A Certain Marvel Super Player

In an instant.

The entire Hell's Kitchen seemed to have woken up from its hazy state, and they all looked towards the direction where the loud gunshots came from.

As for beyond Hell's Kitchen?

Do what you have to do.

after all……

Hell's Kitchen? If there are gunshots, it wouldn't be strange. If there are no gunshots every day, then it would be strange. At most, pedestrians would run away from the side near Hell's Kitchen.

As we all know, in New York, if you are a serious person and want to find a job, even if you have a house in Hell's Kitchen, the effect will not be as good as being a homeless person.

Hell's Kitchen is not a place for people. No, it is not a place where normal people should stay. Most of the people who make up Hell's Kitchen are illegal immigrants from all over the world because of some unexplained relationship. Although Hell's Kitchen is Such a state, but no one is going to change Hell's Kitchen.

What they can do is control Hell's Kitchen as Hell's Kitchen and prevent Hell's Kitchen from spreading.

In the Gucci family's warehouse, there was fierce fighting.

but……

The senior superintendent of the New York Police Department, George Stacey, was well prepared. As the same saying goes, once law enforcement agencies become serious, all illegal organizations will kneel down.

The Gucci family is no exception this time.

Faced with the advance of the New York Police Department's explosion-proof armored vehicle, the warehouse was instantly stained with blood. In less than ten minutes of exchange of fire, the Gucci family had been defeated. Looking at the corpses everywhere, they turned around and tried to escape. .

It's a pity that I escaped a loneliness.

Again, George came prepared this time. After collecting enough strong evidence, George had no intention of prolonging the game.

soon.

The remaining dozen or so younger brothers of the Gucci family were all handcuffed. A few of the dishonest guys who were handcuffed just now were killed by the special police who were considered murderous without batting an eyelid.

A group of illegal immigrants are not even citizens. Since they are not citizens, killing them will not cause any mental disorder at all.

soon.

"Sir."

"Um."

George walked into the warehouse and looked at the body of a young man in front of him, as well as the ID of the 47th Precinct that was searched from the body of the young man who refused to die: "What's going on?"

The special agent looked at the director of the 47th branch who came here not long ago and cooperated with them.

The branch chief looked at George with a heartbroken look on his face: "I didn't expect him to be such a person. Sorry, Senior Superintendent Stacey, I don't know people well. I really didn't expect there to be so many bugs in the bureau."

If you don't die, I will die.

The branch chief glanced at the corpse of the police officer lying on the floor with his peripheral vision, and said something like this in his heart.

George looked at the branch chief expressionlessly.

The branch director was heartbroken, his expression was very spot on, and it looked like the real thing.

Precinct 47 sucked from top to bottom.

George knew this very well, but, again, due to some unspeakable rules, there is nothing you can do without evidence, especially when dealing with your own people.

"Scum!"

"..."

The branch chief was slightly stunned when he heard what George said. Then, looking at George who turned and left after saying this, he didn't quite understand. George said this to the dead police officer just now. Or say it to him.

"Gordon."

"Superintendent."

After George walked out of the warehouse, he looked at the internal affairs detective who came here with the special service captain: "Did you catch him?"

Gordon, who looked to be only about thirty years old, nodded: "Seven people have tipped off the Gucci family, and they have all been arrested."

George nodded, turned to look at the branch chief who came out from behind, and looked at Gordon: "Your chief told me, you want to come to my place?"

Gordon nodded.

Although internal affairs also targets crimes, it targets crimes committed by one's own people. Moreover, the reputation is not good, so Gordon wants to be on the front line.

George was silent for a moment and nodded.

Next month, his position will be moved up again, and by then, the 47th Branch will be considered his jurisdiction, and he does not want to see someone with the same background in his jurisdiction. Of the dark and complicit branch.

Therefore, he used this operation to clean up the 47th Precinct in advance. As for Gordon, George did not say anything on the spot. After all, he would not have this right until next month.

Gordon looked at George who didn't express anything and was not disappointed.

after all……

Not expressing one's stance is, in fact, the best way to express one's stance.

This is enough.

George walked towards Klee DeWolf who was on the phone over there: "How is Gucci's house?"

The FBI was involved in this operation.

To be precise.

The FBI is responsible for arresting the Gucci family. After all, in this operation, the evidence in Hell's Kitchen that can anchor the Gucci family's crimes is the most important.

Even if the person is arrested and the evidence is gone, the arrest is still in vain.

"Do not worry."

Klee DeWulf put down the phone: "You've met Booth, aren't you still concerned about Booth?"

Healy Booth.

The FBI, the investigative agent at the Quantico headquarters, was also a righteous agent specially invited from Washington by Clea DeWulf for this operation.

after all……

Compared to the headquarters in Quantico, Clee DeWulf was less trusting of the FBI in New York. There were rumors that the director of the FBI was privately a good friend of Kingpin.

after awhile.

Just when Beckett led the team to find a series of account books from the warehouse, and by the way, they also discovered a group of Western European girls who had just arrived here this morning and had not had time to sell them in the basement of the warehouse, the phone rang.

"Um."

"okay, I get it."

"marvelous."

Klee DeWulf hung up the phone, looked at George and Beckett who had turned their attention to her, were silent for a while, and then nodded: "Caught."

"pretty!"

"Very good."

George and Beckett looked at each other, the last worry disappeared, and joy emerged.

"stop!"

"Sir!"

George and the others turned around and saw that at the gate of the blocked warehouse, there was a person who looked like a gorilla wearing a human suit. Even his head seemed to be made of muscles. His height was a bit exaggerated. He seemed to be a full two meters, like a hill. The same man appeared at the door of the warehouse with two people.

Kingpin!

George, Beckett and Clea DeWulf looked at each other.

The hill-like bald man who appeared was their ultimate target, Kingpin, the so-called gang emperor of New York City.

"Kingpin!"

"Senior Superintendent Stacey."

Kingpin looked at George, Beckett and DeWulf walking from the warehouse, and then said: "Senior Detective Kate Beckett, Superintendent Klee DeWulf, am I right?"

"What, Kingpin, do you have any goods in the warehouse behind you?"

"No."

Kingpin laughed loudly and looked at George with a smile: "I was just in the office and heard my subordinates tell me that someone is using my port to do illegal transactions. I am here to thank you."

"oh."

"Thank you for catching these damn bastards."

Jin Bing said so, with a sincere face, and moved towards George: "Thank you."

Beckett raised his eyebrows and shook his head covertly towards George.

George glanced at Beckett and laughed. Then, he looked at Jin Bin, who was a head taller than himself, and directly reached out to hold Jin Bin's right hand.

If you dare, crush my hand into pieces.

George thought in his heart.

but……

Kingpin's force was very light. It seemed that, just like what he just said, he came to thank George. After shaking hands with George, he took out his business card: "Mr. Stacey, my port, also Are there any other warehouses that you need to check? I am a serious businessman. If there is anything I can do to cooperate with the police station, I will fully cooperate."

George took back his right hand: "Forget it today, I don't have any other search warrants."

"Yeah."

Kingpin was stunned for a moment and sighed: "That's such a pity."

George smiled and said: "I don't feel sorry. Starting next month, the 47th Precinct will be under my control. Regarding some of the criminal issues complained by the people, maybe I will come here often to chat with Mr. Kingpin."

Kingpin smiled and said: "Of course. When Mr. Stacey comes over, be sure to inform me. I will be available at any time."

Finished.

Jin didn't say anything else, and turned around, leading Bullseye and the others next to him, and got into the black specially customized Lincoln sedan that was lengthened and widened.

George looked at the disappearing Lincoln Bridge car, retracted his gaze, turned around, and looked at the police officers and special police officers in front of him: "Keep working."

In the Lincoln car driving back towards Kingpin Manor.

"Ma Gucci was arrested. The team was led by someone from the FBI. However, I heard that it was a senior agent named Seeley Booth who was transferred directly from Quantico."

"Pity."

"want……"

The professional killer sitting in the passenger seat, or at the moment, more like Kingpin's professional killer Bullseye, turned to look at Kingpin sitting in the back, shaking the champagne in his hand and making a gesture of cutting his throat.

Kingpin looked at Bullseye: "Didn't you hear what he just said? He is coming next month."

Bullseye nodded.

If you don't want to kill, then don't kill. It's a pity that the extra money is just gone.

but……

Kingpin changed the topic: "But it's not bad to say hello. After all, he intercepted the 30 million I wanted without even saying hello."

Although there is no evidence, the Gucci family's warehouse contains goods worth 30 million that he arrived this morning.

Bullseye's eyes lit up: "How to say hello."

Jin Bin looked at a photo that was refreshed on his phone, turned his phone, and pointed the screen at the bullseye: "Her, don't kill her, just say hello."

Bullseye stared at the picture of Gwen displayed on the screen and licked his lips.

"good!"

"clear."

"..."