People Are In Marvel, Behind the Scenes

Gang Ji's voice was neither salty nor weak, as if he was talking about something unimportant.

But the leader of the barbaric gang felt unprecedented pressure.

Because it is a choice between life and death.

The other party seems to respect his choice, but in fact he has no choice at all.

However, I am not reconciled.

The Savage Gang is one of the three overlords in Harlem. He is the most powerful boss in this area, but now he wants to bow his head to an inexplicable force.

So, so...

"I choose to surrender!"

The leader of the barbaric gang lowered his head to Gang Ji.

No matter how unwilling he was, he could not change the situation of being disarmed.

Even if he could change it, he still couldn't solve the previous situation... Even though he had an absolute advantage in the last second, killing the opponent to the point of bleeding, but in the next second, it became his own defeat.

This is a mysterious method that he can't understand at all, and he can't figure it out... He can't resist at all until he understands it and has a countermeasure.

"very good!"

Gangji nodded indifferently, and immediately looked forward, "Then, go and declare to all the forces in Harlem, surrender or die, I will get the answer within an hour!"

...

Old, low-rise buildings, dirty, smelly streets, the area with the highest crime rate in the United States... Hell's Kitchen is very similar to Harlem in every sense.

However, this is only what it seems.

Although both are synonymous with dirty, messy, poor and even backward, the law and order in Hell's Kitchen is relatively better... It's a bit inaccurate to say that, after all, Hell's Kitchen is the highest in the United States in terms of crime rate.

But Hell's Kitchen does not have such serious racial discrimination, and the atmosphere among gangs is more relaxed. Unlike Harlem, where robberies, thefts and even firefights are often seen on the streets in broad daylight.

The chaos in Hell's Kitchen stems from poverty, and most crimes take place in the middle of nowhere at night. If you go out and lock the door when you go home, and don't wander around at night, you will basically not encounter accidents.

But it is also such an environment that has created a number of special occupations.

Ham Lane!

An alcoholic old man in his fifties who is also a doctor.

Of course, it is an unlicensed black doctor.

He is not like the black doctor in most stories, he is a big boss who suffered an accident and his medical license was revoked, but a liar who has taught himself the most basic medical knowledge and only knows some simple first aid methods.

But even so, he was like a duck to water.

Because Hell's Kitchen is a slum, most people can't afford medical insurance, let alone the high medical bills.

When people get sick or injured, besides going to the pharmacy to buy medicine, they can only choose to fight hard or seek black doctors.

Therefore, even if Hamm only knows a little medical knowledge and first aid methods, and he always likes to get drunk, even if he often kills people during the treatment process, there are still a steady stream of people coming to him for treatment.

Especially those with criminal records, even if they have money, they dare not go to the hospital and can only seek treatment from him or other black doctors.

At six o'clock this morning, Hamm was drunk again.

Because he had just had an operation tonight, it took a lot of effort to remove the bullet from the patient's kidney.

Although due to lack of professionalism, half of the entire kidney was festered, but at least his life was saved, and it is not impossible to live the rest of his life relying on the remaining one kidney.

And he was so tired from this operation that he couldn't bear it without drinking some wine.

"Boom boom boom!"

At this time, the door was knocked.

Ham picked up the wine bottle, took a sip, and then walked towards the door precariously. While walking, he yelled indistinctly: "Come on, come on, don't knock."

"Crack!"

The door opened.

There is a narrow alley outside the door, and there is a gentle and virtuous beautiful woman standing at the door...Her eyes are gentle, like a pale pink mist. The red lips contrasted sharply with the pale complexion. Judging from the skin and face alone, she was a very young woman.

But she was dressed dignifiedly and virtuously, with a calm demeanor, especially the kimono decorated with lavender branches and leaves and bright red flowers, which added a bit of beauty, like a noble lady with a high level of cultivation.

Ham's eyes lit up, and he even woke up a little drunk.

He opened his broken teeth and was about to speak, but a wine belch came out, and the smell of wine filled the air, making him extremely embarrassed.

"Sorry, sorry, I drank more in the morning!"

"It doesn't matter."

The woman placed it in front of her lower abdomen, with a slight smile on her face, "I'm here this time because I have something to ask."

"...What, what's the matter?"

"I heard that doctor, you often drink alcohol before surgery, is there such a thing?"

"have!"

Hamm admitted it openly, afraid that the woman would not believe it, and added: "This is something that the whole Hell's Kitchen knows. If you don't believe it, you can ask anyone."

"I trust you, doctor!"

The smile on the woman's face became brighter, and she continued to ask: "I also heard that you, doctor, often kill people!"

"I'm not God, it's normal to put people to death."

After Hamm finished speaking, he raised his head and took a sip of wine, then squinted his drunken eyes, and looked at her with a swaying body, "If you want to find fault, don't beat around the bush and find me black history. This is Hell's Kitchen, and you can escape from illness by luck. It’s a blessing to have suffered a catastrophe, and I still want to enjoy the treatment services of a regular hospital..."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but snort twice, and continued: "If you want to enjoy those, why don't you go to a regular hospital?"

"No, why did I come to find fault?" The woman squinted her eyes and said gently, "I came to you after hearing about the doctor's deeds."

"Oh, what do you want me to do?"

After finishing speaking, as if thinking of something, he quickly stared at her with lewd eyes: "If you want to study medicine, it's not impossible, but you have to pay the corresponding reward!"

"No, in terms of medical skills, I still have a little confidence."

"You didn't study medicine, and you don't look sick, so why are you looking for me?"

"I heard that when you operate on people, doctor, you secretly remove the patient's organs and sell them to the gangsters. Is this true?"

Hearing this, Hamm's expression changed immediately, and he said sharply, "Where did you hear the rumor?"

"From your patients, of course."

During the speech, the woman raised her right hand and turned it into a palm knife and pierced Ham's abdomen.

The severe pain made Hamm feel drunk.

His eyes were wide open, not looking at her confidently.

The woman still kept a smile on her face, but she withdrew her hand little by little, taking out the large intestine and kidney little by little.

"Doctor, there are 30 victims whose organs you stole are waiting for transplants. You don't have enough organs!"