I Am Gwen's Spider-Man Mentor.

Chapter 203 Empty Gloves White Wolf

Raymond's posture was extremely casual. He even began to tap the wooden back of the chair with his index finger, humming a tune that the gangsters could not understand.

"Wilson Fisk is not the only one who wants your life!" After an unknown amount of time, someone in the crowd gritted his teeth before answering the relaxed professor - Raymond was just about to say "Oh?" At that moment, the man continued the second half of his sentence:

"And Justin Hammer...he can't kill Tony Stark, that guy has a steel armor to protect him...but he can definitely kill you. Killing you is as good as killing three Starks! "

After hearing this "shocking" speech, the professor pulled down his glasses. He stared up at the speaker with his eyes, and his smile became a little brighter: "Really?"

"To know that Stark's net worth is... uh..." Raymond counted on his fingers, "There are so many zeros. If you triple it, you will almost have to add one to two zeros. I actually Is it so valuable?”

"In that case." Raymond blew a breath and laughed: "With so much money, why don't everyone here take action?"

Immediately afterwards, the atmosphere in the venue became quiet.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the "Golden Sand Eagle" on the table. Everyone's eyes were so intense that the handle of the pistol began to shake slightly, until one guy couldn't help but the trembling gun. Tempted, he staggered forward and rushed forward.

Then he tremblingly grabbed the pistol and pointed it at Raymond's forehead.

"It's just that I'm here to cooperate with you."

The professor had been keenly controlling the atmosphere of the whole place. He was not panicked when the barrel of the 12.7 mm pistol was pointed at his forehead. He seemed calm and composed.

But just because of these words, whether it was the person in the crowd who sneaked towards the pocket pistol on his belt or the fool in front of him holding the golden sand eagle, everyone's hand movements stopped.

"Everyone." Raymond looked past the pistol pointed at his forehead and looked at the gunman who was even a little older than him - because Europeans and Americans are older, Ray did not have a beard. Mond is like a child among these big guys.

But no one dares to underestimate this child who appears to be too young. He has proven himself with shocking results - and even proved that Tony Stark never chooses the wrong person.

"Kingpin can provide you with goods...but he will threaten you. He is the only one of you who can connect with the FBI and NYPD. The bosses on Capitol Hill need him, so he needs you."

Raymond explained the true meaning of Kingpin's rule in a few words. The big guys who were eyeing him covetously did not change their expressions, but they also murmured in their hearts - what on earth was he going to say?

"But I can provide you with a chance."

Raymond lowered his head and said these words very softly - but no matter how softly he said it, it would be like a thunder to these gangsters!

"It's easy to kill me, but it's not easy to kill Spider-Woman." Raymond shrugged: "It's quite possible to kill me, and you will suffer retaliation from some aspects... So instead of doing this, why don't you make peace? What about my cooperation?"

The gangster sitting opposite Raymond exchanged glances with several leaders at the same level, and then he emboldened himself: "Why do you do that?"

"Kingpin has been working hard in New York for so many years. He killed his first person at the age of twelve, and his record is even more brilliant... He has been here for half his life, and he will stay here in the future... you!"

There was considerable distrust in the man's tone: "You... you are only twenty-four or five years old. You have only been in the United States for a few years... ten years? With your little foundation, why should you cooperate with me? ?”

"I am the only channel you can choose now." Raymond finally reached out and used an index finger to gently push away the muzzle of the gun on his head, "I have close cooperation with the federal government's intelligence agencies. , the bureaucrats who are speculating on me now are like crucian carp crossing the river...Wilson Fisk holds your past in his hands, but I can promise you a future."

Hearing what he said, everyone in the room fell silent - but within a few seconds, everyone began to whisper to each other again, and the buzzing sound became louder and louder, until the whole place was in chaos. Everyone was whispering to each other.

Kingpin was the emperor of New York's underground empire and the head of another order in New York. His strength was of course not only the violence that his body could bring, but also the fact that he could mobilize another person in the mirror of New York. All the power of New York, his eyes and ears are all over New York, this is the terrifying thing about him!

But as a ruler, he also has to control people's hearts, financial power, and the scale of trust and distrust... all kinds of messy things. Now Wilson Fisk is far from the person who thought "strength can conquer everything". A naive child.

He builds himself up as the monopoly of the only channel for these gangs to connect to the top leaders. He builds himself as the only ruler who can unify these gangs at the top. He has monopolized all the channels up and down. , so he took this position firmly.

The good people only want to kill the Kingpin. Even Gwen Stacy has only recently gotten a taste of it - destroying the Kingpin is not her purpose, but the order of destroying the Kingpin. is Spider-Woman's ultimate goal.

But why should Raymond Xu?

What does he have?

He seemed to be very strong, and Stark recognized him, but Stark didn't let him go back to be president - and what if he was allowed to be president? He has no official position in the government... Even the Divine Spear Bureau only expressed its willingness to save his life, and other than that, it was grateful for help. Why should he?

In the end, everyone present had a few words of this sentence printed on their faces. While staring at Raymond with doubtful eyes, they nakedly showed him the words written on their faces.

Then Raymond laughed out loud——

"Do not believe?"

——Yeah, why do you believe it?

"Whether you believe it or not, you are just consumables in Kingpin's hands... There are too many gangsters like you in New York City, one after another, with new ones replacing old ones from generation to generation... You guys may be able to sit here singing and dancing today Shengping, but tomorrow, if you turn around, Kingpin will let a group of new people replace you, beat your mother in the toilet, and finally find a stupid policeman to shoot you to death in the street."

"Do you think you are human beings? Do you think you are human beings in the eyes of Kingpin? Do you think you are human beings in the eyes of the NYPD and the District Attorney? Do you think you are human beings in the eyes of the FBI and Capitol Hill?!"

"Your sins are your value, but they are also the cause of your death. You are just white gloves and consumables!"

Raymond continues to show his reality to the group without mercy - words that actually silence these murderous characters.

After a while, someone asked him: "Then what can you do?"

"The Director of National Intelligence...the White House..." Raymond said two nouns softly, "Right now, SHIELD is facing such a huge disaster, and the entire United States intelligence agency is witnessing a huge turmoil...and turmoil means Take the opportunity.”

As the professor finished speaking, the eyes of several middle-level gangsters present turned red from the bottom of their eyes.

"Unrest means..." Raymond stood up. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, raised his head toward the ceiling, and gently exhaled the air in his chest: "There are countless people who want to go up, and countless people who want to come down. A billionaire can lose everything overnight, and a pauper can have everything overnight."

"And you!" He actually began to reprimand these murderous gangsters: "But you know that you are staring at the one-third of an acre of land in front of you, your dance halls, casinos and messy pubs, or the mess you take care of. neighborhood, fighting Spider-Woman's volunteers until the world falls apart."

Raymond suddenly raised his voice, and the professor's roar echoed throughout the hall, as if he wanted to vent all the turbid gas and all the anger in his chest: "Isn't it embarrassing?!"

"It sounds like you can be more classy..." After a long time, a voice from an unknown source replied weakly.

"I'm not talented..." Raymond pointed to his chest with his index finger, "I don't have much ability, but I happen to have a channel, a direct channel to Washington, D.C., that channel can allow everyone present..."

Raymond hugged everyone's fists - he was so rude that he didn't look like a university professor at all, but more like a gangster who had been in the lower-class neighborhoods for a long time.

He is really good at playing different roles in front of different people!

"Turn over..." His voice softened - he was simply a natural speaker and instigator, and the emotions of everyone present were aroused by him at this moment. His voice was very soft, but people invariably listened with vigor and intensity.

"...Be a human being..."

The professor who looked nothing like a professor in front of him completed his last two words.

"The turmoil in the intelligence agencies made the White House start thinking about finding a suitable agent, and they chose me." Raymond pointed to himself again, "They asked me to create my own team and build my own dynasty."

Then he pointed in front of himself:

"You... you... of course, and you!" He spread his hands, "Do you want to be a gangster who is ridden by the NYPD or FBI or CIA, or do you want to be the master and take out a fucking book? I photographed my secret service card in front of him and said – I don’t want to accept this?!”

　Well, it has been cut in half since the end of November, and by the middle of this month it is basically positioned at a daily average level of 11 to 400... It seems that I really shouldn't write about big plots.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)