This Kryptonian is too stable

It was a dark and windy night in an unknown abandoned factory in Hell's Kitchen.

A dozen or so black-clad white men with messy tattoos on their arms and necks and armed with firearms gathered together and confronted another wave of men, all of Mexican descent, with the same variety of guns rattling in their hands, from a distance.

On top of that, there were five or six other men spread out around the factory, on guard for any enemies that might appear at any moment.

"Dives, where's the goods?"

Seeing the young man with his nose in the air across the street, a white man with a big back and a beard took a step forward while giving a wink to the little brother next to him.

Receiving the signal given by the big brother, the two little brothers consciously took two steps out and placed the black suitcase in their hands on the ground, then quickly opened it to reveal the stacks and stacks of banknotes inside.

"Hold your horses, Francis, first let me see if you have deliberately withheld, or fooled me with fake bills."

The Mexican man called Dives spat out a white mist and said carelessly.

At that word, the next guy immediately pulled out two portable money detectors from his bag and checked the green U.S. currency in the box.

This was the fourth transaction he had come to New York to lead, and by far the most important one, as the volume of this transaction was more than the previous three combined.

As the second son of the Casnard family, Dives had to fight hard to get this opportunity to come to New York to gild the lily, naturally to ensure that the transaction process money and goods, so as not to pull the plug afterwards.

As long as he can successfully complete this transaction and put down roots in this largest laundry detergent consuming city in the American Empire, he will have the opportunity to go back and compete with his elder brother for the family's succession.

Raising his left hand and glancing at the time displayed on it, Francis couldn't help but urge, "Hurry up, there's still one minute and twenty seconds to go."

What he hated the most was those second generation who had low eyes, and some newcomers who had an obsessive confidence in themselves.

The bad thing is that this guy in front of him has all of them.

If he hadn't been unable to find a new seller, he wouldn't have been willing to deal with this toxic second generation in front of him.

"What's the hurry, it's just a few 'superheroes' who don't dare to show their true colors, what's there to be afraid of?"

Digging his nostrils, the Chicano man was unimpressed: "I've completed several deals this month, how come they don't jump out and find me in trouble?"

In his opinion, the other party's demeanor was simply ridiculous.

In his country, not to mention these little rats who can only hide in the shadows and act in tight clothes, even if they are official people, if they dare to cut off their money, they will raise the ashes of the other party's whole family.

"Damn, there are only twenty-seven seconds left."

Staring at the hands turning on the dial, Francis' forehead began to gradually ooze sweat, and the whole person was agitated: "If you don't hurry up, I only have to forcibly terminate this transaction."

Ever since the demon they called the 'Black Night Executioner' appeared in Hell's Kitchen the year before last, the days of those of them who lived in the gray zone had become increasingly difficult.

In the daily 'activities', often a slip-up, will be mysteriously disappeared with the goods, and even the forces behind them were uprooted.

This has led to the renewal of the major forces in this area is more than ten times faster than before.

But the good thing is that after more than a year of exploration, they survived the forces have summed up a set of experience.

When conducting large-scale illegal transactions, the entire transaction process cannot exceed three minutes, and the total number of people involved cannot exceed twenty.

Otherwise, there will be a great possibility that the 'monster' hidden in the shadows will be targeted, ending up with a person, money, goods three empty end.

Hearing these words, Dif's face changed and he could only reluctantly look at his own little brother and ask: "How's the inspection going?"

"Boss, the current count is $2.36 million, there are no problems."

"Thirteen seconds to go."

"No need to check, collect the little darlings and let's withdraw."

Giving the order, Diff turned his head to look at the white man next to him, with a threatening intent: "You better not play tricks, otherwise, our Casnard family will not let you go."

"Heh, we who are out to make a living, the most important thing is credit."

With a cold laugh, Francis let his little brother result in the suitcase handed to him by the other party, turned around and left.

'Ah ......!' X2

However, without waiting for him to take two steps, a silver phantom flashed past his eyes, and instantly the two junior brothers guarding the door instantly screamed miserably and flew backwards.

"Thorishet! It's those damned monsters coming, all of them fire for me."

In fact, Francis did not need to remind, the group of minions under him had long opened the safety of the firearms in their hands, raised the gun, legs trembling, looking terrified and surveyed the surroundings.

As long as there was the slightest movement of wind, they would not hesitate to fire.

"You guys,"

Seeing this, Dives next to him quickly drew the revolver on his own waist, pulled the hammer and mocked loudly, "If you have the ability to fight me head-on ......"

Did not give him a chance to finish, an orange metal fist with a whistling gale, imprinted on top of the other side of the black stubble-laden face.

'Dang.'

With a muffled sound, two large tawny teeth wrapped in bright red blood flew out of the lips that had been deformed by the blow, and together with their owner, they hit the ground heavily, no longer moving.

"Fire!"

'Bang Bang Bang ......!' Xn

"Ah~! You damned ......"

Before he could finish cursing, the man of Mexican descent was shot by a bullet through the head, completely taking his life.

The situation of his teammates next to him was not much better.

The moment they saw the silver phantom appear, Francis and his men didn't hesitate to pull the trigger, not caring in the least about the Casnard family members who were standing in front of the gun.

This group of Casnard family members may not expect to die, taking their lives is not the incomparable brutal superhero in the mouth of this group of locals, but the group of self-muse for the trustworthy partners.

Unfortunately, the speed of the bullet is fast, but it is still far from the silver phantom.

''Dang!'' ''Dang!'' ''Dang!'' ......

Strolling through the rain of bullets, Pietro whistled and came to the group of black-clad strong men with hideous expressions without slowing down and sent his iron fist of love for them silently.

In the next instant, all the gangster bandits looked like they had been hit by a high-speed car, a crisp bone cracking sound rang out from their bodies, and they violently flew out backwards, smashing into the surrounding walls or on top of the abandoned iron frame, completely losing their power of action.

''Pop~''

Kicking away the black pistol clutched in the hands of the white strong man at his feet, Pietro clapped his palms and said smugly into the communication channel, "6.3 seconds, done."

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PS: Still owe 13 chapters, continue to explode over the weekend.