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Chapter 269
chapter 0154 part 3
"Come, Kane, I said I'd give you a welcome dinner. How about you taste this camel that was roasted for a day and a night?"
Kane was straightforward. He took the silver Fork from Tang Song's hand, directly put the egg into his mouth in one bite, chewed a couple of times, and swallowed it.
"Still not as comfortable as eating a large Steak!"
Hearing Kane's words, Tang Song laughed heartily and told the chefs to continue serving large Steaks and Roasted Dinosaur Meat Skewers...
............
Just as Tang Song was holding the welcome dinner party for Kane.
Everyone under all the bosses in New York,
plus Tang Song's own Cleaners and the forces of other Outer Leaders, had all been dispatched. Their sole purpose was to find the guy Boss Tang was looking for.
In New York, which was already not peaceful at night, thugs could be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys, riding motorcycles and running around with photos of Alexander Corvinus.
The Street Racers roaring past also lost interest in mugging people.
Instead, they were constantly staring at elderly people on the streets and in shops, especially white-haired white people.
When they saw someone who looked similar to the person in the photos, they would step forward and stop them, pinning them against the wall for careful comparison.
What was strange to these elderly white men who suffered undeserved harassment was that these young thugs unexpectedly didn't show any weapons or try to steal their wallets.
At most, after discovering they weren't the person in the photos, they would impolitely spit at them.
The Police Officers at the New York Police Department (NYPD) were also frustrated after receiving the reports.
When they first received the reports, they would call nearby Police Officers on duty to check the situation.
But as this situation, where no money was stolen and no physical harm was done, only rudeness, spread to all districts of New York,
Police Stations in various jurisdictions across New York received at least a hundred such calls in one night.
Not only were they puzzled, but some Vigilantes were also puzzled!
............
In a brightly lit convenience store, two Black Persons wearing Leather Jackets with letters tattooed on their heads burst in.
The Asian young man working as the cashier's first reaction was to raise his hands and shout:
"The Money is in the cash register..."
"Hey, Yellow... Asian kid, we're not robbers. Have you seen this person in the photos? Think clearly before you speak!"
A Black Strong Man spread out the crumpled photos in his hand and asked him fiercely.
When he was about to shout "yellow-skinned monkey" as he usually would, his accomplice beside him heavily elbowed him from behind. He quickly changed his words and used a different appellation.
This wasn't Kingpin's New York anymore. He didn't want to be dragged away by those Cleaners one day and sent to that person's dining table!
"No, I haven't seen him!"
The Asian young man looked at the unfamiliar face in the photos and shook his head.
"F*ck you!"
While the Asian young man was trembling with fear, the two Black Persons cursed and then left in a hurry.
Before the Asian young man could lower his hands, the convenience store's Gate was pushed open again.
This time, two white Big men came in, and they were both holding Guns.
"The Money is in the cash register, I can get it for you!"
The white Big man directly reached into his Pocket and pulled out a photo.
"Have you seen this person?"
The Asian young man looked at the photos. Although they were much flatter than the photos the two Black Persons had, he could still tell it was the same person.
The Asian young man quickly shook his head! Not getting the information they wanted, the two white Big men didn't waste words. They directly put their hands holding Guns into their Pockets and turned to leave.
"Phew!"
This time, the Asian young man finally lowered his hands. He had just let out a sigh of relief and was wondering about the identity of the Elder in the photos when,
the convenience store's door was pushed open again. The two Strong men who came in this time were one Black Person and one white. From their expressions, they were clearly not customers coming to shop.
The Asian young man skillfully raised his hands.
...........
"The entire New York Gangs are in chaos. Who exactly are you looking for?"
On the Rooftop of a Tall building, Matt Murdock, wearing a dark red tight suit, had transformed into Daredevil in the night.
He was interrogating the Strong man in front of him, who was beaten black and blue.
"Mumble mumble..." The Strong man shook his head, lying on the ground. Although his face was beaten like a pig's head, he refused to speak no matter what.
Matt Murdock walked over, directly grabbed the Strong man's ankle, and forcibly dragged him to the edge of the Rooftop while he was in terror.
Then, grabbing his ankle, he lifted him up headfirst.
"I'll ask again, who exactly are you looking for?"
"Ahhhh~"
The Strong man was hung upside down from the top of the hundred-meter-tall Tall building, terrified, he let out piercing screams.
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you! Pull me up, I'll tell you..."
"The person in the photos, it seems he hired a Hired Gun to assassinate the Big Boss in Monaco.
I heard Lane offered a sky-high Bounty. Now, not just in New York, but also in Los Angeles, San Francisco, and Washington, many people are looking for him!"
The Strong man was lifted onto the Rooftop, panting heavily. Seeing Daredevil about to throw him down again, he quickly spoke.
"Big Boss, you mean Tang!?"
"Right, right! Besides him, who in the entire New York dares to call himself the Big Boss!"
The Strong man wiped the cold sweat from his Forehead, and incidentally curled his Foot back, hiding his wet pant leg.
"Do you have this person's Whereabouts? If you have any information, you can tell me.
Don't worry, I don't want a single cent of the Bounty on the Black Market, I'll give it all to you!"
Matt Murdock looked amusedly at the thug in front of him who had just been scared so badly he wet his pants.
"You don't want the Money, so what do you want?"
"Of course, the chance to work for the Big Boss!"
The Strong man's expression, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, left Matt Murdock completely silent.
............
"No information? How are you people doing your job? Alexander is your direct leader in the New York branch, and you can't find him?"
Inside the New York branch of the Bureau for Paranormal Defense, the Bald Supervisor Kate Corrigan, who had been transferred from Headquarters to handle this Accident, stood with her hands on her hips, huffing and scolding the Agents in the branch.
Beside her, a tall figure wearing a tall, arm-baring Trench Coat was impatiently pacing back and forth.
His red Skin, demonic face, and two broken horns on his head made the Agents in the New York branch swallow nervously.
(end of chapter)
"Come, Kane, I said I'd give you a welcome dinner. How about you taste this camel that was roasted for a day and a night?"
Kane was straightforward. He took the silver Fork from Tang Song's hand, directly put the egg into his mouth in one bite, chewed a couple of times, and swallowed it.
"Still not as comfortable as eating a large Steak!"
Hearing Kane's words, Tang Song laughed heartily and told the chefs to continue serving large Steaks and Roasted Dinosaur Meat Skewers...
............
Just as Tang Song was holding the welcome dinner party for Kane.
Everyone under all the bosses in New York,
plus Tang Song's own Cleaners and the forces of other Outer Leaders, had all been dispatched. Their sole purpose was to find the guy Boss Tang was looking for.
In New York, which was already not peaceful at night, thugs could be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys, riding motorcycles and running around with photos of Alexander Corvinus.
The Street Racers roaring past also lost interest in mugging people.
Instead, they were constantly staring at elderly people on the streets and in shops, especially white-haired white people.
When they saw someone who looked similar to the person in the photos, they would step forward and stop them, pinning them against the wall for careful comparison.
What was strange to these elderly white men who suffered undeserved harassment was that these young thugs unexpectedly didn't show any weapons or try to steal their wallets.
At most, after discovering they weren't the person in the photos, they would impolitely spit at them.
The Police Officers at the New York Police Department (NYPD) were also frustrated after receiving the reports.
When they first received the reports, they would call nearby Police Officers on duty to check the situation.
But as this situation, where no money was stolen and no physical harm was done, only rudeness, spread to all districts of New York,
Police Stations in various jurisdictions across New York received at least a hundred such calls in one night.
Not only were they puzzled, but some Vigilantes were also puzzled!
............
In a brightly lit convenience store, two Black Persons wearing Leather Jackets with letters tattooed on their heads burst in.
The Asian young man working as the cashier's first reaction was to raise his hands and shout:
"The Money is in the cash register..."
"Hey, Yellow... Asian kid, we're not robbers. Have you seen this person in the photos? Think clearly before you speak!"
A Black Strong Man spread out the crumpled photos in his hand and asked him fiercely.
When he was about to shout "yellow-skinned monkey" as he usually would, his accomplice beside him heavily elbowed him from behind. He quickly changed his words and used a different appellation.
This wasn't Kingpin's New York anymore. He didn't want to be dragged away by those Cleaners one day and sent to that person's dining table!
"No, I haven't seen him!"
The Asian young man looked at the unfamiliar face in the photos and shook his head.
"F*ck you!"
While the Asian young man was trembling with fear, the two Black Persons cursed and then left in a hurry.
Before the Asian young man could lower his hands, the convenience store's Gate was pushed open again.
This time, two white Big men came in, and they were both holding Guns.
"The Money is in the cash register, I can get it for you!"
The white Big man directly reached into his Pocket and pulled out a photo.
"Have you seen this person?"
The Asian young man looked at the photos. Although they were much flatter than the photos the two Black Persons had, he could still tell it was the same person.
The Asian young man quickly shook his head! Not getting the information they wanted, the two white Big men didn't waste words. They directly put their hands holding Guns into their Pockets and turned to leave.
"Phew!"
This time, the Asian young man finally lowered his hands. He had just let out a sigh of relief and was wondering about the identity of the Elder in the photos when,
the convenience store's door was pushed open again. The two Strong men who came in this time were one Black Person and one white. From their expressions, they were clearly not customers coming to shop.
The Asian young man skillfully raised his hands.
...........
"The entire New York Gangs are in chaos. Who exactly are you looking for?"
On the Rooftop of a Tall building, Matt Murdock, wearing a dark red tight suit, had transformed into Daredevil in the night.
He was interrogating the Strong man in front of him, who was beaten black and blue.
"Mumble mumble..." The Strong man shook his head, lying on the ground. Although his face was beaten like a pig's head, he refused to speak no matter what.
Matt Murdock walked over, directly grabbed the Strong man's ankle, and forcibly dragged him to the edge of the Rooftop while he was in terror.
Then, grabbing his ankle, he lifted him up headfirst.
"I'll ask again, who exactly are you looking for?"
"Ahhhh~"
The Strong man was hung upside down from the top of the hundred-meter-tall Tall building, terrified, he let out piercing screams.
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you! Pull me up, I'll tell you..."
"The person in the photos, it seems he hired a Hired Gun to assassinate the Big Boss in Monaco.
I heard Lane offered a sky-high Bounty. Now, not just in New York, but also in Los Angeles, San Francisco, and Washington, many people are looking for him!"
The Strong man was lifted onto the Rooftop, panting heavily. Seeing Daredevil about to throw him down again, he quickly spoke.
"Big Boss, you mean Tang!?"
"Right, right! Besides him, who in the entire New York dares to call himself the Big Boss!"
The Strong man wiped the cold sweat from his Forehead, and incidentally curled his Foot back, hiding his wet pant leg.
"Do you have this person's Whereabouts? If you have any information, you can tell me.
Don't worry, I don't want a single cent of the Bounty on the Black Market, I'll give it all to you!"
Matt Murdock looked amusedly at the thug in front of him who had just been scared so badly he wet his pants.
"You don't want the Money, so what do you want?"
"Of course, the chance to work for the Big Boss!"
The Strong man's expression, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, left Matt Murdock completely silent.
............
"No information? How are you people doing your job? Alexander is your direct leader in the New York branch, and you can't find him?"
Inside the New York branch of the Bureau for Paranormal Defense, the Bald Supervisor Kate Corrigan, who had been transferred from Headquarters to handle this Accident, stood with her hands on her hips, huffing and scolding the Agents in the branch.
Beside her, a tall figure wearing a tall, arm-baring Trench Coat was impatiently pacing back and forth.
His red Skin, demonic face, and two broken horns on his head made the Agents in the New York branch swallow nervously.
(end of chapter)
