Marvel's Summoner Arrives

Chapter 82 South Sea Wharf
"Sam, everyone will be called Sam, but I didn't expect you, Sam, to sell alien weapons." Jardin Edson said playfully, playing with the robot arm in his hand.

"So, Sam, can you tell me where these come from?"

"If you want this thing, you have to pay for it first." In Spider-Man, Sam, who was code-named Thriller and was killed by Tooms in the movie, looked at the man in front of him, his eyes suddenly sank.

"I don't care where you are from, but if you want to be black and black, you can just try it." He said, glanced at the man in black who was approaching, his pupils shrank slightly, but said confidently.

"Anyway, I'm just a little brother."

"Interesting." Jardin Edson narrowed his eyes, carefully studied his expression, and suddenly waved back. Suddenly, a man in black put a white suitcase in front of Sam.

"Here is 50 US dollars, you guys, I want all of them, and I also want you to bring a message."

After Sam finished counting the money, a satisfied smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth, he closed the suitcase with a snap, and handed it to the person behind, said.

"You said."

"On the night of 49 days ago, I was cut off by someone. I want to ask your boss, do you recognize a group of guys who call themselves the Hand Society." Jardin Edson stroked the returned arm, as if nothing had happened.

"The Hand, isn't that the group of people from the island country? You are so unfortunate that you have offended that group of lunatics." Sam sneered, his expression straightened.

"However, we never deal with those people."

"Very good." Jardin Edson didn't care, and waved his hand to let his people back down.

"Then please send a message to your boss and tell him, or the people behind him, that if you want to save Bruce Wilson, come to South China Sea Wharf to pick someone up."

"OK, if you want, I'll deliver it on time." Sam spread his hands and said.

After a while, he drove the minivan and took the people out of here.

"Boss, he's so arrogant..." Watching Sam leave, a black leader came over and asked.

"Hey, a brainless little bastard, what's the use of killing him?" Jardin Edson said, holding the robot arm in his hand, and punched the wall beside him.

bang...

With a loud noise, a hole the size of a bowl appeared on the stone wall, and cracks spread like spider webs.

"The old guy's daughter, have you caught it?" Jardin Edson said with satisfaction.

"I've caught it, but Bruce Wilson hasn't. I'll take someone there right away."

"Idiot, do you need to catch him? He will come by himself." Jardine Edson sneered, his face turned cold and became extremely gloomy.

"Leave me a message. If he doesn't arrive at the South China Sea Wharf at 10 o'clock tomorrow night, I'll kill his whole family to feed the crocodiles."

"clear."

With that said, a group of people quickly left the bridge.

"I would like to see who gave you the courage." Inside the car, Jardin Edson thought slowly.

For more than a month, he bloodbathed the Hand in Brooklyn, Chinatown gangs, and the Russian Mafia before finally reaching a settlement and confirming that the people who were there that day came from his subordinates.

but……

This tell was exposed by Bruce Wilson himself.

He doesn't understand.

An old dog who just wants to get rich, where did he get the courage to die like this?
Catch up with outsiders!

That is inevitable, but Toombs and his gang, a few months ago, were still a bunch of demolition and construction workers.

Obviously, there is someone behind them.

So who, with such a great ability, made Bruce Wilson rebel overnight.

Jardin Edson knows that since the arrival of aliens, the forces in this world are facing a reshuffle.

Even if he is the underground king of Brooklyn, he is no better than a dog in the face of real monsters.

He can admit defeat and leave with a rich fortune, but he cannot retreat.

The jackal in Hell's Kitchen was staring at him, Jin Bin, the guy he regarded as his deadly enemy, if he retreated, he would be swallowed without bones.

"Let's fight, either be crushed into dust, or leap to become the underground king of New York." Jardin Edson's mouth showed a frenzy of anticipation.

"I hope you don't disappoint me."

……

The next day, late.

"Understood, I will go there." The corner of Bruce Wilson's mouth curled up slightly.

Life is a gamble.

Who wins and who loses, only God knows!

But today, he knows, because Toombs told him three days ago, the feedback from that person.

He knew exactly what kind of person Jardin Edson was. He was a demon who looked gentle and elegant on the outside, but was cold and crazy in his bones.

"Can you still crush it?" Thinking of the cloaked man with strange powers, Bruce Wilson thought.

He went to the closet and chose a black evening suit, as if attending a grand reception, without the slightest worry on his face.

Come out to mix, sooner or later you have to change.

The difference is that one must live smartly and die with consideration, which is the inevitable realization of survival in the cracks.

hum...

A modified Rolls-Royce rushed into the dark night and headed for the South China Sea Wharf.

like.To a city of sin.

Half an hour later, at a pier on the Hudson River, a figure shrouded in darkness descended.

In his eyes, a middle-aged man in a suit was walking towards the center of the pier, where there was only light.

It looked like it had entered the mouth of a ferocious monster.

"Jardin Edson?" Seeing this scene, the black figure murmured in a low voice, his posture was elegant, standing proudly in mid-air, his body and shadow perfectly blended, so that no one could notice.

"Unexpectedly, undefended?" Coming to the main entrance of the pier, there was a blurred light shining from the inside, and his faint face was revealed in the black figure.

It was Su Fei who received the message from Tooms.

He looked up and saw a dozen people of various colors, all armed.

In the middle of the workshop, a young man with broken blond hair sat straight upright in the center. Beside him, a beautiful girl was tied to the seat.

And Bruce Wilson has already reached the center.

"You are very confident and dare to come here alone." Jardine Edson smiled softly.

"It's not self-confidence, it's elegance. Of course, it's also forced by the situation." Bruce Wilson smiled faintly, his face straightened.

"Let my daughter go, I'll give you what you want."

"Here?" Jardin Edson sneered, and walked over with the knife in hand. The cold light slid on Bruce Wilson's body and pressed along his chest muscles.

There is a black cloth, which conceals the redness of the bleeding.

"I don't know how to take what I want?" Jardin Edson looked at the throbbing blue vein on Bruce Wilson's forehead, his eyes turned cold.

"Now I'm going to dig a piece of your meat and feed it to your daughter who has been hungry for a day. Do you think she will eat it?"

While speaking, Jardin Edson unbuttoned Bruce Wilson's suit and shirt, and suddenly glaring blood appeared in front of Laura Wilson's eyes.

There is a sharp knife pointing down, ready to cut the flesh.

However, Jardin Edson paused, glanced at Laura Wilson, whose pupils constricted and began to struggle, and said to him again, with a cold tone.

"Say, who is behind you?"

(End of this chapter)