will only entertain this city with blood. "Fern smashed the wine glass on the ground viciously and roared, "Then I will make the murderer kneel in front of me and beg, and kneel in front of my dead brothers to atone for his sins. Otherwise, you will be the next one to lie in the coffin."

"Yes"

"Yes."

"It should have been like this a long time ago." This bloody and inspiring speech made the whole church boil. A group of Irish people smashed the chops in their hands and shouted in agreement.

Finn turned around and kicked over another coffin, and the corpse rolled out. The empty coffin was displayed in front of everyone, seeming to tell this group of Irish people with practical actions that this empty coffin was the result of their cowardice.

I only heard Fenn ask angrily and loudly: "Do you understand?"

There was a loud response from the church. Finn wiped his nose fiercely. His business suffered a heavy blow yesterday. At that time, only a homeless man on the opposite street saw some scenes and said: There is very little information: a man, a black trench coat, a silver pistol.

The simple information given by the homeless man not only made Finn extremely angry, but also made all the gang members feel scared. After all, a man and a gun came and went without a trace, leaving only a place. With corpses and bullet casings, a killer of this level seems completely different from their ordinary criminal life.

And the murderer who was gritted by Finn and wanted to kill him quickly was standing silently in front of a stop sign with his hands in his pockets. He seemed to be waiting for a bus or someone. The bustling streets were very busy. It was noisy, and people bumped into him from time to time, but he stood there without any reaction, looking at a dilapidated apartment building in front of him with a distracted look.

His gaze has been fixed on the window of 204a. In his eyes, there seems to be a young face looking back at him silently. It is this apartment, this street, in that heavy rain, his parents His body lay limp here, leaving this world forever.

There was no bloodstain there now. Seeing the rotating wheels of the cars crushing over the place where the bodies once lay, Xia Tian pursed his lips and lowered his head silently.

Twelve years, in Chinese terms, is a cycle. Now, he's back here again. To be continued.