Just like the rich ethnic groups, American gangs are also diverse, including Italian mafia, Irish gang, Chinese gang, Russian gang...
Most of their members are low-class immigrants from various countries. They lack knowledge, work and income, and can only use this most primitive organizational form to survive and fight under the normal social order.
These various gangs interspersed behind the bustling cities, in the underground world filled with alcohol, drugs and prostitutes, vividly depicting the bloody and violent side of this country.
Artem Ivanov was the leader of a Russian gang, Belarusian to be precise, and his father came to the United States when Belarus became part of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.
Ivanov rules the underworld of a New York neighborhood, and when night falls, he becomes the king of the place.
But tonight, he is obviously not a king.
Ivanov carefully accompanied a middle-aged man in a suit and a mustache as he walked on his street.
This middle-aged man is none other than Anton Vanke, Chief Technology Officer of Stark Industries. He is wearing a windbreaker and a black hat, and he seems to blend in with the surrounding night.
Although Ivanov is the leader of the gang here, he understands that compared to the top management of Stark Industries, his power is nothing. The other party only needs to move their fingers to make him irreversible.
What's more, Ivanov thinks this is an excellent opportunity. He and Anton Vanke are half compatriots. If he can help, I believe Anton Vanke can definitely further his power in the New York underground world.
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"...the other party is two people, a white man named Dufresne and an Indian man named Xinchilub, who live in a hotel not far from here." Anton Vanke said, handing out an envelope at the same time.
"More detailed information is inside."
Ivanov opened the envelope, which contained a piece of information and a check. The amount on the check made his heart beat faster.
"This is just a deposit." Anton Vanke glanced at him.
Ivanov took a deep breath: "You want to kill them?"
"Of course. But the more important thing is what they have in their hands, a glowing blue round stone. If nothing else happens, they should put it in a square box. Bring it to me and you will get more rewards.
"Anton Vanke paused, "and my friendship."
Ivanov immediately patted his chest and said: "Don't worry, dear Mr. Vanke, I will definitely bring you the things within three days!"
Anton Vanke pressed his black soft hat: "There is no need to limit the time like this. It can be later. The most important thing is to have clean hands and feet. I don't want the headline of the newspaper one day to be 'Anton Vanke and the New York Gang'
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In the night scene of Manhattan, drizzle is falling in the sky.
Dufresne and Xinqilub walked out of the bar, the latter was a little tipsy and burped a few times.
"Is this your first time in a bar?" Dufresne couldn't help but ask, opening his umbrella at the same time.
Xinchilub nodded and opened his umbrella: "You may not know that before joining the Knights, I was half a primitive man, fighting wild beasts in the Indian jungle. What about you, Dufresne, I listen
It seems that you used to be a banker."
"Yes." Dufresne walked under the neon lights with his briefcase, unwilling to mention his past, "But that is the past."
"By the way, what would we have done if the Soviets hadn't sent someone to snatch the energy stone?" Xinchilub suddenly said.
"Then let's go to Stark Tower to talk again." Dufresne said without thinking, "But this is a small probability event."
"If there is a 300% profit, capitalists are even willing to sell the rope to hang themselves. Faced with such a major trade-off in interests, even ordinary people are likely to choose this method, let alone someone like Anton Vanke
people."
After a pause, Dufresne added: "As long as they come to our door, we will have one more bargaining chip."
Xinchilub nodded.
On the brightly lit streets of New York, the two of them were walking with umbrellas in hand. Dufresne seemed to suddenly notice something and slowed down.
Then he reached out and took out a pair of sunglasses from his arms, put them on, then turned around and looked.
As soon as he put on his sunglasses, Dufresne's eyes burst out with bright holy light like golden flames, and his eyes of reckoning scanned the pedestrians behind him under the cover of his sunglasses.
Soon he smiled: "Here he comes."
In the sight of the Holy Light, the various appearances and skins of the busy pedestrians faded away, revealing the good and evil lingering in them.
Most of the people are yellow, some are darker and some are lighter, but there are also some blood-red figures mixed in, which look quite eye-catching.
What's more important is that almost all of these blood-red figures are following Dufresne and Xinchilub in a sneaky way.
Xinchilub also put on his sunglasses, opened his eyes of reckoning and scanned behind him, and soon discovered these thugs following him.
"You're right, Dufresne!" he couldn't help but exclaimed, "What should we do next?"
"Help them find a quiet place." Dufresne said calmly, then turned back as if nothing had happened and walked towards a place with few people.
Not far behind them, a bald man whispered to the person next to him: "Boss, I feel like they have noticed us."
"So what if we notice it?" Artem Ivanov said, "We have twenty good men and guns, how can we be afraid of the two of them?"
"All right."
"We have to be careful about that Indian. I think he may be 1.9 meters tall." Ivanov said, "Let's go, brothers."
"Ula."
A group of gangsters followed Dufresne and Dufresne from a distance, twisting and turning on the streets of New York. As they moved away from the busy city and the night deepened, the number of pedestrians around them gradually became less and less.
After a while, they came to a secluded and deserted road.
"Boss, I think this is a good place, let's start here." A gang member said.
Ivanov looked around and felt that this place was quiet and remote, with dark moon and high winds, making it a good place to kill people. He nodded immediately: "Get ready to do it!"
A group of gang members quickened their pace and approached Dufresne, who was walking in front, and soon the two sides were less than fifty meters apart.
At this moment, something they didn't expect happened.
Dufresne and Xinchilub, who were walking in front, stopped together, turned around, and casually took off their sunglasses.
Following their movements, four eyes surging with golden light were revealed from under the cover of sunglasses, looking directly at the gangsters on the other side of the street.
