Chapter 1307 Weird Boss
New York, West Shore of Manhattan Island.
Bordering the bustling Eighth Avenue to the east and the Hudson River to the west, a rectangular area is divided by 5 from north to south.
It is surrounded by high-rise buildings with bright neon lights, and in the middle of the commercial streets where rich people gather, there is an entire city, known as the most chaotic, darkest, and poorest area.
It's called...Hell's Kitchen.
It is hard to imagine that in such a prosperous metropolis, there is still such a shadow hidden.
Every night, evil comes here.
On the streets filled with chaos and disorder, the only hope that can keep you alive is not the police who claim to be righteous and talk about freedom, but it depends on which gang you turn to.
Because here, what the gangsters say is more effective than the so-called law and the police.
The premise is that you can afford the expensive protection fee.
If you can't afford the protection fee, then I have to say sorry to you. Maybe there will be an extra body on the streets tomorrow morning.
But you don’t have to worry.
At least the gangsters still have some moral integrity. They will regularly pay cleaning crews to take your body away and throw it in an unknown garbage dump or in the Hudson River.
The night is getting late, and the moon is obscured by hazy clouds.
The lights on the street flickered on and off, and the circuits that had not been maintained for many years exploded into sparks in the dark night.
Sizzling...sizzling...
Accompanied by the sizzling sound caused by the current leakage, dozens of dark cars approached in the night on the distant street, as if they were ghosts in the night, their headlights illuminating the street.
Those young people who were hiding in dark corners and doing stupid things, with pale faces and weak faces, fled away in fright, fearing that they would be caught if they ran too slowly.
Because someone has already recognized it.
The license plates of those cars all belong to the Fisker Group!
In Hell's Kitchen, everyone remembers one thing, that is, they must not anger the boss of Fisker Group, otherwise he will not escape death even if he goes to the White House in Washington.
The man named Fisk is the emperor of the underground gang in New York and even the United States. He dominates this chaotic and disorderly darkness and is the undisputed overlord.
But some people did not choose to escape.
There are always some people who are overcome by curiosity and want to see why the famous Fisker Group appears here.
"Perhaps, we can use this information to exchange for some spiritual food with other gangs."
This is what they think.
squeak!
All the cars were parked on the street as if they had been arranged.
Immediately afterwards, the car doors were opened one after another, and a group of people wearing black suits, with uniform movements and strong physical fitness, coupled with the indifferent faces, exuded the aura of keeping away from strangers, no doubt everyone was capable of fighting.
Moreover, their waists and abdomens were bulging, and they were obviously wearing guns.
Then, one of the strong men came to a clearly modified Rolls-Royce and opened the door respectfully.
A bald man in a suit, who was two meters tall and extremely large, looking like a big fat man, like a little giant, stooped down and walked out of the Rolls-Royce.
That's...Kingpin!
The moment they saw the man, these people realized that something might be going on with them.
Because that man is the underworld emperor.
Wilson Grant Wesker!
Of course, people prefer to call him another nickname - Kingpin!
Kingpin adjusted the collar of his suit and glanced around casually with his tiger-like eyes: "Get rid of them, I don't want to be disturbed."
Those who stayed and watched immediately regretted why they had not left just now.
Bang bang bang...
There was a burst of chaotic gunfire, mixed with screams.
After a while, the street returned to silence, and there was no sound except for the pools of blood on the ground, describing what had just happened.
"Stay here and don't follow me."
Through the car window, Kingpin double-checked that the tie was not skewed and that the collar and cuffs were straight, and then he said to his men.
Those tough thugs in suits surprisingly did not object to this proposal.
As an insider who knows the truth.
One thing they knew deeply was that their boss, Kingpin, was more powerful than all of them put together.
Under that large suit that seemed about to burst, there were not lumps of fat and fat, but explosive strength and muscles that reached the limits of human beings.
Kingpin strode toward the edge of the street.
It was located at a dark corner, with some garbage thrown around, and a smell. It was only one and a half people wide and about two meters high, with a tattered facade.
Outside this dilapidated facade, there was a wooden sign picked up from nowhere, with four words written on it: Equivalent Exchange.
The handwriting is carved and the pen is strong and powerful.
Even though it was written on a worn-out wooden plaque, it made Kingpin feel an invisible pressure. If he looked at it directly for a long time, his eyeballs would even feel stinging.
"Breathe...breathe..."
Kingpin took a deep breath and pushed open the door with his hand.
When the old and rotten wooden door was pushed open, it made a harsh noise of rotten wood, and a corridor with dim light bulbs came into his eyes.
Kingpin observed carefully, and after confirming that there was no problem, strode into the corridor.
The corridor is not too long and you can see the end at a glance.
There is still a door at the end, but it looks much newer and antique than the one outside. It is hollowed out and carved with complicated patterns, making it look a bit like an antique.
But alas, Kim doesn't like antiques.
Without hesitation, he pushed the door open and walked in. An unexpectedly large living room appeared in front of him.
The living room covers an area of at least a hundred square meters. The furnishings and decoration seem to be based on the style of the great oriental countries. Four maroon beams stand in the four directions.
On the left and right sides, there is a spiral staircase leading to the second floor.
Beside the door, there was a cute girl.
He has two ponytails, he is only about twelve or thirteen years old, and his height is less than Jin Bin's belly.
The girl was wearing a classic maid outfit. After glancing at him, she turned back to the mountains of books in the living room and shouted: "Sir, we have guests."
The words just fell.
But I saw a human head emerging from the mountain of books.
Immediately afterwards, the man walked out while scratching his head. He didn't look very old. He was only about 20 years old. He was wearing a strange style of clothing that Kingpin had never seen before. It felt a bit like the East. .
"Welcome to our store, Mr. Wilson Grant Fisk." The man came closer, looked him up and down, and said with a smile: "Adhering to the principle of equal exchange, what do you want to get?"