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

Just like they did in World War I and II.

Weak and incompetent, only capable with mouth.

If we must find some advantages in Italians.

Well, the food in Italy is good, the luxury goods are good too, but other than that I really don’t know what’s so special about it.

As for Mexico, it is a bunch of local rich people who can't even protect themselves.

Therefore, they did not even put the Mexicans in their opponents' bench.

In fact, most people believe that Mexicans will soon be uprooted by the DEA.

Therefore, the Irish were certain that the Mexicans would not dare to shoot.

But it turns out that they thought too much.

Gunshots rang out one after another.

The Irish had no fighting power at all.

Those Irish thugs in black suits with pistols slung at their hips.

In the past, he relied on the gun on his waist to bully others.

Pistols are useful against ordinary people.

But it was obviously powerless against Mexicans armed with heavy weapons.

The Mexicans slaughtered from the street entrance inward.

Anyone wearing a black suit became their target.

Even though many Irish thugs wore bulletproof vests under their suits in advance.

But in front of large-caliber rifles, there is no difference between bulletproof vests and cardboard shells.

The homeless people and thugs who had gathered at the street corner to watch the show turned around and ran away.

The Russians and Italians also drew their weapons.

The gunshots attracted gang members from other blocks, and dense footsteps spread towards this side.

However, the Mexicans were clearly not prepared to escalate the war.

The twins who fired first bowed slightly towards the Italians and Russians.

He took his gun again and walked into the Ellan neighborhood.

"Who are these two people? They are so crazy."

“From the Salamanca family!

They do transportation business for the Gutons Cartel in Mexico.

New York, Miami, Washington... Most of the drugs in the entire South are brought in by them. Of course, they also do smuggling business!"

A voice came from the Russian side: "Didn't our free country raise tariffs a few years ago?

Those countries that have been subject to increased tariffs have shipped their goods to Mexico, and after a visit to Mexican factories, all of the goods have become made in Mexico.

The Salamanca family took advantage of this opportunity to hide drugs in the goods and then shipped them to the United States, making a fortune. It was only in the past two years that the tariffs were adjusted downwards, and they were targeted by the US Drug Enforcement Administration and the FBI. "

"No one checked?"

"What the hell? When the tariffs were adjusted, the IRS investigated 12 senators at once, which really scared the old men on Capitol Hill. You know, tariffs are also part of national taxes. When they raised tariffs, many countries did not ship goods directly to the United States, but to Mexico, where tariffs are very low, so they lost a large part of their income.

There is no other way. Since we cannot make money from quality, we can only regain the advantage in quantity.

At that time, in order to recover the dismal income, Mexico's customs ports were directly transformed into stamping machines. As long as the goods were labeled as produced in Mexican factories, they could enter the customs directly without even being inspected!

But who would have thought that the masters of the IRS would raise such a huge drug trafficking machine? "

The Russians' words were full of sarcasm.

Needless to say, Russia was one of the countries that raised tariffs at that time.

"boom!"

While we were talking.

Suddenly, there was a sound of an explosion in the distance.

A huge vibration spread from the ground to everyone's feet.

In the distance, thick black smoke began to rise from the top of a building.

"Have all the bombs been used?"

"It looks like an all-out war is about to break out."

If they were all just spectators before, then at this moment, other lights appeared in the eyes of the Italians and Russians.

Chapter 19: Muddy Waters... Touched a bald Mexican?

“Mrs. Stacy, this is the phone number I just registered.

If you have any problems in the future, just contact me using this number.

When are you going to treat me to a meal?

Tomorrow?

Of course, no problem, I'll go shopping for clothes in a moment.

After all, I can't go to a Western restaurant dressed like a gangster, right?

You ask me why it's so noisy here?

It's indeed very noisy here, but it's Hell's Kitchen, so this is normal. If one day Hell's Kitchen isn't noisy anymore, that would be a real big problem!

Okay, you go ahead and see you tomorrow."

Fisk looked through a telescope at the street in the distance where black smoke was rising.

Ena Maynard opened the door with a key.

I saw Fisk and the other two huddled in front of a window.

In Fisk's hand was a sniper's monocular telescope used to measure wind speed.

What Fuzi and the others were holding were more abstract optical sights.

I don't know which rifle it was taken from.

"Was the fight that intense?"

"Even grenades are flying everywhere. Am I on a battlefield?"

"Si Guoyi!"

"There is a Mexican leader trapped in the Irish neighborhood... No one knows what he is doing there." Ena Maynard put down her briefcase, took out her tactical telescope, and began to spy on the battle in the distance. "But I have another piece of gossip."

"What gossip?" Fisk asked casually, and suddenly turned the telescope to look downstairs, "Why are they all moving?" Directly below, a group of Italians in black jackets and windbreakers, with weapons in their hands, quietly moved towards the area controlled by the Irish.

"This is what I heard through the grapevine. The Italians and the Russians have already made their move and are ready to take a piece of the pie!"

"Of course it's to grab territory..." Fisk asked himself and answered, then put down the telescope in his hand, "Girls, tut tut tut! It's time for us to make money. Don't forget that the Irish occupy the largest area in the entire Hell's Kitchen. That's all money, green dollars. We can't let it go this time."

As soon as I heard about making money.

Ena Maynard perked up immediately.

But then she asked doubtfully, "Where is the money to be made here?

What else can make money in this place besides bankrupt homeless people, sex addicts, gamblers, desperate New Yorkers and gang members? "

Fisk looked at her speechlessly and asked, "Are you from New York?"

“I’m Norwegian.”

"So you think that money is only in the bank?"

"if not?"

Fisk was even more speechless.

He looked at the other two women beside him and said, "How about you explain to her how the Irish make money?"

"Clothing, fishing, arms, oil..."

Fazi began to count the corns on his fingers, as if he were counting the back of his hand. It felt like a little mouse that had snatched the corn and was counting each and every grain of sweet and delicious corn on the corn cob.

"Basically, you can see Irish people in every industry that makes money in New York... Do you think they have many ways to make money?" Fisk reached out and took down a cloth package from the ceiling and threw it on the ground.

There was a dull sound immediately when the package touched the ground. "Come and pick out your weapons. These weapons are in great demand, but they don't look well maintained. Maintain them yourselves. The butter is in the room over there."

When Erna Maynard heard that the Irish were extremely rich, stars immediately appeared in her eyes.

He turned around and walked into the next room impatiently.

But as soon as I walked in, I saw a person wrapped in white gauze like a dumpling lying motionless on the bed.

Seeing Ena Maynard coming in, he actually used his tightly wrapped hands to greet Ena Maynard, his voice was particularly hoarse: "Hello, can you give me some water?"

Ena Maynard has a lot of question marks over her head.

what happened?

How come there is one more person here when I was only away for one night?

Fisk suddenly came over as if he remembered something, and happened to hear Lester's voice, "You can't drink water now, I accidentally broke your ribs, and the ribs are stuck in your stomach, so you can't drink water for the time being.

I'll give you some glucose when I come back later!"

"I think...I could use a drink, really."

"I don't care what you think, I care what I think. Just lie there and you still owe me... one hundred million dollars."

Lester, who was lying on the bed, was stunned and spoke fluently: "When did I owe you money?"

"How much do you think your life is worth?" Fisk reached for the butter on the shelf and said, "If you think your life is only worth one dollar, then I will send you to see God now."

"Forget it, I think my life is worth 1 billion."

"So now you owe me 1 billion, and you have to work for me until you pay me back!"