Brooklyn, located in the southeast of Manhattan, is the most populous district in New York City. Due to its large and diverse population, it is also the highest crime rate in the United States.

Sin is the breeding soil for gangs, so there are the most gangs in this area. Of course, most of them are the ones that cannot be used, but there are also several who are ranked in the entire New York City, such as the old John who is loan shark.

"The bastard's hand-in-hand meeting has no sincerity in the negotiation! And that damn Anthony, he doesn't even give him any face!" In the office, Old John cursed with a gloomy face in front of some of his cadres.

Seeing that his boss was extremely angry, his subordinates were all tactful and kept silent. As for the tactless one, they were sunk by Old John a long time ago.

Just as Old John continued to vent, a rather sudden knock on the door came in. Old John couldn't help staring at the door with a gloomy face, and said in, and at the same time he was nervous. If the one who entered the door today didn't say anything, he would look back and find an excuse to sink him into the Hudson River!

The door opened, revealing a figure dressed in a ninja. Although his subordinates were very mixed and had everything, no one dared to dress like this at the headquarters of his gang. And if someone really had something to see him, his confidant who was guarding outside came in and reported it. Therefore, Old John couldn't help but stared at him and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? How did you come in? Where are my people?"

"Hello, Mr. John," asked the cold answer of the masked ninja, though he was dressed in a masked ninja, "Mrs. Gao asked me to say hello to you!"

Although the visitor seemed very polite, the murderous aura emitted by his whole body made Old John, the bloody gangster boss, shudder. At the same time, the meaning of the other party's words also made him uneasy: "Are you Mrs. Gao's person? If you say so, you want to attack me!"

The masked ninja did not speak, and answered that he was a cross dart that came over like raindrops. The cross dart was like a meteor, as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it came to Old John. Moreover, it seemed that the target of the other ninja was not only Old John, but in addition to Old John, the person he was taking care of, other senior cadres were also within the range of the attack.

Fortunately, as a gangster character in New York City, Old John is one of the most popular characters, and he is naturally outstanding in this position. Old John shook his figure and left the place in a blink of an eye and appeared in another position.

"Huh," Ninja exclaimed lightly. With his eyesight, he could naturally tell that the way Old John left just now was definitely not a body movement, but his body disappeared directly from the spot and appeared in another position. It turned out that Old John was actually a mutant with teleportation power, but he didn't know how his level was.

Some other senior cadres also realized the bad things when the ninja first entered the room and were more vigilant. Therefore, they also dodged when the cross darts came. So, except for some unlucky guys, most of them were only slightly injured and there was no big deal.

"Bastard! Kill me!" Old John was directly angry by the opponent's attack. He ignored the difference in strength between him and the hand, and directly issued an order to kill the person in front of him. At the same time, he took out the gun on his body and began to fight back.

Bang bang bang bang, the bullets in the hands of Old John and several other senior cadres directly intertwined into a large net, covering all the figure at the door.

A bloodthirsty light appeared in the ninja's eyes, and one hand pressed on the hilt of the samurai sword around his waist: "Kill!"

Several silver rainbows passed by, and the ninja actually blocked the bullets with just a samurai sword in his hand, and then took advantage of the situation to rush, and a bloody killing unfolded in this room.

At the top floor of Caesar Palace, Brock came here to report to Anthony after receiving the news: "The boss is really like the one you said. Brooklyn is in chaos, and the power of that guy Old John collapsed, but Old John himself did not find out clearly."

"It's interesting. Old John is not easy to deal with. The co-organizers have only one night to solve them. It seems that they have sent real masters," Anthony said to himself as he looked at the information handed over by Brock.

"Boss, Old John is gone. Should we get involved in the Brooklyn land?" Brock asked.

"No need," Anthony shook his head and said, "Although Brooklyn is the most populous district in New York City, there is too little water in that place, and it is not cost-effective to insert it. Moreover, our Angry Gang itself has been high-profile for a while. If we enter other districts, it may cause other New York gangs to attack them. What we need to do now is to accumulate strength and slowly strengthen ourselves. When we reach a certain level, not to mention the Brooklyn district, even the entire New York, the entire United States will be ours!"

Brock nodded and said that he understood and then reported some other trivial matters and left.

In Hell's Kitchen, in a remote rental house, a man covered in blood was struggling to bandage his wounds. After a closer look, this man was actually Old John of Brooklyn.

After barely bandaging the wound, Old John finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then said with a ruthless expression: "Working together! Mrs. Gao! You wait for me, I will definitely take revenge on this hatred! By the way, there is also the bastard Anthony. If it weren't for this guy, there would be nothing next! I will not let you go!"

However, although he was harsh, when he thought that everything he had had had had was gone not long ago, Old John also looked puzzled. With his current strength, he would have to make a comeback and revenge them. Moreover, he was not young anymore, and the spirit of fighting when he was young was not much left. Even Old John himself knew whether he could build a foundation again.

I wanted to give up my hatred, but when I thought that the foundation I had built with great effort and the people who followed me had disappeared, Old John couldn't swallow this. After thinking about it, I took out a business card that I had treasured for a long time, and called according to the phone number above: "Hey, I am Old John of Brooklyn. I remember you said that as long as I am willing to join you, I can make a reasonable request, right?"

"You finally figured it out, my compatriots." A lonely and domineering voice came from the other end of the phone.

Old John showed joy: "Did you agree to say so?"

The voice over there chuckled: "I will not refuse any reasonable requests from my fellow countrymen."

"Okay!" Old John looked ruthless while excited: "I want you to help me kill two people!"

"Who?" there was also quite straightforward.

"Mrs. Gao and Anthony of the Angry Gang!" Old John's eyes showed a hint of hatred: "Can you do it?"

"Of course, I'm Magneto!"
Chapter completed!