Black Hand Over the Sky

Chapter 17 Origin Old John

Brooklyn, on the southeast side of Manhattan, is the most populous borough of New York City. Because of its large and varied population, it also has one of the highest crime rates in the entire United States.

Crime is a breeding ground for gangs, so this area also has the highest number of gangs. Of course, most of them are unsought-after, but there are a few, like Big John, the loan shark, that are on the list throughout New York City.

"There is no good faith in the negotiations of the bastard's hands! And that damn Anthony, who doesn't give a shred of face!" In the office, Old John grumbled in front of some of his cadres.

See his boss angry abnormal, his people have all the sense of silence. As for the uninteresting ones, they had been sunk by Old John a long time ago.

Just as Old John continued to vent, knock, knock, knock came a rather abrupt knock at the door. Old John could not help staring sulkily at the door, and said in, while secretly threatening that if the one who came in today did not say something, he would find some excuse to sink him in the Hudson River!

The door opened to reveal a figure dressed as a ninja. Although he said that his staff members were very mixed, and there were all kinds of people, but absolutely no one dared to dress up like this at the headquarters of his own gang, and if anyone really wanted to see him, it was first reported by his confidants who were kept outside. Therefore, old John could not help his eyes catch up and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? ? How did you get in? Where are my men?"

"Hello, Mr. John," though the masked ninja dressed man coldly replied, "Madame Gao asked me to say hello!"

Although the comer seemed polite, the murderous air that radiated from him made Old John, the bloody gangster, shudder. At the same time, the meaning of the words expressed by the other side also made him uneasy: "You are Mrs. Gao's people? So the hands will want to lay hands on me!"

The masked ninja did not speak, but was answered by a shower of cross darts. As fast as lightning and as swift as shooting stars, they reached Old John in the blink of an eye. And it seems that the target of the opposing ninja is not only old John, in addition to the focus of old John, other senior cadres are also within the scope of attack.

Fortunately, Old John is one of the most prominent gangsters in New York City, and it is natural for him to be able to sit in this position. I saw old John form a flutter, the blink of an eye left the spot, appeared in another position.

"Hey," the ninja light Yi, with his eyes naturally can see, just old John left the way is absolutely not what body law, but the body disappeared directly in place, and appeared in another position. Old John turned out to be a mutant with teleportation power, just don't know what his level is.

Some other senior cadres also realized it was not good when the ninja just entered the room and raised their vigilance. Therefore, they also ducked when the cross darts hit them. So with the exception of a few unlucky people, most of them suffered minor injuries, but they were not serious.

"Motherfucker! Kill me!" Old John was directly angered by the attack, and regardless of the strength gap between himself and the Hand, he gave the order to kill the man in front of him. At the same time, he took out his gun first and began to fight back.

Bang bang bang bang, old John and several other senior cadres in the hands of the bullets directly interwoven into a large net, the doorway of this figure all covered in.

With a bloodthirsty light in his eyes, the ninja pressed a hand to the handle of the samurai sword at his waist. "Kill!"

Several silver bows across, the ninja actually only with a katana in his hands will be bullets and block, and then take advantage of the situation, a bloody killing in the room unfolded.

On the top floor of Caesars Palace, Bullock came here after receiving the news and Anthony Exchange reported: "The boss is really like you said, Brooklyn is in chaos, the power of the guy Big John is disintegrating, but the death of Big John himself is not clear."

"It's funny, it's not easy for that old John guy to mix up such a big name, the Hand Club actually only took them all in one night, it looks like they sent a real master," Anthony said to himself, looking at the piece of information Brock handed him.

"Boss, Big John's gone. How about we get a hand in his Brooklyn patch?" "Brock asked.

"There's no need," Anthony said, shaking his head. "Brooklyn is the most populous borough in New York City, but there's so little water there that it doesn't make sense to plug it in. Besides, our Rage Gang is already high profile these days. If we move into another borough, we'll risk provoking other New York gangs to attack us. All we have to do now is build up our strength and slowly build ourselves up. When it comes to a certain point, not just Brooklyn, but all of New York, all of America will be ours!"

Block nodded to show that he understood, then reported some other trivia and left.

In Hell's Kitchen, a remote rental house, a man covered in blood struggles to bandage his wounds. On closer inspection, the man turns out to be Old John from Brooklyn.

Barely bandaging the wound, Old John heaved a sigh of relief and then said, "Hands together! Mrs. Gao! You wait for me, this revenge I will definitely revenge! Oh, and that asshole Anthony, if it wasn't for this guy, there wouldn't be any of this! I won't let you go!"

But in spite of his harsh words, old John looked hard at the thought that all he had had so recently gone to waste. With his current strength, if he wants to stage a comeback to take revenge on them, when will it take, and his age is not small, there is not much of the spirit of fighting when he was young, and whether he can lay a foundation again even old John himself does not know.

He wanted to give up his hatred, but when he thought that the foundation he had worked so hard to build and the people who followed him were all gone, old John could not swallow this breath. After thinking about it, he pulled out a business card he had cherished for a long time and dialed the number on it: "Hey, this is Old John from Brooklyn. I thought you said I could make a reasonable request if I wanted to join you?"

"At last, my fellow man, you have come to your senses." A defiant voice came from the other end of the line.

Big John's face lit up. "So you said yes?"

The voice chuckled. "I will not refuse any reasonable request from my people."

"Good! Old John was excited and his face was harsh. "I want you to kill two people for me!"

'Who? Pretty crisp over there, too.

"Mrs. Gao of the Hand Fellowship and Anthony of the Angry Gang! There was a glint of hate in Old John's eyes. "Can you do it?"

"Sure, I'm Magneto!"