I want to be the overlord when I transform into Marvel

So many things happened in his own territory, which made all his subordinates panic. Frank had no choice but to decide to return to New York early.

Although he told his confidant Jimmy on the phone that he would fly back to New York in the early morning and let Jimmy start gathering his brothers at 12 o'clock. But how could Frank, who was cunning and cunning by nature, be so careless at such a critical moment?

Who knows if Jimmy betrayed him and took refuge in that bastard Wilson. You know, Wilson's power is several times stronger than his own on the surface, and secretly he has joined forces with a terrible gang. Jimmy may have been coerced, or was

Bribery is possible.

Even if Jimmy is loyal to him, there is no guarantee that some of his younger brothers have become Wilson's people. If they know his detailed information, they will leak their information to Wilson Fisk!

Frank himself was not the boss when he debuted. He also followed others when he was young. Later, the boss was found and killed by his opponent for no apparent reason. Others didn't understand the reasons why, so didn't he, the instigator, not understand it?

The truth is that the flight, route, and time he gave Jimmy were all wrong! At 8 a.m., he had already taken an overnight flight to Philadelphia. It took another two hours to take a bus from Philadelphia to the Hudson Pier for an interview in person.

He also appeased a group of cronies, thus stabilizing people's hearts and keeping his fundamentals.

At the same time, he also discussed with a group of younger brothers to let everyone gather at the Frank Building five hours in advance, that is, at 7 o'clock tonight, so that even if there are some changes, he can calmly deal with it!

After making arrangements, Frank took a nap in his safe house, had a big meal, took a bath, and changed into new clothes. At a quarter past six, he drove alone to his hometown in high spirits.

go!

Who would have known that before we left the dock area, we were hit by a broken patrol motorcycle at the intersection of West 48th Street and Hudson River Avenue. Our $800,000 limited edition Rolls-Royce Phantom was

Less than 2 months after I bought it, the paint was scratched off.

Frank's mood that had just relaxed was about to explode again!

In fact, the young patrolman George Stacey felt even more unlucky! A few days ago, he ran across the district to check the crime scene at 4 or 5 o'clock in the morning. After all, he had made a meritorious service, right?

However, there was no promotion or salary increase as expected, and he was only given a few words of verbal praise from the superiors. If that was all, young George could accept it. After all, he was regarded as Jane in the emperor's heart and had left his name with the Inspector General!

But the supervisor of the patrol department was unhappy. He was criticized. He was supposed to patrol the Hudson Dock area that day. When he received the notice from the police station, he was hiding in a small bar drinking, so he directly arranged for Xinguadanzi.

George, ask him to check it out for you.

In the end, this major case became a sensation, and the chief executive personally investigated it. His own affairs were exposed, and he was severely criticized by his superiors.

As a result, George Stacey's patrol car was replaced by a broken motorcycle, and the security patrolman became a traffic patrolman.

In the past, George worked the night shift and was considered a member of the Cultivation Party. He usually patrolled Manhattan at 4 or 5 in the morning. Now that he is a traffic patrolman, he has to work during the day.

It had only been a few days, and the jet lag hadn't even settled yet. I was so sleepy at the moment that I accidentally scratched someone's luxury car.

George Stacey woke up from his sleep and looked at the license plate. Damn, it turned out to be a Rolls-Royce Phantom!

I broke out in a cold sweat at that moment, lamenting that the money I had just saved in the past few months and planned to use for my wedding was afraid that I would not be able to keep it!

Over here, Frank the Bloody Rose saw the patrolman scratching him, and he still stood blankly in front of his car without saying anything. He was so angry that he directly opened the door, walked up to the patrolman, and gave him a slap in the face.

...

"Are you so blind? You even dare to hit my car!"

George was stunned when he was kicked into the street. When he saw the face of the person who kicked him, he almost peed. Shit! I actually hit the car of a New York gangster? This Frank Gades, even

The New York Police Chief didn't dare to provoke him easily, so why was he so unlucky?

At the moment, I didn't care about the pain in my abdomen. I got up and wanted to go over and apologize. After all, it was indeed my fault that I made first.

Who knows, when he raised his head, he saw Frank looking ferocious and his face twisted. He opened the Armani handmade custom-made suit outside and pulled out the silver-white Beretta 92f from his waist. With trembling hands, he faced George who was less than two meters away.

, that is, "bang bang" two shots.

Looking at the flames emitting from the muzzle of the gun on the opposite side, George loosened his lower abdomen and peed. At the same time, he screamed miserably and fell to the ground!

I wasn't married yet, why did I die so early? Anna, farewell!

... George, whose lower body was warm, vaguely seemed to hear someone shouting in pain.

After being confused for a few seconds, I finally realized that I hadn't died yet. Then I turned my head and looked behind me, and oh! A middle-aged bald man in a suit was pressing his bloody left upper arm, howling in pain.

I touched my painful left cheek again, and there was no blood. So the sparks from the gun muzzle splashed onto my face? I really wasn't shot, and God blessed me that I didn't die!

George came back to his senses and almost cried with joy. Suddenly he heard a crisp "bang" sound, and then felt something touch his thigh. When he lowered his head and looked again, it was the silver-white gun that had just fired at him.

Leta 92f. It just fell to the ground and touched her thigh.

Frank felt as if he had been possessed by the devil just now. He pulled out his pistol for no apparent reason and, under the witness of a group of onlookers, fired twice at a policeman. Even though he really wanted to kill the little patrolman.

, there is no need to take action personally in this situation? Frank, who has been around until today, has n+1 ways to quietly kill this bad boy! Why couldn't he control himself just now?

And after firing two shots, his strength seemed to have returned?! Frank clenched his fist in confusion.

Suddenly, Frank noticed that the little patrolman just now was not dead! He was now picking up his Beretta and slowly pointed it at him.

Realizing that something was wrong, Frank broke out in a cold sweat and hid in the car door, shouting: "Fuck--"

Before he could even finish his yelling, he heard two gunshots, "bang bang", and then, nothing happened!

Frank fell on the road with his eyes wide open, and there was a dark hole in his forehead, white and red flowing out, gradually soaking into the asphalt road...

After firing two shots, young George George seemed to have just come to his senses. He dropped the pistol as if he were throwing away a hot potato.

I saw this guy holding his head, squatting on the ground, and howling, "The devil, it must be the devil! I was too impulsive just now, and I was controlled by the devil! Wuwuwu..."

Under the dim street light, where no one could see the shadow of young George, there was a thin gray line that slowly shrank back.

After checking with his senses, he found that Frank was really dead. President Maya, who was called a "devil", breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the hot sweat from his head.

President Maya quietly left the group of screaming onlookers and walked toward home alone...