Marvel's symbiote, a massacre at the beginning

If you can kill the other party at once, who will think about going to peace talks.

Stanley. Tucci could only smile after listening to the leader's words, not knowing what to say.

The situation has now reached this point, and it is useless to say anything else.

After the two deputies had finished their words, various civil engineering projects in the Manhattan borough also began to speak.

Judging from their slightly angry words and guns and sticks, although they agreed with the peace talks, they were still a little unconvinced.

After all, in the eyes of the Irish gang, this time the mafia people first provoked the matter, and in the mafia's view, this time the matter is that the Irish are looking for trouble.

Both sides were very upset, but both sides also knew that there were many losses caused by this period of strife, so they also pinched their noses to agree with this peace, that is, to see how to negotiate a condition that everyone was satisfied with.

Just as they were speaking one by one, laying out their own conditions, and then arguing for their own greater interests, there was a sudden violent noise outside the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Just as they turned their heads for unknown reasons, a helicopter appeared outside their floor-to-ceiling window, with two machine guns on either side of the helicopter ready to fire.

When the helicopter's altitude reached the right position, the machine guns on both sides also began to eject bullets, and for a while the violent gunfire echoed in the living room.

Bullets were fired through the shattered glass and then burrowed into the bodies of those present, spattering a splash of blood.

Within a minute of the gunshots, half of the people in the drawing room had collapsed in a pool of blood.

The remaining half scattered, either behind pillars or under overturned tables.

Some of the more daring people rushed to the door, trying to open the door of the living room before the helicopter could strafe it.

But unfortunately, when they ran to the door, they found that the door had been locked from the outside.

When they discovered this, the men tried to run back and hide behind a pillar or desk, but the bullets had already strafed them, beating them into a human-shaped sieve and collapsing in front of the door.

The gunfire lasted for more than ten minutes before it ended, and it was estimated that the bullets were finished, so the helicopter ended its mission and left here.

Stanley. Tucci was hiding in a small space next to the fireplace in the living room, and several chairs and a coffee table were overturned in front of him.

Judging by the bullet holes in these chairs and coffee tables, they also help Stanley. Tucci blocked a lot of bullets.

But while they do play a role, it's Stanley who is more important. Tucci himself had better luck.

The leader of the Gambino family sitting with him was unlucky, obviously only half a position away from him, but he was directly penetrated by a stray bullet in the brain, and he was not blind.

Stanley. Tucci took out a bottle of medicine from his clothes pocket with shaky hands, and then poured out a few pills and stuffed them directly into his mouth.

He crushed the pills with all his strength and forcibly swallowed them with his dry mouth and throat.

Everything that happened just now was too sudden, he couldn't accept it, he had to take some medicine to stabilize his heart and emotions, otherwise he finally dodged the bullet, but he was likely to be delayed by his heart.

After taking the medicine, he still shrunk in the corner and did not dare to go out, but just took a deep breath to calm his emotions.

Although the helicopter had left, he was not sure if the other party would fly back to kill a horse gun.

Until a few more minutes passed, the door of the drawing room was knocked open by the younger brothers who remained below. Tucci stood trembling from the side of the fireplace.

When he got up from the side of the fireplace and saw the current situation in the living room, he almost missed half a beat in his heart and directly scrambled on the spot.

Ninety percent of them died in this drawing room, and their bodies were everywhere, some on the table, some under the table, some lying on the carpet on all fours, and some staring at the door.

Like Stanley. There are not many lucky people like Tucci, there are probably only a few, and he doesn't know him yet, I don't know which faction he belongs to.

Before being helped out of the drawing room by his own men, Stanley. Tucci also looked back at the messy living room.

"It's time for me to retire." Stanley. Tucci suddenly thought to himself.

The death of so many people in the parlor today is just the beginning, and all kinds of troubles will gradually play out.

The power of the Mafia and the Irish in Manhattan was directly destroyed by sneak attacks in this peace talk.

It is estimated that it will be difficult for them to regain their previous status and power in Manhattan in the future.

However, the mafia and the Irish gangs themselves are very powerful, and of course they can't just swallow this breath.

Although most of their Manhattan power has been wiped out, they are still strong in other places.

The rest of the gangs will surely move to clean up the vacated forces in Manhattan.

Of course, the mafia and the Irish gangsters cannot give their strength to the people, so more fierce disputes are yet to come.

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"Helicopter strafing?! All nine adults in the peace talk hall died clean!!

In the office on the 2nd floor of the Dingo Gang bar, Holm's eyes widened as he looked at Lane, who had come to report to him.

Lane also nodded when he heard this, frowning thoughtfully and said: "I didn't expect that someone would strike first than us, and the action was so big."

"Our killer had just walked in from the hall when he heard loud gunshots."

Holm

leaned back in his chair, listening to Lane's words while calculating in his head whose hand it was.

After a while, after Ryan finished talking about the actions of the killer they had sent out today, Holm sat him across from him and threw him a cigarette as well.

Home spat out a puff of smoke, smacked his mouth, and still sighed a little unexpectedly: "I didn't expect that there are such ruthless people in Manhattan, it seems that their ideas are the same as ours, and they can't let the mafia and the Irish talk like this, and they have to create some trouble."

"It's just that their actions are a little too intense, and the power that directly makes the mafia and the Irish together has been eliminated by ninety percent, and the mafia and the Irish will definitely not give up."