My venom is different

Chapter 157

"Look ugly, live long~"

"You look handsome, you age fast~"

Zhao Xun held a cheap cigarette in his mouth, hummed an unknown tune, and patted the tall, strong man next to him. He was nearly two meters tall, muscular, wearing some washed-out work clothes. Under intensive work, it is obvious that this big man eats more than ordinary people.

"Eat more, too. Eat more to keep you healthy." This big guy is Wilson Fisk, who works at the pier. One day when he was off work, he picked up a young man covered in blood in his home. He was kind-hearted. With all my savings, I went to the street to buy medicine for his treatment.

This person was too weak, he was almost dead when I found him, but now he is fine, he can still stand up, the blood is no longer oozing under the bandage, and he will be back to health in a few days.

Wilson Fisk, whose father was a small gang leader, died on the street because of the underworld fire. For Wilson at the time, his father's death did not make him feel very sad, but he had a deeper understanding of the social law of the jungle. According to his experience, he was afraid of death, and after his father died, he changed his place and started a new life.

There was dim light in the room, and the cheap work shed was covered by simple wooden boards. It was raining lightly outside, and the rain seeped through the formwork and dripped into the beetroot soup of the big guy. Happy, these days Zhao Xun has learned that he came to the federation in 1981, and he happened to be rescued by this big guy who was seriously injured, but this big guy looked familiar.

He no longer knows how he got here, the Holy Light was seriously injured in his body, both of them were in a strange state of disappearance, his existence was gradually erased, and he didn't know how long it would take for him to be like Gu Yi It disappeared completely, it seems to be the aftereffect of snapping his fingers, and the reality gem was also lost, but in the past few days, he has only faintly sensed a trace of holy light, and he has repaired his physical injuries, and the holy light can gradually use some basic Symbiote ability.

"Bang!" The calm in the hut was quickly broken. A few gangsters in cheap suits kicked open the dilapidated wooden door, and a gust of cold wind rushed in. Zhao Xun wrapped his body in a blanket. This is New York Harbor. Mafia nearby.

"Silly man, when will you pay? If you don't pay, your house will be demolished." These hooligans overturned Wilson's food, and the cheap luncheon meat fell on the ground. Wilson's face felt distressed , but still trying to squeeze out a simple and honest smile.

"In two days, my cousin fell ill, and all his recent wages have been bought for medicine."

"Then you still have money to eat, I don't know how to pay the union fee first." The leader of the gangster hit Wilson on the head with a stick, and blood flowed down immediately. Wilson clenched his fists. They are from New York Harbor. The mafia, with guns in their hands, usually establishes a guild to exploit the workers who beg for food at the docks.

"Next time, next time" Wilson knew that they had guns in their hands, and the old Tom next door was killed by him and thrown into the sea not long ago because he resisted them, and took his children away. In this day and age, no one cares He could only swallow his anger about the life and death of a black laborer, not to mention that there is still a patient in his family.

He has a good relationship with Old Tom, but he can only swallow his anger alone. He knows the gangs very well, and if someone resists their rule, they will definitely bring revenge like mad dogs.

"Next time, how many next time." The leader seemed to continue beating Wilson, and this group of lowly immigrants should be beaten. If you don't beat them, you won't know how powerful they are.

"Wait, how much is it, I have it." At this moment Wilson saw the frail young man stand up and walk in front of the little gangster.

"You are Wilson's sick cousin. Let me tell you, fifty dollars. You have been delayed for a long time. Today's interest will be waived for you." Wilson was a little unbelievable when he heard it. The daily wage is only about three dollars.

"Then I."

"I'll paralyze you." Zhao Xun kicked up, and then dealt with these little bastards three times and five times. He took out a cheap revolver from the leader's hand and pinned it to his waist.

Zhao Xun has a very detailed understanding of the Ligunli group. In the past few days, he has also figured out the composition of this gang. The core members are composed of more than [-] Italian immigrants. They control the territory around New York Harbor and usually rely on drugs. Profitable business with population.

"Zhao, let's go quickly, those Italians won't let us go." Wilson packed up the things in the house in a panic, Zhao Xun made a move on them, and they will definitely usher in their crazy revenge.

Zhao Xun looked at this busy big man. Now that he has recovered some strength, he is still more than enough to deal with the gangsters. Now the gangsters in New York are in a disordered stage, and the gangs are crazy about fighting together, robbing the territory. I still don't know how to go back. method, but he is still in a weak stage, and the holy light has to rely on believers to slowly produce it.

The "Godfather" system that Venom experimented in Gotham back then is a good time to apply it. Zhao Xun snapped his fingers, lit a cheap cigarette in his hand and said to Wilson.

"Would you like a steak, Wilson?"

Wilson stopped his hands when he heard Zhao Xun's words, and then heard Zhao Xun continue talking.

"It's unfair, isn't it? You work hard every month and don't do anything illegal or disciplined, but you still don't have the nourishment of these villains."

"Workers like you are being exploited by these villains. Do you want to fight for justice for them?"

Wilson turned his head and looked at the flame in Zhao Xun's hand. He knew it was called Holy Light, and he also sensed the Holy Light. This belief made him stronger and able to do more work.

He didn't know why he trusted this Asian who suddenly appeared in his home, as if he had lost his relatives for many years, but all this was not important, he wanted fairness and steak.

"miss you!"

Seeing the other party's response, Zhao Xun picked up the black umbrella on the ground, and then said to Wilson while exhaling smoke.

"In fact, sometimes what kind people ask for is very simple, just fairness, but in this age of cannibalism, the word fairness will only be reflected in the declaration of the Federation."

"Fairness needs to be fought for by oneself."

"Now, come with me to get the fairness that belongs to us."

"Now we also have what access to equitable weapons isn't."

Zhao Xun shook the revolver in his hand, and Wilson took out an old shotgun from under the bed, which he found in his room after Old Tom died. He was afraid that one day he would be forced to be like Old Tom When he was desperate, he could still resist a little with this old shotgun.

Zhao Xun fired a shot at the leader of the gangster who was lying on the ground, and then the leader who pretended to be dead started howling.

"Boss Strong Kirk will not let you go, how dare you resist the Tulip family."

"You'll be thrown into the ocean like old Tom."

Zhao Xun shot him in the leg again, and then said as if nothing had happened.

"Look, the weapon is still working fine, can we talk normally now?"

The little boss looked at Zhao Xun in horror, held back the pain and said.

"can."

But when he saw the young man stood up, he said to the big stupid man beside him.

"You see, fairness is as simple as that, and now he is willing to have a good talk with us."

"Now let's go to his boss and have a fair chat."

Then he motioned to Wilson to bring the leader on. Wilson was tall and carried the little leader like a chick, his face was covered with blood, like a butcher.

Zhao Xun walked out of the door under an umbrella. The roads in the slums are very muddy, reminding him of the alleys in Gotham, which is also the same, and not far away is the brightly lit rich area, just like what he said In this era, the fairness and freedom of the Federation are only reflected in that declaration.

Strong Kirk was an Italian who came to the Commonwealth along with the gold rush, but he soon discovered that there was no gold here. Fortunately, he was smart enough to gather more than [-] Italians A mafia was established, and now life is very good.

Usually he relies on the gangsters to control the underground in the New York Harbor area, and he lives well in some black industries such as drugs and human trafficking. Now he has become a union chairman. The next step should be to participate in the congressional election and enter the political arena .

Strong Kirk was eating high-end steak, drinking red wine, and dreaming about his bright future when suddenly the luxurious door of his home was kicked open, and a black figure was thrown in from the dark door.

This person was still howling. He knew this person. This was a leader of his subordinates. He quickly realized that this was an enemy attack, and whoever hit the door directly disregarded the rules.

"Come on." But Strong Kirk found that no one answered his shout, but then heard a mocking answer.

"Here we come, boss."

He looked up and found a mysterious man with an umbrella walking outside. He was wearing cheap work clothes, but he shook the rain on the umbrella gracefully, and put the umbrella on the umbrella stand on the porch. Then he said to himself.

"The damn weather, what the hell."

"Come in Wilson, let's have a fair talk with Boss Kirk."

If he hadn't seen the empty muzzle of the gun in the opponent's hand and the blood on the body of the big man who came in behind, he would have really believed the opponent's nonsense.

"What do you want to do, we can talk about who hired you, I can double the price." I have to say that Strong Kirk still has some ability, he probably guessed which opponent should want You have to send a killer to get rid of yourself, which is all too common in gang fights.

"No, no, no, we're just here to have a fair talk with you. We have some demands." He saw the other party move a chair and sit at the dining table by himself, and the strong man covered in blood stood at the Zhao Behind Xun, with a shotgun pointed at himself, the Asian young man poured himself a glass of red wine and said to himself.

"Let me talk to you. New York Harbor will not be under your control in the future."

(End of this chapter)