Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

Chapter 12 Answer Wrong
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, I'm glad to meet you, I'm glad to meet you, ah, you're here too, okay, okay, feed your friends over there, do you want to eat apples? You..."

Wandering among the crowd, Rolando was hospitable and made many good friends, which made all of Jin Bin's men stupid. From time to time, someone would accidentally end up with an apple in his hand for no apparent reason, or Half a banana or something, and on the other side, Jin Bin's face was almost unbearable, and he could see water dripping from his eyes.

"My face is as sinking as water. I just understood the meaning of this word today."

Roland was quite natural, and walked to Jinpin with a smile: "Don't be angry, great monk, do you want to give you a gift?"

"Monk? Why do you think I can be kind and meditative like a monk? Roland, you should have arrived four hours ago!"

"Look at you, you're in a hurry."

After glancing at Jinpin, Roland seemed not to notice, and he smiled and took out a box with a bow tie from the bag that Wesley had brought to him to hold the money.

"Shh, accept it quietly, I didn't prepare a gift for anyone else!"

Jin Bin's expression was so fierce that Wesley didn't dare to look directly at him, but he still accepted Roland's gift. After taking a deep breath, he pulled off the strap and took a look.

Inside is a hat.

Hat with wig.

"Roland——!! You are looking for death!"

"Shh!"

Roland was more arrogant than him: "Do you know what this is! This is a magic item! Do you know what magic is? I tell you! This thing..."

Sticking to the reluctant Jin Bin's ear, Roland boasted about automatic hair growth, the feeling of half-real hair, elegance, chicness, masculinity...

Jin Bing gritted his teeth after hearing this, and once suspected that he had been deeply mocked, but looking at Roland's expression and tone, he seemed to be serious!
"Then I'd like to thank you very much! Roland!!"

"You're welcome."

After taking a bite of the apple, Roland looked at his wrist: "When will we set off? I've been waiting for a long time."

"You? Waited? For a long time?!"

"correct."

With a bang, Kingpin smashed the table and said word by word: "Go now!"

………………

The plan against the Manfredi family has actually been going on since Kingpin first started to mingle in this city.

No one may believe it, but Kingpin, who was still just a fledgling king at that time, had already regarded Manfredi, who had dominated the city for more than 20 years, as his future opponent and a major obstacle to his domination of the entire city. .

Jin is not as vulgar as his appearance suggests. On the contrary, he is an extremely delicate and calm person.

Knowing that he was completely unable to compete with Manfredi on his own, Kingpin had been disguising himself as non-threatening for many years, giving the entire gang considerable room for development.

But now, he was finally exposed. Because unknowingly, the name Kingpin has become the name second only to Manfredi in the underground world of this city.

It can be considered that he was forced to go to war. Kingpin knew in his heart that it was far better to take the initiative to hammer fate than to be forced to meet it. He wanted to choose by himself. Even if he lost, he had to choose how to face death.

Today is that day.

However, it was different from the previous situation of risking everything and risking one's life. With the addition of an unexpected new force like Roland, Jin Bin felt that his side's chance of victory seemed to be greater.

The premise is...

Jin Bin looked at Roland, who was putting on his hood with an excited look on his face.

The premise is that this guy is really on his side.

"Roland."

Apart from the driver, there were only two people in Jinpin's car, he and Roland. After calling out to Roland, Jinpin looked at Roland, who had a pair of ignorant eyes exposed from the gangster mask, and how he got angry. He paused and suppressed his inner feelings. Jin Bin, who was filled with unknown fire, continued: "Wait a minute, what are you going to do?"

Jin Bin felt that no matter what, at least at this moment, Roland could be regarded as his ally. Since there was a common enemy and there was absolutely no chance of failure, no matter how annoying Roland was, what an ally should do was still necessary. To do.

For example, exchange of intelligence, strategic deployment, corresponding plans, enemy information, etc., but Jin did not expect to hear such an outrageous answer.

"Simple, keep your people away from me. I will use my hands. As long as I can move, I will treat them equally."

? ? ? what is this? Infinitely resurrected self-destructing infantry? A walking poison gas diffuser? Only immunize yourself against living infectious agents?

After confirming that Roland was not talking nonsense, Kingpin pinched his nose and agreed with Roland's battle plan, if it could really be called a battle plan.

With a squeak, or possibly a skr, the car stopped at the corner of a building.

In the car, Kingpin said to Roland for the last time: "This is one of our targets. Everyone with this kind of tattoo is Man..."

"Okay, you are such a gangster brother, there is so much nonsense."

"Fake!"

"Bye~"

Roland climbed out of the car window with lightning speed. Roland, who was dressed in black, waved his hand and disappeared into the night.

In the car, the driver was sweating profusely and the steering wheel squeaked with both hands. He felt that he was likely to be silenced today because his boss, Jin Bin, seemed not to be in the right state.

"Let's go. Go to Manfredi's headquarters."

The voice was very calm, but when starting the car, the driver inadvertently glanced at Jin Bin in the mirror.

Manfredi is really in trouble, because Kingpin is very angry now.

…………

It looks like a large household manufacturing company, but in fact, this place controlled by Manfredi is the location of the final assembly process for reselling laundry detergent.

Here, they will separate the washing powder into bags, package it, smear it with palm oil, wrap it with black tape into thin strips of fixed weight and shape, stuff them into various wooden furniture, assemble them, and load them to the dock. .

Manfredi's work was meticulous enough. All the workers here could not speak English. Everyone was a foreigner. The confidentiality measures were taken to the extreme. However, after all, Kingpin was also in the laundry detergent business and they were in the same city. After a few years of mental calculation and unintentional calculation, Kingpin still found this place.

In the workshop, supervisors armed with guns and masks were casually patrolling left and right. The bare-chested workers were holding various tools and went through processes like an assembly line to pack thin strips of laundry detergent into the furniture.

It's like this every day, 365 days a year.

Even power outages caused by excessive power consumption are as usual.

In the darkness, the supervisor holding a tactical flashlight in his back hand yelled loudly as always, urging the circuit to be repaired quickly. Suddenly, a small stone broke the glass from the outside of the window and was thrown in.

"Who! Who!"

Turning the flashlight over there, there was a hole in the glass.

"Red, is that you Red?"

In the darkness, he vaguely saw Reid's raised hand.

"Fake! You'd better speak earlier next time, you're not mute..."

wrong!

Seeing Red's head tilted to the side, the supervisor hurriedly raised his gun. As soon as his finger moved to the trigger, the cold touch on his neck made his hair tighten and he shed a large amount of cold sweat.

At this time, an arm passed over the head from behind, slowly, slowly, went around in front of the body, stretched out a finger, and turned off the safety.

At the same time, a voice pressed against his ear and said to him gently: "Don't be afraid, I only ask one question."

"Okay, okay, you, you can ask..."

"What's your last name?"

"...Nyari..."

"Ugh……"

The voice sighed: "That's not right~ Your last name should be Manfredi."

After that, there was a hissing sound, and the overseer fell to the ground, revealing a figure dressed in black standing behind him.

"Whose name is this? Whose surname is Manfredi?"

(End of this chapter)