Marvel's Mulgore Inn

Chapter 44 Number One and the Threat

The earth-shattering loud noise did not wake up the sleeping Cows - the expensive soundproof materials in the room blocked the outside sound very well.

But the whole hotel was shaking, which made him jump up and stare out the window.

"earthquake?"

Open the window, it's still early, and it's quiet outside.Only a few rude guys poked their heads out of the window cursing and shooting outside with submachine guns.

There were no sirens, no ambulances, and no riots like an earthquake.

"What happened?" Cows thought for a while, but decided to go downstairs to have a look.

Just walking to the stairs in pajamas and slippers, I saw a huge body sitting on the high chair in front of the counter - Jin Bing!
The boss and the lobby manager were not there, so Jiali naturally took over the role of waiter. She was holding a large bottle of morning dew wine and pouring it into the glass, and she was still worried: "This glass of wine is 20 yuan... "

very good!As expected of a little apprentice brought out by my uncle Bloodhoof himself!A glass of morning dew wine is priced at ten dollars. Seeing that the other party is either rich or expensive, no matter what their background is, they all sit down and raise the price, whether they like to drink or not.

Kim didn't mind the price of the drink, he put a bill down on the counter and picked up the glass.The glass was as small as an oral liquid in his big hand, and little Carrie worried that he might accidentally throw the glass down her throat.

"Yo, good morning, Cous!"

"Good morning, Wilson!" Cows walked down the stairs and looked outside curiously. "What happened? Did an earthquake happen in New York?"

"Oh, it's nothing serious, it's just that one of Alexei's underground warehouses caught fire and was blown up, and the insurance paid him $50."

——The more you talk, the more outrageous it becomes.

Having been in the arms smuggling business for half his life, if the arms warehouse of Alexei, a Russian arms dealer, was so prone to fire, he would have lost his trousers long ago.Not to mention insurance...

Um?Insurance?

Which insurance company has the guts to be so fat?Even dare to protect the munitions warehouse?
Cows, who had just woken up, finally came to his senses, what 50 insurance compensation?Looking at the smile on Jin Bin's face, at least not less than [-] tons of explosives, right?
Reminiscent of the ridicule and encouragement to Jin Bing yesterday, no need to ask, the underworld boss actually listened to it, and carried out "more in-depth" activities with "imagination".

——So he planted a large amount of explosives in the expected locations, and then detonated directly, regardless of the various underground projects such as sewers and cables.

All in all, his strides were "quite big."

...well, it's none of my business!

"This is your information fee!" Jin took out a check and put it on the counter, "Cawus, I know you are a very thoughtful guy, you may not pay attention to this amount of money, but this You deserve it..."

"Who said I didn't pay attention? What I lack is money!" Couss secretly complained, while pretending to be careless, he quickly put away the check, and did not forget to glance at the number on the check.

"Fuck! 50 million?"

Boss atmosphere!The boss is bright!

Well, when Matt Murdoch or Frank Castor wants to kill you in the future, I will definitely protect you once-this is the treatment that the number one deserves!
But Jin Bin's "sincerity" is not limited to these, he waved his hand, and several black suits walked in, each carrying a suitcase in his hand.

"Erica said that you have a special preference for a certain brand of cigarettes, so please accept these!"

The boxes were opened one by one, and hundreds of Yellow Crane Tower 1916s were packed to the brim.

It's no wonder that Jin Bing, a fat pig, can become the underground emperor of New York. With his skill in doing things and his unrestrained style, he deserves to be bigger and stronger!

When Cows was deeply moved, Frank came down from upstairs.

"Frank, there is a business..." Jin Bin went up to meet him, reaching out his big hand to shake hands with the punisher.But Frank passed by without looking back, and ignored Jin Bin.

"Okay!" Jin Bin's expression did not change at all, but he shrugged slightly regretfully.Facing Cows, he mocked himself, "This is a good sign. Frank didn't draw his gun on the spot, and he didn't open his mouth to scold 'you son of a bitch', I think it's already a very big improvement. Already!"

Kous looked at Jin Bin with a grin, but didn't make a sound.

The Punisher's wife and children died at the hands of the gangsters. Although they had nothing to do with Jin, with the Punisher's anti-hero style, there must have been extremely serious conflicts with Jin.Both are the ceiling of the human body, and it seems that neither of them has taken advantage of it.

The phone rang, Jin Bing picked up the phone, and immediately burst into a smile without any scruples.

"Good news, we 'dig' a ​​hole with dynamite and found a large iron gate!"

Jin put down the phone, and the next sentence made Cows narrow his eyes, "But none of us can get close to it, and whenever we get close to the gate, we will feel extremely scared..."

"Try using a bazooka?"

"Tried it!"

Knowing that only the iron fist that inherits the power of the dragon can open the door, Couss does not intend to deal with the "weakest iron fist in history" who is not so innocent, let alone at this time point, Danny Rand is still unknown. Have you returned from your studies?He thought for a while, "Someone said, 'There is no problem that cannot be solved by an explosion. If there is, it must be because the equivalent is not enough.'"

"This guy is very promising!" Jin Bin asked with great interest, "Who is he?"

"Who knew? All I know is that he has the nickname 'Ivan the Terrible' and is from the former Soviet Union."

Jin Bin made a haha, and asked tentatively, "Is there any other way?"

"Dig to the side?" Cows suggested, "Could it be that the whole room is made of metal? Maybe you'll find some cracks, or blank walls or something... By the way, get some nitric acid!"

"Is nitric acid bad?" Jin Bing asked in a discussing tone, "We usually use sulfuric acid!"

"Sulfuric acid will passivate when it encounters certain metals, but..." Cows had just answered half a sentence, and suddenly understood the meaning of Jin Bin's words. He shook his head helplessly, "Wilson, I Mom doesn't want you to kill people and destroy corpses, but to use strong acid to deal with that damned metal door!"

"Aha, I happen to have a chemical factory, and with a little adjustment of the process and raw materials, enough hydrofluoric acid can be produced!" Jin Bin suddenly became interested, "I can guarantee that it is more effective than nitric acid!"

A gang leader actually owns a chemical factory?Kau Si suddenly understood why gangs with a considerable scale in the movie would have their own chemical plants and docks. No need to ask, it must be used to reduce the cost of drug production, or to do something else...

Jin, who got the reminder, left the hotel with his men excitedly, but it didn't take long for Matt Murdoch to walk in dejectedly.

"I seem to smell Jin Bin's scent..."

Cows, who finally took the time to brush his teeth and wash his face, looked helpless, "I think you should change your nickname to Daredevil Dog, the dog's nose is not as sensitive as yours—are you injured, Matt? "

"I was beaten up by my teacher!" Murdoch looked frustrated, "He killed all the ninjas stationed in the Hand Association, and then I had to fight him in order to hold him back. I promised you , keep the teacher away from Beverly Hills."

Cows didn't make a sound, but just motioned for Carrie to take out the remaining morning dew wine.

"Give this thing to the old guy!" He took out the bag containing the two severed hands from the corner of the counter, "Tell him, don't come to New York to make trouble when you meet him next time, it won't be Momo Doc, but Frank Castor or—me!"

"Is this a threat?" A tall and thin old man walked in with a pomp and a stick.

(End of this chapter)