Hull's words made the big men present feel chill and goose bumps. Even though he knew that the man sitting in front of him was the godfather of Birmingham, he still dared to despise and humiliate the other party so much.

Such people are either crazy or fools.

The great men think that this person is a madman is more than 90%, but if what these madmen say is true, then... the enemy is even more terrifying and powerful than imagined.

Can they really deal with such enemies?

More than a dozen men began to feel uneasy, looking at each other, as if they wanted to discover something from their companions' gaze.

Finally, their eyes fell on the godfather, Scarlett.

The godfather was humiliated by the other party, but his face was as calm as the calm sea without a trace of ripples. "Come on," he suddenly said, stretching out his fingers and me, "Chop off all his fingers and me one by one, one by one."

The great men faithfully carried out his orders.

Hull's fingers were chopped off one by one. No matter how hideous, angry, or scolded him, it would be useless.

Scarlet looked at him calmly, roaring, and hysterical shouting, as if he was watching a little bug, without any movement. He had become accustomed to this little scene.

Soon, Hull's fingers left his body, blood flowed all over the floor, and the pungent smell of blood filled every inch of the room. No one frowned. This little blood was nothing to the person who was in a slut.

"A shot of hemostatic agent, don't let him die." Scarlett's confidant said.

A big man took out a box from his pocket unfriendly, took out a needle of hemostatic agent from it, stabbed it into the other party's arm, and slowly injected it.

The blood stopped quickly.

"Battleman, bastard, little hooligan, you guys who are ungrateful, will be the same as me in your fate in the future." Hull gritted his teeth and cursed everyone present.

Although he was in pain, he was not afraid at all, even though his clothes were already soaked with sweat tortured by the pain.

"He's a tough guy." Scarlett said with a little approval.

Hull sneered, his face pale and terrible, like an evil ghost, "Grandpa is more courageous than your younger brother. What kind of shameful means do you have? Even if you use it, Grandpa will not be afraid of you."

"I will give you my best and chop off his ten toes for me."

Hull's face turned pale, and the big men chopped off his ten toes despite his struggles and applied hemostatic agent.

During this period, Hull screamed heart-wrenchingly, but the sound insulation in the room was done well, and no one outside heard his roar.

Sweat soaked his clothes.

Blood and sweat mixed together and became very pungent.

Scarlett asked, "Now, do you have anything to say to me?"

“…”

Hull was so painful that he couldn't speak. His throat was hoarse. Hearing agent was not a painkiller. Every finger in his heart was chopped off, as if someone had cut his heart.

The pain is endless.

"Do you still have nothing to say to me?" Scarlett narrowed his eyes, and murderous aura appeared in his pupils.

"Get out." He said hoarsely.

"Take off his pants and cut his brother off inch by inch by inch by inch by inch by inch by inch by inch by inch by inch by inch by inch, and I want to see when he can be hard on his mouth."

Hull's face was so pale that it hurts even more. Kicking a foot in that place was more painful than chopping off a finger. If it was cut inch by inch, it would hurt to death halfway through.

When the big men held his hands, took off his pants, and pointed the sharp knife at his sponge body in the Buxiao Pavilion, Hull finally couldn't help but growl, "Stop, I said, stop me, I said, I tell you everything, I tell you everything!"

No matter how tough a man is, he must admit defeat when encountering such hooligan behavior.

"Very good." Scarlett waved his hand and his men stepped back.

Hull lay curly on the ground, glaring at him hatred, "What do you want to know," he asked.

"Who are you?"

"The Mafia of the United States."

"Why do you want to come to Birmingham to rob the bank?"

"The United States' ** has been unified, and the profits created are the same every year. We are not satisfied and are ready to unify the world's **. The city of Birmingham is our first step in conquering Great Britain."

As expected, Scarlett's face couldn't help but sank slightly.

He knew who the other party was.

"You are Jin Bing's people."

"Yes."

As long as he is a chaotic person, no one can ignore this guy. He is the king of the United States and the uncrowned king. Eighty percent of the crimes in the United States are related to him. No matter what crime it is, it cannot escape his influence.

In his eyes, the crime of ** is like a commodity, and can be bought and sold at will.

Compared to him, Scarlett, who unified Birmingham City, was like a third-rate gangster, unable to get on the table, and the two sides had no possibility of equal dialogue. This guy who had superheroes as his opponent could kill him at any time.

It's like pinching an ant to death.

He began to be frightened, angry, fearful, fearful, but at this moment, he still had a silent anger and a last glimmer of hope.

"Tell me where your people are." He asked the most critical question.

"Dare you kill them?" Hull smiled coldly, "They are Jin Bing's people."

"I don't care who they are. As long as I offend me, I must die."

"I curse you to be Jin and killed."

"He calls the wind and rain in the United States, but here he can only follow my rules." Scarlett said strongly: "It won't take long to unify the ** of Great Britain, and it may not be impossible to fight him."

"I won't betray my partner." Hull shook his head.

"Then say goodbye to your brother."

"Yeah, goodbye." Hull showed a free and easy smile. Scarlet was startled and hurriedly shouted: "Stop him, he wants to commit suicide!" But it was too late. After Hull said goodbye, he immediately bit his tongue and committed suicide.

"Damn it!!!" The angry gangster godfather was furious and scolded everyone present fiercely to vent his uneasiness and fear. No one knew better than him Jin Bing's power, which was a power that he could not fight against.

But, I still have a trump card.

He thought to himself that his eyes swept across everyone present and found that they were all scared because the enemy was Jin Bing, the king of the United States, the king of the king who even superheroes could not do anything to him. He understood that these people were as frightened as he did.

It's time to turn this trump card on, although it's a little earlier.

When he thought of his trump card, Scarlett felt his cold hands gradually recovered a little bit of temperature. He did not know the whereabouts of others from Hull's mouth, so he had to instruct his confidant to dig three feet into the ground to find out all the guys who attacked him. They were not God and could not erase all the clues.

The confidant said that he would find them and destroy them all.

Scarlett patted his shoulder and said, "Jin is not invincible, he has enemies, maybe we should tell his enemies what he is doing."

My confidant knew that he would do this matter well.

Scarlet nodded with satisfaction. He had more important things to do. After giving a few instructions, he turned around and left the hotel. More than a dozen men immediately turned into his bodyguards to protect his safety.

A few minutes later, the police chief's private phone rang.

...

Local time, at 5:37 pm.

One of the secret strongholds of MI6.

Tony Stark was lying on the sofa, dripping expensive eye drops. Even so, he still felt a hot pain in his eyes and couldn't help but scream.

"That damn bastard."

"Who are you talking about?"

"Yan Xiaobei."

The lady who asked was naturally Laura, but there was a handsome man sitting next to Laura, and said sarcastically: "You know that the fugitive is very strong, but you went to see him without wearing armor. If you take off that armor, you are an ordinary person and you are not beaten to death. It's already a blessing."

Laura couldn't help laughing when she heard this, "I think you're not thinking too."

"Who said I didn't wear armor? I was wearing armor at the time." Tony Stark retorted.

"Why didn't I see it?"

"Because I'm hiding."

Tony made it from the sofa, raised his right hand, and a halo swept across from top to bottom, extending to near his elbow, the red steel arm biting his arm tightly.

"Oh my god, what is this?" Laura couldn't help but scream.

"I recently developed a program that can hide my armor. To put it bluntly, it is an invisible system. Although you can't see it, I did wear steel armor on my body at that time, but I happened to open the mask at that time, giving that guy an opportunity to take advantage of it and poured the painless coffee on my face."

Laura and the handsome man looked at each other and both saw a smile in each other's eyes.

"I can only say it's so unfortunate, Tony."

"Yes, I think so, too."

After the two of them finished speaking, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Tony Stark, with a dark face.
Chapter completed!