Sentinel

Chapter 321 Appearance
Trevor never thought that his acting career could continue, and he was still playing the same role. He was hijacked and escaped by Jackson Norris, who was disguised as an ABC reporter, and got into a prison van full of militants. .

To be honest, this cunning and slippery third-rate actor is not willing to leave the prison and regain his freedom in this way.He knew that cooperating with this gang of dangerous people would definitely take a huge risk, and he might be taken over by the Avengers anytime soon.

Last time, I was not implicated by Killian, because I was favored by the goddess of luck, but once again, I will not be so lucky.

It's just that he can't help himself now. Trevor doesn't have the ability to be pointed at the head with a gun and speak hard enough, so he has to sit in the prison van honestly and wear a black hood.

As for the prison that was attacked, the interior was already in chaos. Dozens of prison guards fell in a pool of blood. Many fierce prisoners took advantage of this opportunity to overthrow several prison guards, seize the keys to the cells, and release more prisoners. It was foreseeable that a riot would be inevitable.

The car engine started slowly, the tires rubbed against the ground, and no one spoke. In this dull atmosphere, after driving for about 10 minutes, Trevor was pushed out of the car, and then changed to another car , The journey this time should be half an hour, and it didn't take long for a lively noise to come in, which was mixed with a lot of voices communicating in Chinese.

"Get out of the car. Remember to be quiet." Jackson took off the other party's black hood and threatened in a low voice.

Trevor looked terrified. He changed his yellow prison uniform, and then opened the car door. What greeted his eyes were the big red lanterns hanging above, and rows of Chinese restaurants and shops.This is Chinatown.

The lower city at the southern end of Manhattan is a living area dominated by Chinese and overseas Chinese. The reason for the formation of such a gathering place is mainly because the "Chinese Exclusion Act" was passed in California, and the Chinese who were excluded and persecuted It had to move to the east coast, and later, as the population gradually increased, it became Chinatown over time.

The residents living in this area are almost all Chinese, and the main sources are Guangdong, Hong Kong and Fuzhou, so the main languages ​​here are Cantonese and Fuzhou dialect. One-third of the shops open are restaurants, and there are restaurants on both sides of the street. There are piles of fruit, medicinal materials, and seafood stalls, and beautiful Chinese signboards are decorated among the buildings.

During the holidays, Chinatown will be extremely lively, and many overseas Chinese will flock here, even attracting many foreigners who are interested in oriental culture.

With the cold gun on his back, Trevor was very obedient. He walked through the middle of the street and entered an antique tea house. Compared with the Chinese restaurant outside, the business here was cold, except for some elderly people sitting in the Upstairs, drinking tea while listening to ditties, chatting occasionally, almost no foreigners would come.

The boss, who was wearing a long gown, walked up to greet him warmly, and led Jackson and Trevor upstairs, with the black tattoo of the Ten Rings gang inadvertently exposed on his arms.

In the Accord on the second floor, a figure stood in front of the window. When he turned around, it was a face very similar to Trevor.

With a hooked nose, deep-set eye sockets, and a thick beard on the lower jaw, the gloomy complexion reveals a strong majesty, like a mighty lion, which makes people dare not offend.

The only difference from Trevor is that this mysterious figure is younger than him. He is a strong man in his 40s and [-]s. He is tall and muscular. oppression.

"Dear Mandarin." Jackson said with a fanatic expression on his face, "I brought this liar who pretended to be you."

"Heh, Killian did find a good substitute." The mysterious figure stepped forward with a smile on his sinister face, "I prefer him in the video, it's more like me."

Trevor's legs were trembling. He had studied Chinese for a period of time under Killian's instructions, so he probably understood their conversation.

"Don't be afraid, be serious, yes, that's the expression." The other party's eyes were sharp, like a falcon, "Don't be too scared, it will make me feel uncomfortable."

He was wearing a cumbersome and complicated black robe, majestic like an emperor, his eyes swept over Trevor, making this down-and-out third-rate actor lower his head involuntarily, and he caught a glimpse of the various rings on the other's ten fingers from the corner of his eye. They are all inlaid with luxurious gemstones, and the dim light flickers slightly, in which extraordinary power is brewing.

"The Ten Rings Gang needs a puppet, so you have to reappear on the stage." The real Mandarin said in a deep voice, his tone was full of firmness that could not be rejected.

He is the founder of the Ten Rings Gang. He established this huge organization a long time ago. His influence was first rooted in a corner of Asia, and later expanded to Vietnam, Japan, and Korea. A complex and secretive huge network.

Every chaotic area has the Ten Rings gang, such as the Middle East where conflicts occur frequently, the Afghan warlord who once kidnapped Tony Stark is a puppet supported by this organization, providing money and weapons to keep the other party Expand territory, develop power, and finally use it for yourself.

"I heard that you like acting very much. You are an excellent actor." The Mandarin looked solemn, as if recalling the long past, "I want you to know more about this role."

Trevor didn't dare to disturb him, and listened silently to the other party's narration. The master behind the scenes of the Ten Rings Gang was said to have a long life. He was born in the ancient East. He was a descendant of Genghis Khan and a surviving golden blood.

At a very young age, the Mandarin showed his own uniqueness. He used his sophisticated and decisive business methods to accumulate terrible wealth beyond people's imagination in the chaotic era of warlords and endless wars. At the peak of glory, he left behind a huge family business that is incomparably rich, and traveled all over the famous mountains and rivers, looking for the elusive magic of longevity.

He rummaged through the secret scriptures of Taoism and read all the secrets of Buddhist scriptures, but he could not get any enlightenment. It was the Dharma-ending era when Taoism was declining and practice was cut off. No one could see the way of the great way.

It wasn't until the coming of the Ten Commandments that all this changed.In a deserted valley, the Mandarin obtained ten rings from the relics of foreign civilizations, possessing all kinds of extraordinary powers. He was ecstatic, learning and manipulating them day and night.

Since then, the Mandarin disappeared and lived in seclusion in the deep mountains and old forests. He came out of the mountains a few times by accident because he sensed the drastic changes in the world, so he was very quiet and wanted to move. The Ten Commandments Gang was the rise of the work.

"...I have found the method of longevity. Those civilized life outside the universe may give me more enlightenment." The man's face was as hard as ice, and his voice was like a cold current, making people tremble, "Killian He once wanted to control this country, but he thought I would care about power and status... stupid! What I am looking for is the essence of life evolution, and the Ten Commandments led me to the door of the Great Dao, but I am still not satisfied."

"I want to own the whole world...huh?"

The mandarin's voice stopped suddenly, he stretched out his hand and strangled Trevor's neck, his fingers cut open the other's skin like a blade, and squeezed out a miniature positioning instrument the size of a grain of rice.

(End of this chapter)