When I transform into Marvel, I also want to be the overlord

So many things happened in his own territory, which made all his subordinates panic. Frank had no choice but to decide to return to New York early.

Although on the phone, he told his confidant Jimmy that he would fly back to New York in the early morning and asked Jimmy to start gathering the brothers at 12 o'clock. But how could Frank, who is cunning and cunning by nature, be so careless at such a critical moment?

Who knows if Jimmy betrayed him and took refuge in that bastard Wilson. You must know that Wilson's power is several times stronger than his own on the surface, and secretly he has joined forces with a terrible hand. It is possible that Jimmy was either coerced or bribed.

Even if Jimmy is loyal to him, there is no guarantee that some of his younger brothers have become Wilson's people. If they knew their details, they would leak their information to Wilson Fisk

Frank himself was not the boss when he debuted. He also followed others when he was young. Later, the boss was inexplicably killed by his opponent. Others don't understand the truth, so why doesn't he, the instigator, not understand it?

The truth is that the flight, route, and time he gave Jimmy were all wrong at 0:00 a.m., and he had already flown to Philadelphia overnight. It took another two hours to take a bus from Philadelphia to the Hudson Yards, where he met and appeased a group of cronies in person, thus stabilizing people's hearts and keeping his base.

At the same time, he also discussed with a group of younger brothers to let everyone gather at the Frank Building five hours in advance, that is, at 5 o'clock tonight, so that even if there are some changes, he can calmly deal with it.

After the arrangements were made, Frank took a nap, had a big meal, took a bath, and changed into new clothes in his safe house. At a quarter past six, he drove alone to his hometown in high spirits.

Unexpectedly, before leaving the dock area, he was hit by a broken patrol motorcycle at the intersection of West 4th Street and Hudson River Avenue. The limited edition Rolls-Royce Phantom that cost US$0 was scratched on the tail paint less than 2 months after I bought it.

Frank, who had just relaxed, was about to have sex again.

In fact, young patrolman George Stacey felt even more unlucky that he had run across the district to check the crime scene at 4 or 5 a.m. a few days ago. After all, he had made a meritorious service, right?

However, there was no promotion or salary increase as expected, only a few words of verbal praise from the superiors. If that's all, young George can accept it. After all, he can be regarded as Jian Zai Di Xin, leaving his name with the Inspector General.

But the superior of the patrol department was unhappy. He was criticized because he was supposed to be patrolling the Hudson Yards area that day. When he received the notice from the police station, he was hiding in a small bar drinking, so he directly arranged for Xinguadanzi George to check for him.

In the end, this major case became such a sensation that the chief executive personally intervened. His own affairs were exposed and he was severely criticized by his superiors.

As a result, George Stacey's patrol car was replaced by a broken motorcycle, and the security patrolman became a traffic patrolman.

George used to work the night shift and was considered a member of the Immortal Cultivation Party. He was still patrolling Manhattan at 4 or 5 in the morning. Now that I have become a traffic patrol officer, I have to work during the day.

It's only been a few days, and the jet lag hasn't even settled yet. I was so sleepy at the moment that I accidentally scratched someone's luxury car.

George Stacey woke up from his sleep and looked at the license plate. Damn, it turned out to be a Rolls-Royce Phantom.

I was breaking out in a cold sweat right now, lamenting that the money I had just saved in the past few months and planned to use for my wedding was afraid that I would not be able to keep it.

Over here, Frank the Bloody Rose stood blankly in front of his car and said nothing when he saw the patrolman who scratched him. He was so angry that he opened the door directly, walked up to the little patrol officer, and gave him a slap in the face.

"You are so blind that you dare to hit my car."

George was stunned when he was kicked and flew to the street. When he saw the face of the person who kicked him, he almost peed. I actually hit the car of a New York gangster named Frank Gardes. Even the New York Police Chief didn't dare to provoke him easily. Why am I so unlucky?

Ignoring the pain in my abdomen at the moment, I got up and wanted to go over and apologize. After all, it was indeed my fault first.

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