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Chapter 67 Teach Me to Handjob

New York, Brooklyn.

Amidst countless complaint calls, the shrill police sirens on the street sounded from night to dawn, gangsters were fighting, and countless dead people were killed. A building was horrifying like a concentration camp of prostitutes, full of corpses with distorted facial features. The interior of the other building was destroyed as if it had been trampled by tens of thousands of bison, and the ruins of reinforced concrete were everywhere.

This weird case caused headaches for the New York police, and in the next few days, all the officials in New York went crazy. There was unbridled fighting, and the streets were filled with the smell of gunpowder. Almost every day in the alleys of the streets of New York, there were more than a dozen corpses that had been shot into briquettes.

After a full week of turmoil, the unbearable New York police mobilized a large number of police forces to clean up a large area. Although there was no winner in the end, under the pressure of the government's tough measures, the major forces that divided up the money and the vast territory had a tacit understanding He stopped and began to consolidate his newly established territory.

While the major gangs in New York were fighting wildly, a nightclub under the Jinhe Group, which was originally managed by Mrs. Gorgon, did not cost Yan Yan a dime under her superb operating methods, and it was justifiable that Yan Yan's name was written on it. name.

In Queens District, two blocks away from Yan Yan’s small grocery store, the nightclub named Night Paris is inconspicuous among the many brightly lit buildings around. The dance floor was filled with marijuana smoke, and countless men and women wriggled and twisted tightly against each other under the shining lights.

In the corner is a handsome blond guy with a toothpick in his mouth. Wearing a denim jacket full of holes, he quietly looks around the audience with his hands on his chest. Whenever he sees a hot chick with a bumpy figure, his eyes suddenly pop Xixi bright.

When Yan Yan walked into the gate, the handsome blond guy grinned and greeted him with a smile. He rubbed his hands vigorously and smiled, "Boss! You're here! It's very calm today, no one who doesn't open his eyes is looking for something. !"

Yan Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face. This guy got into the mood really quickly. After Anthony personally led people to clean up all the gang forces around him, no one dared to come to this nightclub to seek trouble again.

This sloppy blond handsome guy is Anthony who has become his follower, or he should be called the imitation master in Marvel. Anthony has a camera-like visual memory and can copy exactly the actions he sees, although He has no superpowers, but in terms of combat skills, he is definitely the first-class master in the Marvel world.

"Where's Sisina?" Yan Yan nodded in satisfaction and asked.

Sisina is the name of Mrs. Gorgon in the Hand. It is taken from the snake demon sisters in Greek mythology. Most of the ninjas in the Hand are pure tools who are proficient in killing people. Few people can have their own names, and the names Representing the peak combat power of the Hand, like Erica, Sisina was already the most elite high-level ninja before being expelled from the Hand.

"The eldest sister is below!" Anthony pouted and said, after he challenged Sisina a dozen times in succession, and was easily defeated by Sisina each time, he had no choice but to agree with the status of the other's eldest sister.

Leading Yan Yan across the edge of the smoky dance floor, casually snapped on a nude sculpture, a secret door opened next to it, walked through a straight downward corridor, pushed open the heavy iron door at the end of the corridor, and a piece of clothing A simple Japanese-style martial arts field appeared in front of him. This field was originally the residence of the Hand in New York. It was precisely because of this that Yan Yan needed to use some means to take it down.

The tall and slender Sisina is wearing a black martial arts uniform and is playing with the silver Field's pistol. This pistol is not suitable for Yan Yan to use, but it matches Sisina very well, especially with the dwarf ninja she trained. A powerful lethal force.

Seeing Yan Yan come in, a seductive smile appeared on his cold face, Sisina's slender waist twisted, and she sat down beside Yan Yan very naturally, "Boss! You are so slow in coming! I am waiting for you." Anxious!"

Anthony sat upright by the side, and after the first time his eyeballs were dishonest and almost blinded by the wine Sisina handed him, he was very sensible and kept his eyes straight from then on.

Picking up a cup of tea and taking a sip, Yan Yan leaned back on the chair comfortably, stretched his arms and gently laid them on Sisina's shoulders, and said with a smile: "What happened? You are so anxious to inform me!" Although Paris is good, for Yan Yan, his grocery store is small but irreplaceable.

Biting her plump lips lightly, Sisina pouted her mouth and chuckled softly, "It's your old friend, the Russians in New York! They came here and wanted to reach some cooperation with us!"

"Vladimir?" Yan Yan raised his brows, and he glanced at Sisina, he had completely handed over the matters of the Hand to her, so why did he need to come forward? "You are the leader of the Hand now, just find someone to deal with it!"

But as soon as the words fell, Yan Yan understood Sisina's clever little thoughts.

Sisina is a flattering woman who is proficient in grasping a man's heart, and knows how to cater to a man very well. Yan Yan let her make up her own mind, but she is not stupid enough to make her own decisions and notify after the fact.

The whole person was half-hanging on Yan Yan's body, and Sisina's seductive eyeballs lightly glanced at Anthony, who was like a wooden stake next to him, and the latter immediately bounced off the sofa like a cat whose tail was stepped on, "Boss! I'm going Deal with the Russians!"

Seeing Anthony rushing out with great interest, Sisina chuckled suddenly, bit Yan Yan's earlobe and said softly, "Boss! I'm not very good at using this pistol, can you teach me how to do it?"

Yan Yan lay comfortably on the sofa, with a comfortable smile on his face, and raised his brows with a smirk, "Of course!! But! Well! Let's talk about my old friend first!"

The underground residence of the Hand Association is a Japanese-style building. There are many maze-like sliding doors that can be continuously combined into the required venues according to needs. After several reorganizations, Sisina brought Yan Yan to an elegant room.

In the next room, Vladimir, who had been waiting for a long time, muttered viciously in broken English with a Russian accent.

Changed into a black martial arts uniform, Anthony wore his black and white hockey mask, pushed the door into the room, and said in a cold voice, "Both of you! I'll give you 1 minute! Show your intentions!"

"Hmm! This Mr. Samurai..." Wearing a decent black suit, Anthony's tone made Vladimir's eyes flash with anger, but he still suppressed his anger and said emphatically, "I'm here to ask to see The leader of the Hand! Well! The real leader! I know that the Hand cooperated with Jinbin before, and now that Jinbin is dead, maybe we can reach some cooperation! I can offer you better conditions than Jinbin! But, I Only talk to your real leaders! Not a random pawn..."

"Little pawn? Hey!! No one has ever dared to talk to me like that!!" Anthony stood up slowly, staring at Vladimir with cold eyes behind the hockey mask, making no secret of his killing intent, cold Said, "Damn Russians! I advise you to get out now!! Otherwise, I might not be able to resist killing you!"

Vladimir's face suddenly became ugly. As the leader of Russia's power, no one dared to talk to him like this, especially after Jin Bin died, he was the most likely predator to become the underworld emperor in New York.

Anatoly stood up suddenly, took out an exaggerated pistol from his arm, and looked at Anthony without fear.

Yan Yan, who was watching in the Gobi, shrank his pupils slightly, and Anatoly's lost left arm suddenly turned into a metal arm with silver light. Behind Kimir was the Winter Soldier, gently playing with the wine glass in his hand with his fingers, Yan Yan's eyes shone faintly.

He suddenly remembered that Vladimir, who was already at the bottom of New York, had become the most favorable competitor of the New York underworld because of some powerful foreign aid, and Anatoly's metal arm suddenly made him think again. idea.

"Amway! Stop!" Although Vladimir was angry, he at least remembered that this is the base camp of the Hand. If there was a conflict here, the two of them would never rush out. He said, "I came here with good intentions, and I just wanted to make friends with the Hand, but I didn't expect you to have such an attitude! Hehe!! If that's the case, then we will leave!"

Vladimir's body under the suit was trembling slightly, and he roared angrily in his heart, this is New York, and he would let these damned ninjas know whose territory this is.

"Since the guns are all drawn out!! Don't entertain me! It will appear that we are very ignorant!" Anthony looked even more hostile, sneered in a low voice, and made a casual gesture. The three sliding doors around the room suddenly opened, and a group of people outside Rows of red-clothed ninjas stood upright like terracotta figurines, and their silent and solemn murderous aura suddenly made Vladimir's forehead burst into cold sweat.

"Mr. Samurai! I don't mean anything malicious, but if something happens to me here, it's not necessarily true!" Wiping the cold sweat from his brow, Vladimir threatened in a ferocious low voice, "Please don't forget My identity! The great Russians are as warm as fire to their friends and as cruel as winter to their enemies."

"No one has ever dared to threaten the Hand! Mr. Vladimir, you'd better take back your words, otherwise, I will cut off your tongue with my own hands!" The tingling voice suddenly sounded, followed by silk With Cinna's faint voice, the Hand ninjas around suddenly shot their weapons out of their bodies, and the cold knife light caused the temperature in the room to drop suddenly.

(End of this chapter)