Rise of the Lord God of Marvel

When Busujima Saeko moved into the Pig Pen Castle, Ethan also came to the city.

The first impression of this city for Ethan was that of chaos. Just a few minutes after arriving, he saw some beggars squatting on the roadside. Well, not to mention, the appearance of these beggars was somewhat similar to Ivan Vanke.

In addition to beggars, Ethan also saw a few gangsters blatantly collecting protection fees.

Ethan stood aside and watched the owner of the small shop arguing with the gangster. He was still very safe here, not because of anything else but his appearance.

Ethan also wanted to go up to break up the fight and get close to him, but before he could move, several characters in suits and axes ran out from the alleys on the roadside and ran towards him.

The moment the gangster saw these people, he turned around and wanted to run away. Unexpectedly, the shop owner lifted his vaginal leg and knocked down the guy in front of him.

The remaining people were caught before they could even take two steps. Then the ax gang members pulled the gangsters up from the ground and raised their axes to chop them down.

His companion next to him patted him, and then pointed at Ethan, who was standing aside blankly.

The person who wanted to take action hesitated for a moment, put down his axe, and then together with others dragged the troublemaking gangster away.

Ethan didn't know what would happen next to that gangster, but he knew that as an outsider, he had better take care of himself first and stop looking for trouble.

The actions of the Ax Gang seemed to be normal, and no one around them, including the beggars, had any unnecessary reactions.

Taking two steps forward, Ethan turned a corner and saw the patrol house in this area. Then he was stunned again. The underworld in this place was a bit too aggressive. The patrol was just across the street, and it was still like this.

Arrogant? This is because you don’t treat the police officers here as human beings at all.

Taking a breath, Ethan walked into the patrol room.

The patrolmen looked at the white man and began to take a detour. It was obvious that these people did not want to have any interaction with Ethan.

When Ethan was thinking about what to do next, a man in a police uniform trotted over.

"Sir, how can I help you?" The person's English accent was extremely strange, but Ethan could barely understand it.

Ethan rolled his eyes and said, "I just came here from the United States and came to call the police. I just saw a few men in suits holding axes dragging a few people away!"

"Oh, that's it, don't worry, we'll send someone to deal with it right away. By the way, you're not injured, right?" the person said with a flattering smile.

Ethan: "I'm not hurt, but who are they?"

"Those are just some hooligans. Don't worry, no one in my jurisdiction dares to do anything to you!"

Ethan: "No, Mr. Police Officer, do all the gangsters here wear suits and carry axes?"

The policeman thought for a moment and pretended to suddenly realize, "Oh~ you are talking about those people. They are the Ax Gang. They are the security guards in this place. Yes, they are security guards. The merchants pay to hire them to maintain order.

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Ethan felt very disdainful that he was fooling the security guard.

"The security guards are very good. I just came here and I just want to hire some security guards as bodyguards. Mr. Police Officer, can you introduce them to me?"

The police were horrified. On the surface, the Ax Gang did not dare to touch foreigners, but they directly hired them as security guards. That was to put the dried fish under the fat cat's pillow, how could he not take a bite.

"You are worrying too much. We have very good security here. We don't need security guards. We don't need security guards." The policeman said in a panic.

"I think it's still necessary, Mr. Police, just give me their introduction list, and I will make my own judgment." Ethan said firmly.

The police officer was completely stunned and introduced the list. The Ax Gang also had something to do. How should this be solved?

"Officer, are you lying to me?" Ethan began to put pressure on the man in front of him.

"Of course not, how could it be." The policeman felt that he was in a bit of trouble. He originally wanted to show his face in front of this foreigner. Foreigners from this era are generally powerful, and showing their face would be beneficial to their career, but who would have thought

It will look like this.

There was no other way, so he waved his hand and called his pony.

"Go and sort out some information about the Ax Gang and show it to this foreigner," the police officer said in Chinese.

"Director, is it appropriate to show him those things?" Ma Zai asked carefully.

"You are stupid! Modify it a little, otherwise what should you do?" the police officer said, slapping him on the head.

"Okay, I understand."

After the police officer turned to Ethan, his expression suddenly changed from before. When he spoke, he spoke in English with a weird accent again, "Sir, please wait a moment. My assistant went to get it for me."

A few minutes later, Ethan was politely sent out of the patrol room, holding several so-called introduction sheets in his hand.

After obtaining some information about the Ax Gang, Ethan took a look at the clock in the patrol room. It was now two o'clock in the afternoon. It was still long before the gathering time. He could find a place to have a meal first.

At the same time, Ivan Vanko also got in touch with several Soviet people in the nightclub here.

As for his hair and clothes, as long as he has money, any disheveled person will be ignored. If you want to get in, you can get in smoothly.

"Ula~" Ivan Vanke drank a glass of white wine in one gulp.

"Friend, why don't you go get your hair done and buy some clothes first?" the Soviet asked drunkenly. They had already gone through several rounds before Ivan Vanko came.

"I just came here. I finished drinking on the way to stock up. I want to have a good time first before going to buy clothes. They are the same." Ivan Vanke's reason is quite reliable, at least the Soviets in front of him are.

No suspicion arose.

After a while, after most of the people were drunk, Ivan Vanke found an opportunity to interrupt.

"By the way, do you know the Ax Gang? I often heard this name on the way here. What is it?"

At a wine table in a place like this, it is actually a very simple thing to find out information. First, let everyone at the table be half drunk, and then it's all over, leaving the rest of the drunkards

Will take the initiative to explain things thoroughly.

Of course, the information gathered in this way must be screened twice. At the wine table, everyone will brag and talk nonsense. Usually, except for the name, everything else has been artistically processed.

Ivan Vanke tried his best to stay awake, and then kept in mind what people around him said whether they were drunk or anything else.

At the same time, every once in a while, I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. When it was almost four o'clock, Ivan Vanke found an excuse to get out of the wine table. After he left, the people at the table were still chatting.

I heard some news from nowhere.