Chapter 483： 【Paladin VS Gangster】

Just like the rich ethnic groups, the gangs in the United States are also diverse, the Italian mafia, the Irish gang, the Chinese gang, the Russian gang...

Most of their members are low-level immigrants from various countries. They lack knowledge, work and income. They can only use this most primitive form of organization to survive and fight under the normal social order.

These various gangsters are interspersed behind the bustling city, in the underground world full of alcohol, drugs and prostitutes, depicting the **** and violent side of this country with ink.

Artyom Ivanov was the leader of a Russian gangster, Belarus 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 block in New York, and whenever 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 moustache as he walked down his street.

This middle-aged man is none other than Anton Vanke, the chief technology officer of Stark Industries. He is wearing a trench coat and black hat, as if he is one with the surrounding night.

Although Ivanov is the gang leader here, he understands that compared to the top executives of the Stark Industry Group, his power is nothing.

What's more, Ivanov thinks this is a perfect opportunity. He and Anton Vanke are half compatriots. If he can help, I believe that Anton Vanke can definitely make his influence in the New York Underworld go further. .

"...The other party is two people, a white man named Duflan and an Indian named Cinchrub, who live in a hotel not far from here." Anton Vanke said, handing out an envelope at the same time. "More detailed information is here."

Ivanov opened the envelope, which contained a document 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: "Want to kill them?"

"Of course. But what's more important is what they have in their hands, a glowing blue cobblestone. If nothing else, they should put it in a square box, bring him to me, and you will get more rewards. "Anton Vanke paused, "and my friendship."

Ivanov immediately patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Vanke, within three days, I will definitely bring the things to you!"

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 keep hands and feet clean, I don't want the headline of the newspaper to be 'Anton Vanke and the New York Gangs' one day ."

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In the night view of Manhattan, the sky is drizzling.

Duflan and Hinchrub came out of the bar, the latter was slightly drunk and burped a few times.

"This is your first time at a bar?" Dufrein couldn't help but said, opening his umbrella at the same time.

Xinqirube nodded and opened his umbrella: "You may not know that before joining the Knights, I was a half-primitive, fighting beasts in the Indian jungle. What about you, Dufrean, I listen Say you used to be a banker."

"Yes." Du Fran carried a briefcase and walked under the neon light, reluctant to talk about his past, "but that's a thing of the past."

"By the way, if the Soviets didn't send someone to **** the energy stone, what should we do?" Hinchrub said suddenly.

"Then let's go to the Stark Building to talk again." Dufrean said without hesitation, "but this is a small probability event."

"If there is a profit of 300%, the capitalists are even willing to sell the rope to hang themselves. Faced with such a major profit trade-off, even ordinary people are likely to choose this method, let alone Anton Vanke. people."

After a pause, Dufran said again: "As long as they come to the door. We have one more bargaining chip."

Cinchrub nodded.

On the brightly lit streets of New York, the two of them were walking with umbrellas in hand. Du Fulan seemed to have suddenly noticed something and slowed down.

Immediately, he reached out and took out a pair of sunglasses from his arms and put them on, then turned to look.

As soon as he put on the sunglasses, Du Fulan's eyes burst out with a bright golden light, and the Eye of Reckoning glanced at the pedestrians behind him under the cover of the sunglasses.

Soon he smiled: "Come on."

In Shengguang's vision, the pedestrians who are busy with traffic have lost all kinds of appearances and skins, revealing the good and evil that haunt 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 are quite eye-catching.

More importantly, these blood-red figures almost all followed behind Duflan and Hinchrub, sneaking.

Xin Qilubu also put on his sunglasses, opened the Eye of Reckoning and glanced behind him, and soon found these following thugs.

"You're right, Dufrein!" He couldn't help but exclaim, "What shall we do next?"

"Help them find a quiet place." Du Fran said lightly and then turned around as if nothing had happened, and walked towards the place with few people.

Not far behind them, a bald man whispered to the person beside him, "Boss, I feel like they have noticed us."

"So what if you notice?" said Artyom Ivanov. "We have twenty good hands and guns. Are we afraid of them both?"

"Ok."

"Let's be careful about that Indian. I think he may be 1.9 meters tall." Ivanov said, "Let's go, brothers."

"Ulla."

A group of gangsters followed Duflan from a distance, turning around in the streets of New York. As they were far away from the downtown area and the darkness deepened, the number of pedestrians around them gradually became sparse.

After a while, they came to a quiet and deserted path.

"Boss, I think this is a good place, let's do it here," said a gang member.

Looking around, Ivanov also felt that this place was quiet and remote, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and it was a good place to kill people. He nodded, "Get ready!"

A group of gang members quickened their pace one after another, and approached Duflan and the two who were walking in front, and soon the distance between them was less than fifty meters.

At this moment, something they didn't expect happened.

Duflan and Xinqilubu, who were walking in front, stopped in unison, turned around, and took off the sunglasses on their eyes.

Following their movements, four lines of sight surging with golden light emerged from under the cover of the sunglasses, looking directly at the gangsters on the other side of the street.

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