"Mr. Lankhov, please, help me!"

On the roof of a five-story meat processing factory in Manhattan's Meatpacking District, Patra, the burly lobby manager, fell to his knees, begging frantically to two blond men.

This is a stronghold of the Russian gang in Manhattan. This factory looks like a meat processing plant, but is actually filled with gangsters and countless underground activities that violate the law.

The two brothers Vladimir Lankhov and Anatoly Lankhov, as the bosses of the Russian gangs in the New York underworld, were watching with cold eyes the men pleading at their feet.

They knew Patra. After all, the entire Russian population in Manhattan, regardless of the upper class or the lower-class gangsters, could all be related to him.

In tonight's big drama, the two of them also contributed a lot to their boss.

But when Patra was dragged to the rooftop by the boss's personal bodyguard "Bullseye" Dex and thrown in front of the two of them, the Rankov brothers, who were still relieved that they had completed the task assigned by the boss, immediately fell into

In a state of confusion.

Especially after learning from Patra's mouth that he almost messed up the boss's plan, the two famous ruthless men in the New York underground gang instantly fell into panic.

How dare they agree to each other's request at this time? The two brothers looked at each other uneasily and couldn't help but take two steps back, away from that damn bastard.

Don't let him get involved!

The sound of engines sounded in the night, and three black Cadillac SUVs drove here quickly.

Although the nights in Manhattan are full of passion, no one would come to this place full of crime and gangsters.

So the three cars were so eye-catching in the night.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The car stopped downstairs in the factory building, the sound of opening and closing the doors quickly sounded, and countless bodyguards in black walked out of the car with cold expressions.

They quickly gathered around the luxury Escalade in the middle. When the door opened, Alvin and his butler stepped out of the car.

"Felix, go check out the results of the Lankhovs first!"

"Yes, Mr. Hammer!"

The old housekeeper disappeared into the shadow of the building with a few bodyguards, and Ivan looked up to the roof, his expression quickly turned cold.

Gwen Stacy refused his request to send him home, so he had to return here alone.

He was supposed to put on a good show of a hero saving a beauty tonight!

However, the pretentious drama in the early stage was relatively successful, but at the last moment, the damn lobby manager had an accident, although he was disrupted by that fat little Ned.

But that's not why he shouted his name!

He may let his own plan be exposed, or it may cause the risk of system task failure!

No matter how small this risk is, it is not something he can tolerate.

"Mr. Hammer!"

When Ivan appeared on the rooftop, the three Russians all greeted him, while Dex on the side remained cold and quiet as always.

Patra didn't hesitate at this time, and almost rolled to Ivan's feet. His burly body cowered, and he begged for mercy with regret and pain on his face.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hammer, please forgive me, I..."

Ivan didn't listen to his excuse at all. His hands instantly reached forward and grabbed the opponent's collar. The strong man of more than 230 kilograms was easily lifted.

Looking into each other's frightened eyes, Ivan said coldly: "You deserve to die!"

"boom!"

The strong body was thrown out like a doll by Alvin and hit the parapet on the roof of the building.

You must know that Alvin, who is a descendant of the night elves, is not physically as thin as his slender body reflects.

This race is an opponent that can fight the Asgardian protoss, and it does not belong to the category of ordinary people!

Before Patra could adapt to the painful shock in his body, he was horrified to see Alvin walking up.

Immediately, fists hit his body like raindrops, and the huge force left him no room to resist.

All he could hear was screams of pain and blood and flesh flying everywhere.

The Lankhov brothers standing aside couldn't help but take two steps back. They wished they could become transparent people and not be noticed by their furious boss.

The scene in front of them was bloody enough, but that was not the reason why the two of them were afraid.

The two brothers, who had seen Ai Wen's true power, only had boundless fear in their hearts towards this young boss who had conquered them.

Soon, Patra could no longer scream, leaving only a weak groan of pain, proving that he was still alive.

Alvin stood up straight and pulled open his collar, revealing a white shirt that had been soaked in blood.

Pulling up Patra's already somewhat inhuman body, Ivan said coldly: "Stand up straight!"

Even though he was already on his deathbed, the strong feeling of fear still prompted Patra, who had no ability to think, to try to stand upright.

Ivan smiled coldly and yanked Patra's collar. The poor man standing on the roof of the building followed this strong force and his whole body climbed over the parapet and fell to the ground!

"boom!"

The black SUV was flattened by the roof of the vehicle. Glass and car body fragments were scattered in all directions, and the poor man was too dead to die.

The startled bodyguards glanced towards the top of the building, and when they saw their boss's cold face looking down, they quickly regained their composure.

The bodies were quickly cleaned up, and the smashed vehicles were quickly towed away, as if everything had been rehearsed countless times.

"Vladimir!"

The elder brother of the Lankhov brothers trembled. Hearing the boss's voice calling him, he immediately stepped forward and stood respectfully in front of Alvin.

"boss!"

Ivan took out his handkerchief, wiped the blood on his hands and face, and asked in a cold voice: "How is the investigation of the dock incident going?"

As if what happened just now was just an afternoon tea, insignificant and not worth mentioning!

"Boss, we have captured an Irishman. According to your wishes, you can interrogate him personally." Vladimir's attitude was extremely respectful.

"Well, bring him up!"

After hearing Ivan's words, Anatole, the younger brother of the Rankkhov brothers, immediately walked to the iron door leading to the downstairs from the roof, said a word quickly, and saw a man with bruises on his face.

The white man was brought up.

Anatoly grabbed the other person fiercely and brought him to Ivan.

"His name is Grotto, he's one of those Irish guys, and he was involved in what happened last night!"

Looking at the blood-spattered remains on the roof and Ivan covered in blood, the Irishman Grotto showed a disdainful laugh.

"Are you deliberately showing off to me? You think you can scare me. You underestimate us Irish people too much."

Immediately, his eyes scanned Ivan's body back and forth, and he suddenly laughed and said: "Haha, Rankkhov, this is the boss hidden behind you. It turns out that he is such an underage pretty boy. What are you Russians?"

Is it time to become a babysitter?"

The Lankhov brothers didn't dare to argue. They just looked at the idiot in front of them with sympathy.

I'm already upset enough tonight, and Ivan doesn't want to waste any more time on these wastes.

He raised his right hand slightly, and a red light emerged out of thin air, wrapping around Grotto's hands.

The other party looked at this scene in shock, not yet understanding what was going on.

Starting from the fingertips of his hands, the skin, flesh, and nails instantly turned into fly ash, peeling off the finger bones quickly, like gravel, and scattered in the air.

"ah!!!"

Severe pain instantly invaded his brain, and Grotto's miserable screams rang through the night.
Chapter completed!