The lights are always bright in New York at night. In the most prosperous Manhattan neighborhood, the lights are on all night long, the traffic is busy, and the brilliant neon colors are dazzling. An elongated black luxury car passes through the curtain of countless colors and stops.
In front of a luxurious mansion.
The waiter opened the car door, and Schiller got out of the car. He followed the guide into the elevator. The elevator slowly rose until the door opened again, and the brilliant lights from the corridor poured in. When he walked out of the elevator, Schiller squinted his eyes.
Turning a corner in the corridor, Schiller walked into a room. He saw a very burly figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the night view of Manhattan.
"Mr. Dean, you are here." The man turned around. He was fat, like a sumo wrestler, with a face full of flesh. When he spoke, his voice was loud and powerful.
"Hello, Mr. Kingpin."
Kingpin stood there, with his hands behind his back, he looked Schiller up and down, and then said: "The famous director of Arkham Sanitarium, your surname is not actually Arkham, right?"
"That's right, Mr. Kingpin, it seems you know me very well." Schiller walked to the opposite side of Kingpin, looked at him and said, "So, what are you going to do when you invite me over tonight?"
Kingpin turned around and took a few steps to the side. He lowered his head and said, "If you were really just the director of a sanatorium, there would be no need for me to invite you over."
Before Schiller could speak, Kingpin continued: "A lot of strange things have happened recently, and among these strange things, there seems to be an invisible rope connecting them."
"People always focus on Stark, or SHIELD, or even Spider-Man and Daredevil, but I'm different. I'm very interested in this invisible rope. What do you think? Dean of Arkham
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"Speak directly." Schiller said simply: "Since you have invited me here, it means that you should have found this rope. Not many people can do this. This is what you should do."
Get the tickets."
Kingpin suddenly turned around, stared at Schiller with piercing eyes and said: "Send me tickets? To the underground king on the East Coast? What confidence do you have to have such a loud tone?"
"If you don't want it, there's no need to invite me over. I don't believe that after investigating, the underground king on the east coast only knows my real name."
"Well, it seems I have found the right person." Kingpin turned around and walked over, and then said: "Did you create the immortality factor?"
"Of course not, it exists in the blood of vampires."
"Don't tell me that nonsense, we all know it's just the result of hype."
"Really? Why do you think vampires can live forever?"
Kingpin stared straight at Schiller, as if trying to read something from his face, but Schiller remained expressionless. Finally, Kingpin asked: "Have you really mastered the technology of immortality?"
Schiller smiled and said, "Do you still think I'm talking nonsense?"
"...I admit, this is too tempting. No one would not want to live forever. When you just asked me this question, for a moment, I really believed it."
"I'm not joking, nor am I trying to test you." Schiller told Kingpin: "I can provide a batch of about 1,500 potions, and I will ensure that they have extremely obvious effects."
Kingpin sat behind the solid wood table in the room, and Schiller sat in front of him. Schiller said: "I am not here to act as a salesperson, and we are not a seller and a buyer. We can do it together.
Seller."
"What's the meaning?"
"Hand Club, Dragon Bone."
Kingpin frowned and said, "You know more than I thought."
"After all, I don't dare to come to the appointment just because I know the name Kingpin."
"As far as I know, the greatest effect of dragon bone is to extend life. The Hand will look for this kind of thing in order to use it to extend the life of the senior leaders of their organization."
"To this end, they even sent hundreds or thousands of killers to search for this material at all costs."
"Prolong life...Although I don't know what kind of effect the dragon bone can achieve, at least in the early stage, it will definitely not be better than the potion in my hand."
Kingpin narrowed his eyes, and he smelled a hint of weirdness in Schiller's words. As the de facto underground king of the entire East Coast, he was all too familiar with this tone.
He straightened his body, put his arms on the table, and said, "What benefits will it bring me by cooperating with you?"
"Abandon your dead-end plan to bring drugs to schools. It won't change anything. It's the worst way to expand the market."
"It seems that you have quite a friendship with those two annoying flies."
"As long as you can successfully sell these 1,500 potions to the Hand, of course, we will take half of the profits, then, soon, there will be some precious bat raw materials circulating in the underground market under your control."
"Sure enough, the raw materials of only two bats that were promoted by the media were just a gimmick you used to create hype."
After they started talking about business, Kingpin almost fought for every cent. He said: "In addition, you must provide me personally with a complete bat. It must be the same bat that you used to extract the medicine."
"With all due respect, even if I provide it to you, you won't have any technical ability to decipher its secrets."
"You don't have to worry about that."
"The most I have the right to do is give you some research samples from Stark's laboratory, including blood and organs, as well as epidermal tissue."
"The complete bats are all with the Director of SHIELD. You know, he is a greedy vampire. You can't impress him unless you offer enough conditions."
"I only want a complete bat, which is the lowest bottom line, otherwise there will be no discussion," Kingpin said.
"Then it seems we can only discuss this condition later, or you can give Nick a call."
Seeing Schiller's stubborn attitude, Kingpin guessed that perhaps Nick didn't have much bat raw materials. Moreover, although Schiller connected the cooperation between SHIELD Stark and the Osborn Group,
But there must be a process of exchanging chips between the two parties. Now it seems that the chips of raw materials have all fallen into Nick's hands. Schiller, the middleman, should have no right to make the decision.
"Okay, I don't need complete bats, but the research samples you provide me must be brand new, and the number must not be less than two-thirds of the bats."
"make a deal."
Then Kingpin asked Schiller: "What was done in the 1,500 potions you planned to sell to the Hand?"
Schiller shook his head and said, "I wouldn't be so stupid as to poison it or do other tricks. I know you are worried that the Hand will retaliate violently and cause you heavy losses."
"But among the 1,500 medicines I provide you, you can randomly check them. I guarantee that there are no harmful substances in them.:"
"I don't understand what you are trying to do. Is this a plan set by the director of SHIELD? Is he finally going to take action on the Hand?"
"Why can't you look away from the issues of fighting and killing?" Schiller said helplessly: "Can't I really want to do a business with the Shouhe Association?"
Kingpin snorted coldly and said: "Nick Fury should be bored to death with these fleas. If their ninjas weren't so difficult to kill, SHIELD agents would have come to visit him long ago."
"That was before, when garbage was just resources misplaced."
Finally, Schiller said to Kingpin: "If you still want to continue to develop your underground empire, I have some good suggestions, but they are for an additional fee and will be after our cooperation this time. If you are interested, just
Come find me at Arkham Sanitarium."
After leaving, Schiller was picked up by a SHIELD car. He came to Nick Fury's office. The two of them didn't say anything, but walked toward the underground of SHIELD together.
After being transported through several closed elevators, the two arrived at a huge underground factory.
On the conveyor belt there are all freezing chambers one by one, and the freezing chambers are all filled with frozen giant bats.
The snow storage area of the entire underground factory covers thousands of square meters, and it is filled with countless frozen bats.
Schiller took a report from an agent. He read it and said, "Kingpin's vision is longer than I thought. He readily agreed to this cooperation."
"What conditions did he propose?"
"He needs samples from two-thirds of the bats."
Nick almost laughed out loud when he looked at the mountain-high bat freezers in the snow storage area of the underground factory.
He could imagine that Kingpin and Schiller must have gone through several rounds of confrontations and various bargainings before finally achieving this result.
Perhaps the underground king was still proud of himself. He had obtained two-thirds of the raw material of only two bats that attracted countless dignitaries to pursue them.
Nick felt a little sympathetic to Kingpin.
Schiller was not surprised. He just looked at the report and said: "All the goods circulating in the black market cannot be genuine. We have to mix some fake goods into it, and then develop a set of standards for identifying genuine goods."
"Fake? You mean..."
"Yes, we divide the bats to be circulated into two types. Although they are essentially the same, one batch has anti-counterfeiting marks and the other does not."
"In those with anti-counterfeiting marks, we also make some so-called exclusive marks, or source of supply marks, and then mix them together and circulate them on the black market."
"You are so cruel." Nick couldn't help but sigh: "So the ineffective immortality factors they bought are all fakes?"
"That's right. Who told you not to come to our sanatorium for treatment? You deserve it if you buy fake products."
"There are no beds in the nursing home, but what can I do? The nursing home is short of funds, and we are in urgent need of donations. If you don't donate, and I won't donate, then you can only go to the market and buy those immortality factors that are hard to distinguish between genuine and fake."
"I think it's more than that simple for you to choose the black market under Kingpin's control, right? I always feel like you want to trick him."
Nick crossed his arms, looked at the freezer compartment on the conveyor belt, and said, "I don't believe you would be so kind, knowing that the other person is a crocodile who can't satisfy his appetite, but you still want to drag him in to share the cake."
"We now lack some means to protect this nascent industry, not only legal means on the surface, but also some covert means. I just tied this crocodile next to this plate of cake and asked him to persuade him to quit.
Everyone else who wants to come and grab the cake.”
Schiller paused and continued: "I don't have a good impression of King, and it's not because he was the king of a criminal empire."
"Whether he is a gang boss or a crime king, it doesn't matter to me."
"I think the reason why he is not a good partner is that he is too superstitious about force and thinks that assassination can solve all problems. He and I are not the same people."
"Indeed." Nick looked at Schiller and said, "You didn't assassinate anyone, but you seemed to have solved all the problems."
"But like I said." Schiller put down the report, looked at the underground factory, and said: "Garbage is resources misplaced, and the same goes for Kingpin."
"At least at this stage, he is useful."
"This is enough."
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