Marvel World's Food Tree

Chapter 155 141 Some people are happy, while others are sad.

Queens District, Siberian Ballet Theatre, the girls on the stage showed off their beautiful bodies to their heart's content, but unfortunately, the ones sitting under the stage were actually big and thick Russian men. From their ferocious faces, you can tell that they are not here to appreciate this beautiful dance.

"Sergey, are you ready? Tonight will be very lively!"

"Don't worry, the whole block has been blocked by us, I want to see what they can do with us tonight?"

"Hahaha, hand and meeting, I have long disliked them. They are afraid of Yankees, but we are not afraid..."

"Enough! Don't be too careless, the strength of the hand and society should not be underestimated. Have you forgotten the bald head last time?"

"Vladimir, you are afraid. If you are afraid, leave quickly. We will not laugh at you... Besides, last time we were attacked by those bastards of the Supreme Council. This time we are going to I can't believe they're still coming in... who let you in, John Wick?"

"Crack Ka Ka ~"

With the sound of pushing the door, John Wick walked in from outside surrounded by two or three Russian hunks. As he entered, the Russian hunks who were watching the ballet turned their attention to John In Wick, all the Russian mafia present are no strangers to this legend in the killer world, and many young Russian mafia regard him as an idol. After all, in this "talented" America, John It is an incredible thing that Wick can sit on the top throne of the killer world as a Russian!

"Everyone, I am John Wick. On behalf of my boss, I am here to give you an ultimatum. If you agree to leave New York to seek development in other states, then my boss will give you enough time to transfer assets and give you A certain amount of compensation for you... Goodbye, good luck to you"

John Wick turned and left halfway through his words. Although he didn't finish his words, everyone present could hear what he wanted to express. If he didn't retreat, he would die!
In fact, John Wick was also in a dilemma. He went out from here. This is his home, and the mafia sitting here are his family. Although he now has a new home, but He still hopes that these former family members can survive...

"How, how about these stubborn Russian brothers?"

Seeing John Wick coming out of the theater, Frank surrounded him with a smile. After spending so many days together, he and John Wick, an unsmiling guy, have become good friends.

"...They won't accept the peace talks. Frank, I'm leaving first... If possible, can you let those girls go?" John Wick hesitated for a moment, but finally said truthfully.

"Of course... But you have to be clear, I'm not the main force tonight, but those guys. I think if you want to be good for those girls, you'd better go tell the boss!"

Frank pointed to the 37 expressionless and lifeless guys in the distance with great apprehension. These guys were brought back to the restaurant by himself. A faint sense of guilt, but when I think of the blood on the hands of these guys, that faint sense of guilt disappears!

"John, don't worry, nothing will happen to your little ballet girls... You don't want to go back, wait here, and you will be responsible for appeasing those little girls after the matter is over... If they If there is no place to go, we will find a hotel to settle down first. After the cleaning is over this month, our restaurant will also expand, and we will need some waiters at that time. We can't keep Erica busy all by herself... ...Frank, don't look, you are still a cashier, when you pay off the money you owe me, I'm thinking about arranging another job for you!"

Ye Fang walked up to him, stared at the magnificent theater in front of him for a while, and waved a vine at the Resigned Legion who had been waiting there for a long time: "Kill all those in this building who dare to take up arms to resist you!" The man...Jerry, I will trouble your heirs later, the corpses of these Russians must be invisible to the world!"

"Don't worry, there are enough sewers in New York to hold 50 corpses. After all, these corpses are also part of the ecological melting pot of New York!"

Following Ye Fang's order, the Resolute Legion in the distance roared and rushed into the magnificent theater, while the Russian mafia who had been guarding the gate with guns immediately opened fire, shooting the man frantically. A seemingly weak commando!

Listening to the sound of fierce firefights resounding in my ears again, the lights on the roof of the FBI office building in Queens, New York, which had just been extinguished, were lit up again, and Director Benjamin Foster of the FBI New York Branch took a look. The number displayed on the phone, with a long sigh, waved his hand, dismissing the agents who were standing in front of him ready to go, and then answered the phone on the table.

This call is from the governor, and he has to answer it. In New York State, the governor is more effective than the president!

(To popularize science, the FBI is an intelligence agency that only targets domestic criminal facts in the United States, while the CIA is an intelligence agency that only targets international intelligence agencies. The functions of the two parties are different, and in the history of the United States, both sides Still deadly.)
"Hello, Mr. Governor, I'm Foster... I see, I will not send any agents into New York tonight."

"That's good, Mr. Foster, I just want to make a phone call to confirm, what are you doing in the office so late, why don't you go home and rest early, and spend time with your wife and children, by the way, Mr. Wilson Fisk is going to hold an event tomorrow It's a charity gala, when the time comes, you can go to it with me..."

Hanging up the phone, he let out another long sigh. Benjamin Foster silently walked to the huge French window, looking at the muzzle flames flashing outside the window from time to time, like meteors flashing across the sky, the corner of his mouth was meaningless The waves rippling a bit.

"New York, it's time to clean up!"

In Washington, D.C., in the office of the black marinated egg at SHIELD headquarters.

Watching the real-time live broadcast by satellite, Nick Fury was expressionless. Although the meat of New York had nothing to do with S.H.I.E.L.D., for some reason, he was still a little bit unwilling... ... Staring at the screen for a long time, he finally picked up the phone on the table, and opened a slightly yellowed phone book that had been kept in the cabinet for a long time.

"Professor Charles, I'm Nick Fury..."

(End of this chapter)