The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Kim looked sideways at Nick. "I came first," he said.

Nick's one-eyed glanced up and down at Kim Bin. "I don't fucking care."

"I came first." Jin Bing repeated.

"Again, I don't care."

"But what if I care?"

"If you don't want to send yourself to jail for that dirty pile of shit on your ass, you just shut the fuck up and get on the fuck's side so you don't wake up one day lying next to you There are hundreds of big blacks growing corn in Nebraska, staring at you with affection."

Nick finished the set in a low voice, and finally added: "Now, is my meaning clear enough?"

A black gangster threatening a white gangster would have been a fantasy half a century ago.

It seemed that two scaled palms sprang out of Jin Bin's eyes, strangling Nick's neck tightly, and just as he was about to make a move, the cell phone in the lining pocket of his suit suddenly rang.

He picked up the phone to answer.

"who?"

There was a faint burst of unwilling curses from the other end of the phone, "You guys are finished, you know?"

Jin Bing recognized this voice, it was his right-hand man, Bullseye, who was under control at this moment.

In order to make this meeting foolproof, he prepared hundreds of gunmen scattered all over the block, enough to fight a low-intensity modern war. This is to ensure that he can get out in time after the negotiation breaks down. They were all subdued, and the rest of the deployment can be imagined.

Nick smiled slightly, "You competed with me for food intake, and you thought you won, right?"

The raging anger in Jin Bing's eyes could melt the road even through the vitreous body, but he still squeezed out a smile and looked at Lin De who was aside, "Who will come first and who will come later should be judged by this young man."

Nick also stopped being aggressive, leaving the choice to Linde. Although neither of them said it clearly, Kim did not know that this was his only chance.

Lin De said very relaxedly: "Mr. Jin Bing came earlier and paid the money."

Nick added blankly: "He used the gold you conjured up, fingers torn from living people."

"I know." Linde took the finger out of his pocket and looked it up in the palm of his hand. He took a breath, and the finger returned from gold to flesh.

A rough and dark thumb, with fresh blood oozing from the section.

Neither Jin Bin nor Nick remained calm.

A severed finger is child's play to them. Nick had been on the battlefield of World War II, and the appearance of the human body being smashed into pieces by bombs was much more terrifying than this. Jin was not a gangster, and the lynching used could turn healthy people into bloody cripples.

Lin De threw the broken finger back into Jin Bin's hand.

The gangster subconsciously clutched his severed finger and smiled, "I apologize for Toby's recklessness. Starting today, no gang will come to harass your business again."

"Mr. Jin Bing, I heard that you control the underground world in New York, you can be called the king of crime, and I don't like dealing with villains."

"I have indeed committed many crimes, but this cannot be attributed to my evil. The emergence of gangsters can only prove the incompetence of the ruling class. People cannot survive by legitimate means and cannot gain dignity, which will breed crime." Jin Bing talked eloquently. . "I have seen the state of disorder in the underground world. Gangsters brazenly fought on the streets, hurting innocent people. It was not until my appearance that the chaos ended."

Nick twitched the corner of his mouth. He is a soldier and Jin is a bandit, so naturally he would not agree with the other party's statement.

Lin De also doesn't like Jin Bing's sophistry, the villain always has his own set of logic, "Stop it, tell me your purpose for coming to me."

"Of course, we can make friends."

Nick interrupted again, "Actually, you can't be friends."

Jin Bing suppressed his anger, "Why?"

"Because he's a good boy," Nick said earnestly, "and you're a complete villain."

"I make less than one-tenth of the mistakes of Congressmen. Less than one-hundredth of our Mr. President. Compared with these politicians, my soul is clean enough to meet God." King retorted.

Linde stopped the quarrel, "Mr. Jin Bin, you said you want to cooperate with me, but you actually want me to keep making gold, right?"

Jin Bian nodded, "That's right. Simply turning a stone into gold cannot make you gain power, but gold plus tens of thousands of accountants can make you the king of the world. At that time, you will no longer need to make money by selling fast food, You will have more power in this country than the White House."

Nick's expression was serious, matching his face as dark as the bottom of a pot, as if he was holding his fart hard.

Linde stared at Jin Bin, "I can see the wailing in your eyes, those debtors who were beaten to death by your fists, those children who were trafficked by you, those women who were controlled by you with drugs, go to Thousands of broken families. And your father who died on the street."

Jin Bing saw sweat on his forehead, "You can read minds?"

Linde's eyes turned silver, which meant that he was in Legilimency. He was reading Jin Bin's past. From the mind of this unusually strong character, he saw the degenerate scene of the city of New York.

Normal people should not step into this abyss. Linde could take it, but he couldn't take it.

"You have been a villain since you were a child, practicing social Darwinism, bullying the weak, and bowing to the strong. Now I urgently need a more offensive word to describe you than a beast."

Nick reminded from the side: "Madja Farke."

Linde laughed and nodded, "That's right, Mare Falk."

Finally, Jin Bin, who couldn't bear it any longer, suddenly burst into a rage, and punched Nick. Even though the King of Agents reacted quickly, he was still thrown backwards by the fist like a heavy cannon.

Then, like an angry brown bear, Jin Bin charged at Linde.

His swoop was dodged, and Linde looked weak, but his movements were very sensitive.

Jin Bin grinned and pressed forward step by step, "You are a goose that only lays golden eggs. Be obedient and cooperate with me, or I will blind your eyes, dig out your tongue, cut off your feet, and let you You can only eat by the rubber tube for the rest of your life. But don’t worry, I will keep your hand, as long as you can turn stones into gold, I will not let you die.”

Linde sighed, "A person with a normal mind should run away at this time, Mr. Jin Bing. But I can't blame you, Marvel's villains are all mentally retarded."

King wanted to hold Linde hostage, and he had a hundred ways to get out on the streets of New York.

"You're just an ignorant kid."

"Yeah, and I often do silly, silly things."

Lin De looked at Jin Bin, "Are you full just now, right?" He stretched out his finger, and Jin Bin suddenly leaned over and vomited uncontrollably, as if opening the gate to release the flood.

"I curse you, vomit and regurgitate."

In Jin Bin's horrified eyes, the flood on the ground rushed back into his mouth, unstoppably flowing down the esophagus and into the stomach.

"Wow!"

He couldn't help throwing up again, and then regurgitated again, so repeatedly, the vomit hit the lungs and trachea, causing suffocation immediately.

"No, don't! Stop! Hurry up!"

Jin Bin turned around and tried to escape, but Linde gave him a [Leg stiffness stopped dead], and he lay on the ground, beating his chest constantly, twitching all over his body, and quickly lost his strength.

The one-eyed Nick Fury on the side almost popped out of his eyes, "Mom, Fuck, if I mess with you in the future, remind me, I can kill myself."

Linde showed no pity for Jin Bin, who was drowning in vomit, and nodded to Nick, "We finally met. It seems that you have already figured out how to deal with me. Let me see what tricks you have."

Nick's scalp was numb, and he forced a smile, "Young man, are you interested in changing jobs?"