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Chapter 1 Wonderful Night

September 2010, 9, night, New York, Brooklyn Bridge.

The night was filled with fog, and a few sporadic cars drove slowly under a large blurred halo.

The water of the Hudson River slaps on the thick piers with gray foam, the water surface is dark, sparkling and reflecting the colorful and brilliant lights of the buildings on both banks, and flashes and flashes with the undulations of the sea, it looks like the sky is full of water. As deep as the stars.

The smell of exhaust gas and dust in the air is fed back from the nasal cavity to the sensory center, and the steps are light. Yan Yan floats in the fog like a ghost with a cigarette in his mouth. The visibility is extremely low. He can only see a distance of five or six meters at most, but it cannot affect Yan Yan. eyesight.

In New York where gangsters are rampant, on such a deep night, people from good families have already consciously stayed at home to enjoy their family relationships. People who go out for a stroll at this time naturally have ulterior motives. Yan Yan is like this. The same is true for the Sprinter van a few steps away.

The daytime headlights on the front of the car were blurred into a large gray halo in the smog. The black Ford Sprinter van was driving slowly on the bridge. Yan Yan's eyes full of smiles were quietly staring at the red ones. Flashing the taillights, following behind the car without slowing down, the speed is not much slower than that of a van.

After walking for about 10 minutes, a heavy truck came head-on, and the dazzling high-beam lights vaguely reflected the figure of Yan Yan in the fog. He pursed his lips and smiled, and stopped in his footsteps. Seconds later, the whole person disappeared into the mist of night out of thin air.

The oncoming truck driver was stunned for a moment, but soon regarded it as a hallucination after a long drive.

The two cars passed by each other, about 15 seconds later, Yan Yan reappeared in the mist, and continued to follow the van at a leisurely pace.

The tracked Sprinter van moved forward slowly in the smog, and gradually drove to a dark street at the junction of Brooklyn and Queens, and stopped at an inconspicuous corner. This area is a mixed race and violent , more than [-]% of the residents are members of gangs, and it is the dirtiest and most chaotic center of violence in New York City.

A few burly men with thick body hair, cursing the damn weather in New York in Russian, staggered out of the Sprinter van like a brown bear in winter, holding an AK47 in their hands, not caring about attracting others' attention .

Three dirty stray dogs jumped out of the trash can in fright, ran wildly along the street corner, and disappeared in a flash.

In the shadow of the corner, Yan Yan squinted his eyes slightly like a fox, and quietly looked at several big men more than twenty meters away. Including the driver, there were a total of eight burly Russian big men, with muscles as swollen as cast iron, almost about to The straight black suits were ripped apart, and seven of them carried AKs, surrounded the man with the metal box in his hand, and walked into the alley.

The dark alley was extremely narrow, and the three people standing side by side already looked crowded. The rotten garbage was silted up from the trash can full of black mud and dirt, and was dragged by stray dogs and scattered all over the place. The smell of mold and stench was unbearable. breathe.

"Damn it! Damn it! These American pigs have no sense of time!" The Russian who was carrying the box covered his nose with a handkerchief, glanced down at his watch, and cursed viciously in a low voice.

After a little while, a car occasionally passed by at the end of the alley, but it didn't mean to stop.

Unexpectedly, two figures, one tall and one short, stumbled into the alley. The tall black man reeked of alcohol, and staggered into the alley with the support of the petite woman beside him.

The dangling gun in the Russian man's hand made the woman's face turn pale, and she hurriedly wanted to back out, but the black man rushed to the wall to vomit, and she was also pulled over.

"Shh... chick! Your boyfriend is very pussy! Why don't you treat me? Haha!!" A Russian man with a full face laughed and grabbed his crotch with his hands.

"You son of a bitch, what are you talking about?" The black man stood up unsteadily, with a strong smell of alcohol in his mouth, and walked slowly towards the Russians.

"Crack!!"

"Nigger!! Stop!" Seven guns were loaded at the same time and pointed at the black man, and the man holding the box said indifferently, "If you don't want to die, get out of here!"

"What? If I don't leave, are you going to beat me to death? You son of a bitch!" The black man cursed viciously, and walked to the middle of the alley without a trace.

Such a night!
A drunkard with strange whereabouts!
has a problem!
The Russian who took the lead suddenly became alert, his eyes flickered coldly, and he said in a low voice, "There is a problem! Shoot! Kill him!"

A few big men grinned ferociously, the gun tank burst into flames, and the ammunition poured out crazily. The tight white T-shirt on the upper body of the black man was instantly punched with dozens of holes, but the dark muscles with sharp edges and corners were cast like steel. A series of clear and crisp sounds, each bullet did not cause the slightest harm to him, and a series of sparks jumped up and were ejected.

The black man grinned grinningly, waved his right hand, and there was a crisp sound of "jingling, jingling", and the thick iron chain that was almost wrapped around his waist whizzed out, like a giant python bringing a distorted light and shadow in the darkness.

The Russian man who was hit, his chest collapsed inwards visible to the naked eye, vomited blood, screamed and flew upside down, rolled over ten meters away, lying on the ground without a sound.

Under the gunfire, they rampaged like angry bears. In just an instant, two burly bear-like Russian men were thrown out of the way.

"Damn! This is a monster!!" The panicked Russians rushed at the black man, but they obviously forgot that there was another woman.

The petite body was sensitively writhed, her feet were relaying on the wall, she jumped over the air, and landed behind a Russian man, she grabbed it with both hands, and the burly man weighing two hundred catties was lifted high above her head and hit the ground heavily , there was a scalp-numbing "cracking" sound of bone cracking, the Russian man didn't even make a scream, he was broken in the middle, and his butt was pressed heavily on the top of his head.

The battle ended in just a dozen seconds. With his foot on the hand carrying the box, the black man sneered and spun left and right. Amid the hysterical screams of the latter, he cursed angrily, "Because of you bastards, night It's going to be so long."

"Night and day are always as long! Luke Cage"

With a faint mocking sound, a sexy beauty with long black hair and wheat complexion slowly appeared from the thick fog, holding a steel fork in each hand, and her tight ninja suit, which was as obvious as fire, showed her bumpy figure The outline is hotter.

In the shadow, Yan Yan's fiery eyes are undisguisedly turning around the body of the red-clothed female ninja. At the same time, he is planning in his heart that the effect of the mist of tricks is better than he expected, especially when paired with these weird ninjas from the Hand. , if he didn't know it in advance, it would be difficult for him to discover the clues.

In the mist, there were shadows, but within a short breath, forty or fifty red-clothed ninjas, armed with samurai swords and steel forks, quietly appeared behind her like ghosts.

Luke flashed across the face, blocked the woman behind him with a solemn face, carefully bowed his waist slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "The Hand!? Jin Bin's lackeys, why are you here?"

"It's very simple! Because I deliberately let you know about the information I traded with them!" The female ninja in red chuckled, pointed at the two of them with her left hand, and said coldly, "Kill!"

Behind him, the black-clothed ninja jumped out swiftly, his movements were swift and swift. Dozens of people were running at the same time, but there was no sound at all under their feet.

"It's up to you? Don't even think about it!" Luke taunted and raised his eyebrows. He punched a ninja in red like a fly.

The corners of Yan Yan's mouth twitched, and the sound of bones shattering could be heard in his ears, but the black-clothed ninja shot up as soon as he landed, and swiftly flew up again. At the same time, the exits at both ends of the alley, the Dozens of black gun barrels protruded from the roof at the same time, with tongues of flame gushing out and making loud noises, shooting wildly at Luke and the two of them.

Luke's white shirt was instantly torn apart by the cloth strips, and sparks burst out. Even though his dark and hard skin could bounce bullets away, he was still screaming in pain after being shot like rain.

But his female companion didn't have such an invulnerable body like his. The petite woman grunted, two bloody wounds were pierced by bullets on her lower abdomen and shoulder at the same time, and the blood splashed, which made the ambushing gunman even more excited, laughing wildly and shooting at the woman .

There was a fine sound of "Ding Ding Dang Dang...", and sparks burst from the dark and strong back. At the critical moment, Luke Cage dodged to cover the injured woman under his body, roared, and ran wildly with his head bowed against the hail of bullets.

The sound of "cracking" was like heavy rain hitting the window eaves, the dark muscles flew the bullets, and Luke Cage rushed out of the encirclement of ninjas like a running black tank.

"Chasing!" The red-clothed ninja raised her brows and jumped forward first.

The red-clothed ninjas followed her neatly like a swarm of bees, and only one ninja remained, bending down to grab the metal box in the hands of the Russians on the ground.

As soon as his hand touched the box, the ninja suddenly became alert, but it was obviously too late, a long knife had already pierced through his back neatly, and pierced through his chest.

The ninja tried hard to turn his head, but he could only see a vague shadow masked by a black cloth, his neck felt cold, and his eyes suddenly fell into darkness.

The corpse instantly turned into countless powders and disappeared without a trace. Yan Yan looked natural, obviously not the first time he saw this scene.

"What's so good about fighting and killing! Money is the most important thing!" He muttered in a low voice, picked up the metal box on the ground, and the heavy weight immediately made him smile with satisfaction, "So I said, the cleaning station Field is the most promising career in the world!"

After looking around for a while, he left quickly along the street corner.

What a night.

(End of this chapter)