Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

After receiving David's notice, Kingpin and Pushkin decided to participate in the matter.

Two important figures in the underground world on the East Coast issued orders together, causing a huge storm in an instant.

The major gangs gathered in Hell's Kitchen responded one after another, and no one dared not to obey.

Local gangs in New York, Russian gangs, Irish gangs, Mexican gangs, island gangs, and even triads from the Far East... all the big and small forces gathered together, and the gang members were both men and women.

Of course, most of them are burly men with different skin colors.

But regardless of whether they are men or women, the standard equipment is full of tattoos on their backs and hands, plus a variety of modified firearms, giving them a full gangster vibe.

It only took a few minutes for everyone to respond quickly after receiving the message.

Within a few moments, every major street in Hell's Kitchen, as far as the eye could see, was filled with darkness and was quickly occupied by gangsters who ran out of the houses.

Passers-by were stunned and thought that the group was pretending to be marching, but in fact they were rebelling and robbing banks.

Immediately afterwards, I saw a group of men with fierce faces and fierce aura coming towards me. I subconsciously trembled with my legs and retreated, not knowing what happened.

"Hey, you scared them."

"It's so funny, did you see it? They almost pissed themselves."

"Stop blabbering and get in the car quickly. We have to hurry up and don't forget the boss's instructions."

"certainly."

Taking to the streets openly and openly with guns is not for fighting, but to help the authorities eradicate vampires.

To be honest, even they themselves did not expect this day to come.

Although it was clear that their boss and the authorities must have reached some kind of agreement, there was one sentence in the order issued by the two that was right to their liking.

This is New York!

This is Manhattan!

This is Hell's Kitchen!

This is gang territory!

What kind of bullshit vampire you are, you will die if you dare to come!

…

At this time, the head of the New York Police, George Stacey, was leading the SWAT team to guard the door with an anxious look on his face.

However, it was not to stop the vampires in the building, but to respond to the injured FBI agents who escaped from the building and members of the National Guard combat team.

"In less than twenty minutes, most of the people were injured..."

George stared intently at the entrance to the building that was blocked by the SWAT police with shields. The rapid and loud gunfire, the roar of vampires, and the shouts of his companions intertwined into a terrifying music.

He was pacing back and forth anxiously, feeling uneasy in his heart. There was only one thought left in his mind:

"How long until our reinforcements arrive?"

While thinking, he looked up at the empty sky.

About ten minutes ago, two fighting figures flew towards the seaside, and Morbius and Lucis disappeared from the sight of most people.

This shows that the situation is completely out of control.

They could not expect Morbius to deal with Lucis as soon as possible and then turn around and eliminate the vampires in the building.

Fortunately, Morbius should have still maintained his sanity, and realized that he was still unable to capture Lucis, so he deliberately moved the battlefield outside of Manhattan - most likely near the coastline, so that Lucis could not command him face to face.

These vampires he created.

George's thoughts changed and he no longer cared so much about it.

The top priority right now is to find a way to completely eliminate the vampires that Lucis created in large numbers in the building.

However, reinforcements have yet to arrive.

Even including the SWAT team beside George, compared to the staggering number of vampires in the building, it is only a drop in the bucket and cannot be of any help.

"There are at least three to four hundred vampires inside. They are difficult to kill and are not afraid of bullets. Even unlike the legendary vampires, sunlight seems to be invulnerable to them."

Rodriguez finally exited the building with sweat on his forehead and a look of worry in his eyes.

The encounter in the building twenty minutes ago is still vivid in my mind.

"Currently, it seems that the methods we can use in the city will only weaken them very little. In a short period of time, we can only break their leg bones and weaken their ability to move..."

Rodriguez introduced George to the inside of the building and about the vampires they encountered.

"Where's the flame?"

George said in a deep voice: "Can you think of a way to burn all the vampires inside with a fire? Each one will be counted as one if they are burned to death."

"Ordinary flames can cause great harm to humans, but with the powerful vitality these vampires currently display, I have reason to believe that even if you burn them into mummies, they will still have extraordinary mobility."

Rodriguez was very helpless: "To completely eliminate them, we can only burn them to ashes. But to achieve this, apart from large-scale incendiary bombs, few weapons can achieve it."

After a pause, he emphasized: "You have to know that this is an urban area, and it is Manhattan in New York."

Molotov cocktails in Manhattan.

Are you crazy?!

Even the president cannot bear this responsibility.

Of course George understood what Rodriguez meant, but in this way, the situation was forced into a deadlock.

Bang bang bang bang!

At this time, the gunfire inside the building became more intense.

Mosley and a group of heavily armed companions struggled to break out of the encirclement, which could be said to be forced out of the building.

From the outside, although Mosley and others were in a sorry state, there were not many injuries on their bodies, so they were doing pretty well.

"How about it?"

Rodriguez and George are hopeful.

"Can't stop it!"

Mosley shook his head and gave a disappointing answer.

He whispered: "I suspect that before Lucis left, he gave instructions to the vampires in the building. They seemed to be rational, but in fact they were completely out of control. They had a great thirst for blood and would bite anyone they saw.

…”

"Where are our reinforcements?"

As Mosley said, he couldn't help but ask: "Why hasn't anyone come to support you yet?"

"The director just told me that the supporting troops have already set off and will arrive in about fifteen minutes."

George looked ugly and struggled to answer.

"fifteen minutes?"

Mosley looked in disbelief: "We can hold them off for five more minutes at most... Do you know that if those vampires rush out of the building, we will be completely finished!"

"The most important thing is that we don't even know yet whether we will be infected if we are bitten by these vampires..."

"If the people bitten by them are at risk of infection, then our injured companions, who may even become vampire accomplices, will turn against us!

"Fuck!"

Mosley was so anxious that he jumped up and cursed.

"Fifteen minutes is the limit. You are the FBI and you know the procedures here better than I do."

George didn't mind Mosley's almost abusive words.

He knew that Mosley was not scolding him.

"Where's the phone call I asked you to make?"

Suddenly, Mosley seemed to think of something: "What did the director say? Has he replied to your message?"

"David Fisk?"

George reacted, nodded and said: "Director Pittman said that they have agreed to support and are on their way over."

"Time." Mosley asked.

"ten minutes."

George looked at his watch and said hesitantly: "If it's on time, they should be arriving soon."

"Very good!"

Mosley cheered up: "Finally some good news."

aside.

Rodriguez then breathed a sigh of relief.

"If David Fisk brings people here, it will be good news for us."

He put down the big stone hanging in his heart and said: "At least it will allow us to hold on until the army supports us."

"Who is David Fisk?"

Seeing the two people reacting like this, George couldn't help but be curious and asked: "Why do you have so much confidence in him?"

"You don't even know him?"

Mosley and Rodriguez looked at each other.

"David is indeed very low-key at ordinary times. Except for those who have been in contact with him, few others know his name."

Mosley thought for a moment and explained: "He is the boss of Fisker Pharmaceuticals."

"Just a businessman?"

George was suspicious: "I haven't even heard of Fisker Pharmaceuticals."

"Of course it's more than that."

Rodriguez responded: "The businessman is just his packaging for himself. His most important identity is that he is the younger brother of Wilson Fisk, and he is also closely related to Pushkin."

"Wilson Fisk Pushkin?"

"The overlord of New York, and the big boss of the East Coast gang?"

George muttered, and after reacting, he opened his eyes wide with a look of extreme shock.

He looked at the two people in front of him, never expecting that Mosley and Rodriguez, as FBI agents, would bet their chance on a gangster at such a critical moment.

But their director, Giles Pittman, agreed!

If someone had told him this in normal times, he would have thought it was child's play.

However, considering today's situation, this seems to be...

A stroke of God.

"You are so brave!"

George was speechless for a moment and held it in for several seconds before he burst out such a sentence from between his teeth.

Da da da!

At this time, the police officers responsible for blocking off the streets and evacuating the people rushed over.

"Chief Stacey, something happened! There is a group of gangsters with weapons surrounding the entire neighborhood!

His face changed wildly, and he shouted loudly: "They are confronting us, and they said they came after receiving an order! Sheriff, what should we do? Do you want to send a negotiator over?"

"coming!"

Mosley, Rodriguez, and George all had their eyes lit up.

"coming?"

The police officer who reported the situation was confused: "What's going on? Call a negotiator?"

"Let them in quickly!"

George knows how to be flexible and knows this is the best way at the moment.

Accept reality instantly.

Now, our own side has suffered successive defeats and is in an almost overwhelming situation. Only by letting this group of gangsters who live in the shadows of Manhattan, are good at maintaining underground order, and are full of force to help, can the situation be completely stabilized.

"ah?"

The police officer was confused again: "You mean, those gangsters are really here to help?"

"Stop talking nonsense and let them in!

George wanted to slap his subordinate twice and let him figure out the situation.

soon.

A group of strong men arrived outside the building.

They surrounded Mosley, Rodriguez, George, and even a group of police officers and wounded people like sandwich biscuits.

"David, you came just in time."

Mosley walked towards the man in the wheelchair at the front of the crowd.

David Fisk is actually disabled?

George couldn't help but open his eyes wide. What he saw in front of him was really incredible.

A disabled man is actually giving orders to the entire New York underground gang members.

You know, such a huge power can almost overturn a city in many cases.

"I told you, I'm a good citizen."

David smiled and shook hands with Mosley, and then said to the Lankhov brothers who belonged to the Russian gang behind him:

"It's up to you to kill those vampires and let them know that even vampires can't compete with us for territory in New York!"

"Kill the vampire!

"Kill the vampire!

Everyone raised their weapons and cheered in unison, their voices loud and deafening.

Caught in the center of the crowd, the New York Police Department, the National Guard, and even the FBI agents felt their eardrums ringing as an indescribable cohesion spread among this group of gangsters who had no place on the stage.

They looked around and saw the fiery eyes and excited emotions of the gangsters. For a moment, they were unable to tell whether they were the official or the official opposite.

"Stop for a moment, brothers, let our Mr. Agent introduce the situation."

David raised his hand slightly, and everyone immediately fell silent.

He smiled and said: "After all, this is probably the most harmonious conversation we have had with the FBI and the New York Police Department."

After a pause, he looked at the National Guard in special uniforms.

"Of course, you may not want to provoke the army."

Wow!

The crowd roared with laughter.

"The current situation is difficult, but the situation is relatively simple."

Mosley is not stage frightened. Strictly speaking, he and David are our own people, so the people David brought here are also our own people.

At that moment, he said loudly: "There are about hundreds of vampires in the building in front of us, and they are trying to rush out of the building crazily. Our purpose is to block them inside the building and never allow them to leave the building even half a step."

"However, these vampires are very difficult to deal with. Bullets have no effect on them. Perhaps the only way to stop their actions is to burn them to ashes..."

"Also, we don't know if people bitten by them will undergo mutations, so you should all be careful not to get bitten!

After speaking quickly, Mosley looked at David and signaled that he could call his men to take action.

"last question."

David raised a finger and said: "If we rush in and chop them into pieces, will the vampires die?"

"Chop into pieces?"

Mosley was stunned: "I don't know, maybe... it will be useful?"

"That's good."

David laughed loudly and called back: "You all heard it? Now listen to my order, rush in and chop them into pieces!"

"Whatever you do!

"Today, the FBI, the New York Police Department, and even the army are here to protect you! Even if the whole of Manhattan is overthrown, it won't matter. As long as you can deal with those vampires, you can even earn the title of hero as a good citizen of New York!"

"Does anyone want an autograph from Morbius? I can get it for you, as many as you want! Superhero, Dr. Vampire, doesn't it sound cool? Today we are his heroic teammates!"

"By the way, Kingpin and Pushkin won't let your trip go in vain. The reward for a vampire's head is ten thousand dollars!"

"Want money?"

"In that building, there are millions of dollars waiting for you to harvest!

"I will also reward the one who kills the most with an additional $200,000!

"What are you waiting for? It's time to take action! Hurry!

Get in here and make money!

Everyone looked at each other, feeling that today's trip was becoming more and more interesting.

"Fuck, that sounds really good."

"Stop talking nonsense, I can't help but want to chop off the vampire's head!

"Wait for me, let's rush together!

The voice fell.

A group of people rushed to the entrance of the building without hesitation and swarmed in.

They were astonishingly brave, and there was no trace of fear on their faces. It was obvious that they did not take Mosley's reminder to heart at all.

Block the vampires and prevent them from coming out?

What kind of words does this sound like!

They're gangsters from Hell's Kitchen!

What gangsters like most is to press their opponents to the ground and rub them hard.

If you can legally cut off your opponent's head, that would be even better!

"Shet, did they not understand what I said?"

Mosley opened his eyes wide, looked at David, and said in an anxious tone: "If we continue to fight like this, it will always be our side that suffers. The vampires are not afraid of you at all, because they cannot be killed!"

"I don't believe that any living thing has its head chopped off and chopped into pieces and can still live."

David smiled and said: "Moxley, although you are an FBI, you still have a little understanding of the gang's work style. Just watch, they will not let you down."

"I hope so."

Mosley was really speechless.

"You look like you have no confidence in us? Man, you need to know where we come from!"

When David said this, he emphasized: "We are from Hell's Kitchen... The real Hell's Kitchen is a place darker than hell!