Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

I took a taxi, and the driver was also a gangster, with hideous tattoos all over his arms and neck, and a half-smoked cigarette in his mouth, looking ferocious.

But when facing Chen Man, he swallowed and silently threw the cigarette out of his mouth... Although he changed into a new set of clothes, the strong and disgusting smell of blood on Chen Man's body could not be washed off, wiped clean, or disguised.

Put the blood-filled travel bag into the trunk.

Chen Man patted the driver's shoulder nonchalantly, "Don't be so nervous, go to St. Nicholas."

The full name of St. Nicholas is St. Nicholas Orthodox Church.

It is the most famous Orthodox gathering place in New York. Most of the lawyers will report here first when they arrive in New York, and then go to do their own things. Opposite it is the St. Clairs Theater, which is also the place with the largest number of Russians.

In New York, the days of the Irish ruling the roost are long gone.

Anyone can come here and get involved.

Got out of the taxi.

Carry your travel bag on your back.

Chen Man took out a gold necklace and hung it around the driver's neck.

"No, don't let me hear any information outside about you giving me a ride... Otherwise, I'll stuff this necklace into your anus!" Feeling the heavy weight of the necklace around his neck, the driver nodded like pounding garlic.

"Don't worry, sir. I always keep my mouth shut."

"Hahahaha! Well, good luck to you, Mr. Tight-lipped Driver."

The taxi drove away in a cloud of dust.

Chen Man glanced at the cathedral opposite.

But he did not go in, but turned and headed for the subway entrance not far away.

Different from the slightly simple and clean main entrance of the church.

Before entering the subway, cramped and dark have become the main theme of the sight. Pale-faced homeless people and drug addicts puffing cigarettes can be clearly seen on both sides of the stained stairs. The air smells very bad. In the garbage dump not far away, a foot is propped high on the garbage. The stench seems to be coming from there.

I just don't know if it was a corpse or a corpse that was about to become a corpse.

Chen Man ignored the gazes around him and continued moving forward step by step.

But just as I got off the subway and turned a corner, a hurried figure bumped into him.

If it was just an unintentional act, Chen Man would not have said anything. However, Chen Man's intuition made him subconsciously take action and grab the other party's wrist, but he did not expect that the other party's reaction was as fast as his own, and he grabbed his wrist in return, which was very similar to the fighting skills of the Marine Corps.

Chen Man looked at the other person in surprise.

And that person, as if facing a formidable enemy, took a small step back.

The man was about thirty years old, wearing a long black trench coat. He had a thin face, thick eyebrows, and bloodshot eyes. It looked like he had not had a good night's sleep for a long time. The joints on his hands were very wide, and his palms were covered with calluses.

"Feel sorry!"

The man showed an apologetic smile on his face and reached out to loosen Chen Man's wrist. "I just came back from the desert and I overreacted a little."

"It's okay!" Chen Man also loosened his grip, but the man's wrist had turned purple. This was when Chen Man didn't use all his strength. If he had used all his strength, it would not just be purple.

However, when Chen Man's palm touched the man's cuffs, he felt a wet sensation. After feeling around with his fingers for a while, although Chen Man did not see anything, he was sure that it was blood.

The two passed each other.

One person left the subway, while the other walked deeper into the dim subway.

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"Dong dong dong!"

The door was pushed open.

The room is very small.

This is the subway's water and electricity room, but at this time it is not temporarily owned by New York's City Hall.

Large and small travel bags were thrown on the table.

The woman who was smoking raised her head and pointed to the sign on the table that said "No customers allowed." She said, "We don't serve strangers."

"First time is new, second time is familiar!" Chen Man sat on the chair, and the black combination table slowly began to make a miserable groan due to the constant pressure of the load-bearing travel belt. "This door is not locked, I can open it, which means that I..."

"The door lock has been broken for a month." The woman shook her palm, and the cigarette ash slipped from her fingertips. "Also, even if the door is not locked, it doesn't mean I will do business with you."

Chen Man shrugged nonchalantly and reached out to open the travel bag.

The travel bag contained heavy gold jewelry, and on top was a dazzling emerald necklace: "The Eye of the Tsar, this thing is not a local product here."

The woman's originally disdainful expression suddenly froze, "Did you do the robbery two days ago?"

Chen Man took the necklace in his hand and played with it casually, as if he didn't hear the doubt in the woman's words at all.

"Sorry, I broke the rules!" The woman was silent for a moment, and opened all the other travel bags. Seeing the gold jewelry and a small amount of US dollars inside, she was completely sure in her heart that this guy must be the robber from two days ago.

She moved the travel bag under the nearest table and took out the dollars.

Chen Man shook his head and put the dollar back, "It's been marked. It can't be used anymore. Consider it a gift from me."

The woman snorted coldly, "Well, thank you very much!"

"How much do you want from all the stuff here?"

"One hundred million."

"If you're going to tease me, take the stuff away."

"Theoretically, the value of these things exceeds 100 million."

"You also said that it was only in theory. If I want to sell these things, it will take me two or three years... at most five million!"

"Forget it then." Chen Man's big hand grasped the woman's hand and took the necklace back, but the woman refused to let go. He had no mercy on her and grabbed her hand forcefully.

Compared to Mrs. Stacy's, this woman's palms were as rough as sandpaper.

It feels extremely uncomfortable to touch.

However, Chen Man did feel some hideous calluses, which were left behind by frequent shooting.

"Ten million!"

"Ten million is only enough to buy the gemstone in your hand... Thirteen million, fixed price. I want cash, the kind that can pass the IRS inspection. I don't want to be targeted by a bunch of bandits in suits."

"make a deal!"

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Friday on the Corner.

It's a gang controlled by Irish people.

But it’s also the name of a bar in Brooklyn.

Whenever night falls.

This place is always crowded with countless men and women gathering here.

The colorful disco ball was spinning rapidly, the crowd was surging, and the strong hormones stimulated the sensitive nerves of every man and woman. But today it was particularly deserted, and the gloomy-faced bodyguards refused anyone to come. Even if someone showed his ID card to show that he had just become an adult today and wanted to come here to contribute hormones and dollars, he was still stopped outside by the stern-faced bodyguards.

This place is reserved today.

The bar was booked out by the owner.

Old Jack was a thin, skinny old man, with half of his hair white. Although he was not young, he was not kind or merciful at all. A fierce and mean expression was written all over his face! He looked extremely difficult to get along with.

He was wearing a denim jacket and riding boots, a cowboy outfit that looked out of place in this metropolis dominated by suits, ties, high heels and short skirts.

But no one laughed.

Even those social elites who wore ties, expensive leather shoes, and hand-made tailor-made suits had unspeakable horror and fear in their eyes when they saw this old man.

Modern girls, I don’t know where they have hidden themselves.

The bar should have been filled with hormones.

Only solemnity and indifference remained.

"Three hundred thousand?"

The bar suddenly became lively again.

Old Jack took out a bank card and placed it on the table.

“My son is dead, and before he died, I wished he was dead.

Because he is such a coward and a waste.

Over the years, he has done nothing except taking drugs and playing with women. I didn't expect that he would die inexplicably just when he made me proud. "Old Jack's eyes were like lightning, "After all, I only have this one son. I don't know who killed him. There are many hidden dragons and crouching tigers in New York City. I am just an Irishman. This is the savings I have accumulated in my life. Whoever can help me find the murderer and bring him to me will get all the money!"

Everyone looked at each other.

Three hundred thousand dollars is not a small amount of money.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that everyone here is dressed like social elites, drives luxury cars, wears famous watches, and goes to high-end Western restaurants. In essence, they are still gang members.

Some guys may have hundreds of thousands of dollars in fixed assets, but you really can't ask them to put up a reward of three hundred thousand dollars.

I'm afraid few people present here can do it.

"I'm sorry, old Jack.

Here, I still want to express my regret for the death of your son.

But other than that… sorry, there’s nothing else we can do!

We have our own things to do, please accept my condolences and say goodbye! "

The young rookie straightened his clothes, bowed slightly, and turned away. The Irish were no longer the united people they once were, at least in New York. Fighting each other for their own benefit had almost become an indisputable fact. The so-called Godfather was dead, and the conflict between the newcomers and the old guard was even more acute than the disputes between the gangs.

Old Jack said nothing, just watched him leave.

I see someone is willing to be the first to take action.

No one wanted to stay in this depressing bar any longer.

People left one after another, leaving only those who were supposed to be in the bar.

A palm was placed on the bank card, and blood from the cuff kept dripping downwards.

The purple bruises were firmly locked on the wrists.

He handed the bank card to Old Jack.