The Big Devil in the American Comics World

midnight.

In a poorly managed theater that has closed down.

One of the founding fathers of the Punishment Group, Tyler Beasley, who was over 70 years old, woke up from a coma and found that he was being tied up with restraints and sitting in the VIP seats in the front row of the theater, facing the darkness in front of him. stage.

"What happened? Was he kidnapped?"

The old guy was slightly startled, but having fought countless business battles and being used to big storms, he immediately calmed down:

"Since it's a kidnapping, the other party must want something. If you ask for something, you'll have a chance!"

While he was thinking, he looked around and found that there were three more people sitting on the seats on both sides.

With the dim light shining from nowhere, Telebeasley stared at the three people for a while, and then vaguely recognized that they were the ones who founded the Punishment Group with him, and are now known as the "Punishment Group" with him. Robert Horton, Tom Grantz, the old friends of the "Big Three" of the group, and Damon Hellinger, the current CEO of the group.

He was actually served in one pot?

Beasley's heart sank, feeling that the situation might be much worse than he had previously expected.

"This is not a kidnapping against me personally, but a conspiracy against the group! Who is it? The young man from MASA Company?"

He immediately thought of MASA Company, because the Punishment Group's only business rival recently was MASA Company.

"If it is MASA Company, then today's matter may not be settled easily..."

The old guy had a gloomy face and quickly used his brain to figure out how to survive.

At this moment, several low groans sounded, and Robert Horton, Tom Grantz, and Damon Hellinger woke up one after another.

"Where is this? Damn it, why am I in this damn place?"

"Teller? Robert? Why are you here too?"

"Three bosses, I think we may have been kidnapped..."

"Who is so bold as to kidnap us?"

"I'm afraid it's MASA Company..."

"How dare he? A young man who has not even graduated from college, a new company that has just opened, how dare he attack us? That guy is breaking the rules of the game!"

The so-called "rules of the game" by the old guys mean that they can suppress their competitors unscrupulously and by any means, but their competitors cannot use the same means to deal with them - unless the opponents are at the same level as them.

Of course, if the opponent's level is the same as theirs, then the rules of the game will change to another one. At least they will not simply hire a killer to assassinate the opponent, but will first try to contact, negotiate, and trade.

This is the American double standard. Every successful person in America must master this skill.

"Leonardo Victor, I know you are listening..."

Tyler Beasley suddenly said loudly:

"I admit that we had some unpleasantness before, but it is not something that cannot be solved... We are not street gangsters, we are all decent people with status. You can't use this method to deal with us! Listen, we can have a good talk... "

Just as he said this, there was a sudden bang on the stage in front, and a beam of light illuminated a piano placed in the center of the stage.

Then, a tall young man wearing a shirt walked onto the stage with a smile.

He first nodded slightly to the four members of the Punishment Group, then sat in front of the piano, rolled up his cuffs, and put his hands on the keys.

"Leonardo Victor, what do you want to do?"

Punishment Group CEO Damon Hellinger instinctively felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere and said in a deep voice:

"Business matters should be resolved in the business world. It is not a decent thing to send people to kidnap in private. We are not ordinary people. Once we disappear, do you know how serious the consequences will be? Of course, this is a small thing. We can forget the unpleasantness, as long as you let us go..."

Robert Horton also said loudly:

"We recognize your strength and the potential of MASA! As long as you let us go, we can accept you as a member of the punishment group..."

Li Xingzhou turned a deaf ear to what everyone in the Punishment Group said - yes, it is not honorable for me to kidnap you. You sent people to assassinate me. Hiring private detectives to do things is just a reasonable and normal business war. You are playing the American double standard very smoothly!

It's a pity that I am also bathing in the light of the lighthouse!

I'm pretty good at what you do, so what's the point of your clamoring to me?

Come and listen to me play a piece of music together happily!

Li Xingzhou pressed the keys heavily with both hands, emitting a roar like a bell.

Amidst the roar, the four members of the Punishment Group felt their hearts beat heavily at the same time, their heads were dizzy, and they were speechless and speechless.

Afterwards, Li Xingzhou devoted himself to playing "Game of Thrones"...

As the low, majestic and passionate melody listened to the ears, the four members of the Punishment Group felt as if they were witnessing scenes of turbulent and turbulent power struggles, and saw powerful people competing amidst intrigues and the flash of swords. Chasing the Throne, I saw the rise and fall of families and kings.

Finally, they vaguely saw a young king fluttering his huge wings of flame, holding a blood-stained sword, stepping on the boundless sea of ​​blood, sweeping up and devouring all opponents, and sat on the throne amidst the hymns of thousands of people prostrating and worshiping. The supreme throne forged with the swords of countless enemies...

I don’t know how much time passed.

When the four members of the Punishment Group, who were immersed in the illusion of piano music, came back to their senses, the stage returned to darkness. Leonardo Victor, the young president of MASA Company, was nowhere to be seen, and even the piano disappeared.

The restraints on their bodies were also removed, and the four of them somehow regained their freedom of movement.

"what happened?"

Teller and others looked at each other in confusion.

"Tie us here just to play piano music for us?"

"Is that guy a lunatic?"

"It's somewhat of a mental problem..."

The four of them murmured in low voices, with a lot of ridicule in their words, but they did not dare to stay here longer. They quickly found their mobile phones from their bodies, called their bodyguards, and walked out of the theater.

On the second floor of the theater, in a box.

Looking at the four members of the punishment group walking out, Emma asked Li Xingzhou in confusion:

"Boss, did you let them go so easily?"

Li Xingzhou held the cigarette in his mouth, took a puff, and said with a smile:

"Not everyone can listen to my piano solo for free. They will naturally pay the ticket price for it..."

In the world of cultivation, although the sound wave technique is considered a relatively niche magical power, it is not lacking in both the righteous path and the demonic path.

Li Xingzhou is good at so many musical instruments, not just to tease fairies and witches, but also to practice sonic skills.

The four members of the Punishment Group listened to him play Game of Thrones. They seemed to be fine on the surface, but their brains and hearts were already having problems.

Within a month, these four people either died of heart disease, cerebral hemorrhage, or developed Alzheimer's disease.

And we guarantee that no medical method will be able to find any clues.

Although the Big Three and their CEOs had incidents one after another within a month, and anyone with a discerning eye knew there was something wrong, this was not a shooting or assassination. As a new force that had just emerged, Li Xingzhou did not use rough methods against the established consortiums to destroy the so-called "rules of the game." And no fault has been found. Even if someone suspects MASA, what can be done to him?

This is America, a free and democratic society ruled by law. No one can accuse an outstanding young entrepreneur who operates legally and pays taxes according to regulations without any basis.

Not to mention that behind this young entrepreneur stands the Honorable State Justice...

"Once the Big Three are dead, the struggle for power within the Punishment Group will become chaotic. There should be no time to trouble us."

Li Xingzhou hugged Emma and said with a smile:

"We can even find the right time to take over several private prisons controlled by correctional groups..."

Emma sat on Li Xingzhou's lap, stuffed his big hands into her lapels, and reminded at the same time:

"Although the company's financial status is good, the orders from the military and SHIELD have not yet been completed, and the funds have not yet arrived. We do not have enough funds for the time being..."

"It doesn't matter. The Kingpin will support us. Plus, Selina has a lot of money there."

Li Xingzhou gently rubbed Emma's soft jade ball, which could only be held in a hand, and said leisurely:

"A Rex prison is not enough. America is so wonderful, and we must redouble our efforts to make America even better..."

…

Two days later, at 7 p.m.

Li Xingzhou drove a brand new Lincoln Navigator on the way to the Fantasy Bar.

His current career focus has shifted to MASA Company and private prisons, but the revenue is good, and he has not given up on the Dream Bar, which can support many low-level boys. He still arranges for Harry to be responsible for the management and operation, and he himself will occasionally go there. trip.

This is called "Taishan does not reject fine soil, so it can reach its height; rivers do not reject small streams, so it can reach its depth."

In addition, because the store has a richer and more complete range of wine resources than Li Xingzhou's home, Illyana often goes there to drink. The wine cabinet in Li Xingzhou's office has been almost half empty by her.

Today, Li Xingzhou made an appointment with Iliana to meet at the bar to exchange spells and spells.

On the way, a piece of news on the car radio caught his attention:

"The space research plan of the famous scientist Dr. Reed Richards was forced to suspend. It is reported that the space station where the doctor's team is located suffered unexpected cosmic ray radiation, a large number of equipment was damaged, and the doctor and his team members also suffered from unexpected physical conditions. , currently the doctor team has returned to the ground and is undergoing medical examination..."

Hearing this, Li Xingzhou raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, thinking that there would soon be four more superheroes in New York.

I just don’t know what’s going on with Dr. Doom.

Is it the clown-like Dr. Doom in the movie version, or the divine Lord Doom who leads the motherland to become a world power step by step?

At this time, the phone vibrated again. When I took it out, I saw a set of photos sent by the Death Walker team.

He slowed down the car, found a parking spot and pulled over before starting to look through the photos.

In the first photo, a car crashed into a roadside barrier. The front of the car was almost completely destroyed and the windshield was completely shattered.

The second photo shows a bald man leaning on the steering wheel.

In the third photo, the bald man leans back on the driver's seat with wide, dull eyes. There is a horrific wound on his neck that has torn an artery. It looks like it was torn apart by flying hood fragments. Cracked out.

"The family man died in the car in the end. This can be regarded as a good swimmer drowning in the water..."

Li Xingzhou sighed, observed a few seconds of silence for his family, transferred this set of photos to the Continental Hotel's dedicated mobile phone, and sent it to the Continental Hotel.

A moment later, the Continental Hotel sent a message confirming the completion of the reward. After the Continental Hotel took a commission, the remaining nine million reward was transferred to his secret account.

In addition to the sword bounty, there are also internal gold coins that can only be obtained by formal members, but he has to go to the Continental Hotel to pick up the gold coins.

Li Xingzhou plans to stop by the Continental Hotel to pick up gold coins when he goes to the company headquarters tomorrow.

After that, he did some operations on his mobile phone and transferred a bounty of 4.5 million dollars to the Death Walker team. Then he put down his mobile phone and concentrated on driving.

Not long after driving forward, a siren sounded from behind, and a police car with flashing lights appeared in the rearview mirror.

Li Xingzhou lowered his speed again, pulled over and gave way to the police car. Unexpectedly, after overtaking, the police car actually stopped in front of him.

Seeing the police car's purposeful stop, Li Xingzhou sighed helplessly, stopped the car and turned off the engine.

Two police officers got out of the police car in front, one was a tall and strong black male police officer with muscles that were about to burst his police uniform, and the other was a black female police officer with a medium build.

The policewoman touched the holster of her gun with her right hand, showed her ID with her left hand, and shouted to Li Xingzhou:

"NYPD, we suspect you are carrying contraband, please get out of the car immediately and get checked!"

Li Xingzhou glanced at the black male policeman and saw that he had no holster on his hand and looked carefree. He immediately knew that this guy was a fake - who would dare to be so careless when a beautiful police car stopped to check for contraband?

Putting your hand on the holster and being ready to draw the gun and empty the magazine is a basic operation.

Besides, the black male police officer did not hide his hostility.

He stared closely at the driver's seat, the strong hostility and anger in his eyes, which could be felt even if he didn't have any spiritual perception.

Li Xingzhou opened the door and got out of the car, raising his hand to touch his chest.

The policewoman immediately took out her gun, held the gun with both hands, pointed it at Li Xingzhou, and shouted:

"Hands down!"

Li Xingzhou turned a deaf ear, reached into his arms, took out a silver cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then took out a lighter and lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, exhaled a long stream of smoke, and then looked at The policewoman smiled and asked:

"Why don't you empty the magazine? You dare to pretend to be a police officer but don't dare to shoot?"

The policewoman was startled, and a flash of panic flashed in her eyes - she was a genuine police officer, but her companion was really a fake.

At this time, the black male policeman said in a deep voice:

"Misty, don't talk nonsense to this guy, capture him quickly and exchange him for Jessica."

Li Xingzhou suddenly realized:

"Are you here for Jessica Jones? So you are Luke Cage?"