Above the pitch-black sky, gloomy black clouds block the moonlight. The colorful lights of the city in the distance are in stark contrast to the lifeless West Midtown, as if heaven and hell are separated by the Hudson River. Here is the cradle of criminals, the infamous Hell's Kitchen. On a quiet street, several black Cadres parked at the corner. A group of Russians led by Vladimir got out of the car, and saw Wesley in a suit and leather shoes standing in front of an iron gate, followed by several black-clothed bodyguards. The cold light in Vladimir's eyes was sharp, and he scanned his surroundings. "Where's the damn attacker!?" "Don't worry, since you agreed to our future work assistance, what my employer promised you will naturally be done." Wesley smiled. Immediately afterwards, he nodded to the black-clothed bodyguards, and the black-clothed bodyguards immediately opened the iron door behind them. crunch...
The heavy iron door was pushed open with a light thud, and a faint smell of blood rushed over. The indoor space is very small, surrounded by iron walls, and in the center is a burly man. I saw that his hands and feet were wrapped with iron chains, and his whole body was tied to a small seat. He was covered in scarlet blood as if he had just been fished out of a pool of blood. Judging from his wounds, these bloodstains should not all belong to him. Seeing this man, Wesley couldn't help sighing: "This is the famous punisher. We spent a lot of effort to lure him out and catch him. Even so, we have lost a lot here. With few people, this fighting power is really amazing." "But please rest assured, according to our agreement, he is already yours, so we didn't torture him." Vladimir did not reply, but stared hard at Frank in front of him. Before, their Russian Ross gang also sent a large number of people to arrest this guy. As a result, they encountered various obstacles every time they acted, and Frank ran away in the end. Vladimir, no fool, quickly guessed that someone was trying to stop him from capturing Frank. Under pressure, Vladimir finally agreed to Wesley's suggestion, giving up Anatoly's former territory and handing it over to them to take over, while their people fully assisted in the arrest operation. It wasn't long before Vladimir received word that Frank had been caught. Vladimir walked up to Frank and said coldly, "You killed Anatoly?" Frank looked up at Vladimir calmly. He recognized the identity of Vladimir, the biggest leader of the Ross gang in Russia. Curling his lips in disdain, Frank definitely knew who the murderer of Anatoly was, but he didn't care about it at all, and he didn't care about taking the blame for himself. He just mocked: "I killed a lot of people, and they were all guilty. , which bastard are you talking about Anatoly?" "Boom!" Rage's Vladimir punched through. The veins in Vladimir's neck bulged, and he grabbed Frank's collar: "I know you have another companion, tell me where he is?" Frank spat bloody saliva and put on a 'that's it' expression. The result was that Vladimir was beaten up violently, and Frank just didn't snort during the whole process.
After beating Frank to a bloody mess, Vladimir snarled, "Tell me who that damned attacker is and what his name is, if you don't, I guarantee you will die a terrible death!" Frank opened his swollen and blue eyes, calmly watching Vladimir roaring helplessly. He is a professionally trained soldier, and he is not afraid of any cruel torture. Although he and Lu Chuang have only met once, he just wants to see the anger of these bastards, so naturally he will not reveal the slightest bit information. Frank said hoarsely, "You're not going to find him, ever." Vladimir punched down again. Seeing that Frank was so stubborn, he turned to Wesley angrily: "Tell me, where is the other attacker?" "We're investigating." Wesley pushed his glasses. In fact, once they find out, they will find someone to silence them directly, and they will definitely not leave this insider to Vladimir. It's just that Vladimir lost such a territory, how could he listen to such useless nonsense. Vladimir raised his blood-stained palm and grabbed Wesley's shoulder unceremoniously. "If you take my territory, you must send another attacker over, and I want them both to die in my hands!" Wesley frowned: "You know, it will take time, after all, the other party can't take the initiative to deliver it to the door." Just then, a Russian came over. "Another assailant was found. Someone said that he caught the person offering the reward just when the toilet was convenient, and said that he would personally send it to the door to receive the reward." Wesley: "..." Frank: "..." Happy reading every day during Spring Festival in the Year of the Rabbit! Recharge 100 and get 500 VIP coupons! Immediate recharge (activity period: January 21st to February 5th)