The Big Devil in the American Comics World

The heavy rain is still falling.

In a black neighborhood in Queens, in front of a dilapidated warehouse.

Two black hooligans huddled in the security booth, drinking Coke, talking about the popular superheroes, and occasionally cursing the damn weather.

"Homelander is a hypocrite, I bet he is definitely a racist..."

"Shut up, do you want to be killed by him? Homelander has super hearing, you yell at him like this, he will hear it!"

"What are you afraid of? It's raining heavily now, the rain is so loud, I don't believe he can hear us talking."

"You have to be careful..."

"Have you heard? The spider monster who has been haunting at night recently to fight criminals is a female spider!"

"I knew it a long time ago, the Daily Bugle also took a photo of her..."

"You actually read the newspaper? Aren't you illiterate?"

"You idiot, you said it was a photo in the Daily Bugle, Can't I even understand the photo? Besides, who said I can't read? I know all the English letters and nearly a hundred words! "

"Okay, my mistake. I heard that the female spider has a great body..."

"Very good! Her body is so hot that people want to shave her! Those legs, that waist, that chest... Just think about it, the tights with that hot body... To be honest, if it was that female spider, I would be willing to be beaten up by her even if she caught me during a robbery..."

"Me too. If I have the chance, I will definitely hug her thighs tightly and beg for mercy..."

As they were chatting, the low sound of a car engine came into their ears through the rain curtain.

The two gangsters immediately stopped talking and looked in the direction of the sound alertly. They saw a black Lincoln Navigator slowly coming out of the rain curtain and stopped outside the guardrail in front of the security booth.

"Hey, where did you come from, idiot? This is the territory of the Blood Hand Gang, not the place you should come! Get out of here quickly, otherwise you will be shot!"

A gangster waved a pistol and warned loudly.

But the Lincoln Navigator did not drive away, but turned off the headlights.

Then the car door opened, and someone got out of the car with a black umbrella, whispering:

"I am Leonardo Victor, the owner of the Dream Bar. According to your boss's request, bring money to redeem my people."

"Are you the owner of the Dream Bar?"

The gangster holding the pistol obviously got the boss's order. He licked his lips and smiled maliciously:

"It's you. Come here."

The man came over with an umbrella. After approaching the security booth, the two black gangsters saw clearly that he was a tall and handsome young man with black hair and black eyes.

He held a long-handled umbrella in his right hand and a suitcase in his left hand. He was wearing a white shirt, a medium-length black windbreaker, a tie, and shiny leather shoes. He looked like an old-school Italian mafia.

Speaking of which, Li Xingzhou really has a quarter of Italian blood in this life. His grandfather is an authentic Roman.

"Are you alone?"

Another black gangster asked casually.

Li Xingzhou, who went to the meeting alone, smiled and nodded:

"I'm alone."

The gangster with a gun asked:

"Is there money in the box?"

Li Xingzhou held up the box:

"One million US dollars."

The two black gangsters' breathing suddenly became rapid. They looked at each other and saw a glimmer of excitement in each other's eyes.

Unfortunately, the money belongs to the boss.

But the boss has always been generous. He takes the lion's share, and the little ones like them should also be able to get a share.

"Come here, search your body."

The gangster with a gun shouted in a low voice.

"Search your body? No need, right?"

Li Xingzhou grinned at the two of them, with a dark light flashing in his pupils:

"I don't have a gun. I just want to take my people away, and I don't plan to conflict with your Blood Hand Gang. Besides, this is your territory. Even if I have a gun, what can I do alone?"

Facing the dark light in his eyes, the two gangsters couldn't help but look dazed for a while.

Then the thug with the gun nodded as if waking up from a dream and said:

"Okay, come with us."

After that, the two thugs came out of the security booth and took Li Xingzhou into the warehouse.

...

"Are you the owner of the Dream Bar, Leonardo Victor?"

In the warehouse, Badman, the burly leader of the Blood Hand Gang, was sitting on a broken sofa with a cigar in his mouth, staring at Li Xingzhou with a fierce look in his eyes like a hungry wolf. There was also a charming black girl sitting in his arms, twisting on him.

On the left and right of the broken sofa, there stood two black men with shiny skin, distinct muscles, and pistols on their belts, with their hands around their chests, staring at Li Xingzhou.

And on the left and right of Li Xingzhou, and behind him, there were more than a dozen members of the Blood Hand Gang, each of whom had a gun in his hand, not only a pistol, but also two submachine guns.

Surrounded by so many gang members, Li Xingzhou still looked calm.

He leaned on a folded long-handled umbrella in his right hand and carried a suitcase in his left hand. He nodded slightly to Badman:

"I am Leonardo. I brought the money as you requested. One million US dollars, not a penny less."

He raised the suitcase towards Badman.

There was indeed one million dollars in the suitcase.

But those were just props and dollar bills - some time ago, a crazy black gangster robbed a crew and got a whole box of U.S. knives. He thought he had made a fortune, so he came to Li Xingzhou's house waving the banknotes. The result of spending money in a nightclub is predictable. The gangster who used the props and US dollar bills for free prostitution was beaten up, and the box of props and knives was also confiscated.

Now this box of beautiful knives came in handy and was used by Li Xingzhou to ransom people.

"Jeff." Badman gestured to the strong black man on the left side of the sofa.

The strong black man was Jeff, the second-in-command of the Blood Hand Gang who called Bancel. After receiving the instructions, Jeff immediately strode over to take the suitcase from Li Xingzhou's hand.

"Wait a minute." Li Xingzhou took back his suitcase and said to Badman, "I want to see my people first."

Badman's eyes were fierce and he smiled ferociously:

"You don't think...I will really let you go, do you?"

Li Xingzhou raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean by that?" Badman let out a low and hoarse laugh: "Of course I mean..."

He raised his hand and pointed at Li Xingzhou:

"kill him!"

Jeff pulled out the Glock 17 pistol from his waist and pointed it at Li Xingzhou's head.

"I knew it……"

Li Xingzhou shook his head and sighed helplessly.

While sighing, Jeff, who pointed the gun between Li Xingzhou's eyebrows, had already pulled the trigger with a grin.

At the same time the gunshot rang out.

Li Xingzhou tilted his head like lightning, and the bullet almost grazed his temple and accurately hit the forehead of a member of the Bloody Hand Gang who was standing directly behind Li Xingzhou.

When the members of the Bloody Hand Gang fell to the ground.

Li Xingzhou flicked his right wrist, raised his forearm suddenly, and stabbed out diagonally like a long-handled umbrella sword. The metal umbrella tip that wrapped the true energy made a pop sound, and penetrated deeply into Jeff's throat.

Then he let go and abandoned the umbrella, took a step forward, caught the Glock 17 that Jeff had dropped, and put his left hand on his lower back, pulling out his Colt Python.

Bang bang bang bang...

Rapid and intensive gunshots suddenly sounded.

Li Xingzhou raised both guns simultaneously and pulled the triggers continuously. The muzzles of the guns swept out a semi-arc from front to back, one to the left and the other to the right. He actually used two pistols to fire at the rate of a submachine gun.

When the gunfire stops.

The dozen or so members of the Bloody Hand Gang who were surrounding Li Xingzhou and behind him all fell to the ground. Everyone was shot in the face!

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