People In Marvel, System Attackers

Chapter 85 Marvel Has These People?

The plane eventually stopped slowly on the runway of Guangdong-Hong Kong International Airport.

The last stop was Sicily.

The Gambino family.

The Gambino family, one of the top five black hand-party families in New York, is equally prominent in Italy.

The file size of the large families recorded by Itari is more than one hundred smaller, and the large families account for about one-third. The families are connected through a committee. The committee is extremely powerful and can kill people within the sphere of influence of any family without notifying its family members.

There is also an 11-member organization above the committee called the “Eleven-member Committee”. The eleven-member committee overrides all families and is the highest authority of the Mafia.

The Gambino family occupies a place on the 11-person committee, and has held the highest position among the 11-the godfather.

The spokesperson of the Gambino family at the high table is its core member-James Vator Grevino.

James is an old-fashioned person who abides by the precepts of the black hand party. He does not accept any coercion that would damage the prestige and interests of the family.

Coercion?

Mike is speechless, can’t he see how friendly and considerate his proposal is, as long as a billion dollars plus a fraction of the compensation.

Mike had to add 15 bullets to the loss list, and then visited Paul Gambino, the godfather of the Gambino family, that night.

The godfather who has experienced strong winds and waves has a calm expression and a stern look in his eyes.

He said: James died for the sake of his family, and he will get a decent funeral.

The inheritance must be properly distributed.

The widow will definitely be cared for, and even X life will be arranged for her.

Then we will arrange for other members to take over James’ position in the high table as soon as possible, and hope to get Mike’s understanding with a yes vote.

Mike highly praised Paul for being a wise elder. Under his leadership, the Gambino family will surely rise to a higher level and create new glory and history.

Then he moved the muzzle away from Paul’s temple.

The atmosphere is friendly and warm.

Mike said “good night” in a friendly way, and then came quietly and walked quietly without taking away a cloud.

In the darkness, Paul Gotti smashed his beloved vase on the wall for a lifetime, alarming the bodyguard.

“I’m fine.” Paul Gotti suppressed his anger, and his voice was hoarse with majesty and solemnity, just as usual.

He motioned for the bodyguard not to come in.

It’s useless to come in. These idiots didn’t even notice the employer was touched by the bedside.

Count on them?

Paul got up and opened the closet. There was a secret door leading to the secret room. He opened the safe. In addition to all kinds of fake shields, gold bars, bearer bonds, property ownership documents, etc., there was also an old mobile phone.

This mobile phone has two fast dials. The first one is to hold an emergency meeting of the eleven-member committee. The second is to obtain the authority to mobilize a special firing squad.

After thinking about it, Paul sighed, put his phone back, and locked the safe.

Sudden.

Paul found an extra piece of paper on the table next to him.

Cheap paper business cards.

Paul’s hands and feet were cold.

The next stop-Guangdong and Hong Kong.

The stewardess in the special class had a very good service attitude, and asked Mike softly what he needed. When the wine was delivered, there was a note with the hotel room number and mobile phone number underneath.

The embarrassing thing is that there are three such notes. These special class flight attendants are all carefully selected Latino beauties. It is so difficult to distinguish between them, so that it is difficult for Mike to make a choice.

It’s really a trouble of happiness.

How about eighty points for four people?

As for air combat?

Forget it, it’s not a private jet.

When the plane was about to land, all the colored thoughts disappeared, and Mike actually had a feeling of “near nostalgia”.

Mike jumped off the last step of the gangway, crossed his legs, raised his hands and shouted, “I’m coming!”

Most of the eyes that were attracted were kind, and a few people looked at fools.

Mike didn’t care.

Mixed feelings.

At T1 terminal of the airport, Mike wandered around while eating egg waffles.

Two heavy black cars parked at the exit.

Handsome and tough middle-aged man with gun gray stripes.

Intellectual brunette woman in khaki trench coat.

The bald man with erratic eyes.

A delicate young man in traditional white Tai Chi suits from the celestial dynasty.

It stands to reason that such a group of people should be very eye-catching, but other tourists are blind to it.

“It seems to be waiting for me.” Mike walked over.

I don’t know who it is.

By no means ordinary people.

The handsome middle-aged man did not stand and wait, but stepped forward to meet him with a smile on his face. He proactively stretched out his palm and said in English: “Hello, I am Zheng Xian of the Spear Bureau. Welcome to Guangdong and Hong Kong.”

The first impression on Mike was good.

At the moment, the Celestial Kingdom is a superpower that can compete with the United States. It has independently formed the Spear Bureau and has a hollow circular mobile aerial fortress-“Circle”, with analysts, operators, maintenance technicians, and field agents. Among other elites, more than 150,000 are stationed there, equipped with 16 air warships and a science department.

Its existing superhero team-“Dynasty”, and the future “Fengshen”.

The so-called not hitting the smiley face, Mike stretched out his palm and said in Chinese: “Hello, this is Mike Tang. Come and do something and travel by the way.”

Two powerful hands are held together.

This scene was photographed by the spies of S.H.I.E.L.D and passed on to the director of the black braised egg. According to the totally unprovable news, the director of Fury bit a small pink handkerchief and smashed a scarecrow named “Zheng X”.

Zheng Xian: “Some friends come from afar, not to mention… Can you let someone Zheng show the friendship of a landlord?”

“Isn’t it’a friend who comes from afar, even if it is far away’?” Mike joked, “Well, it’s better to be respectful than fate.”

“Haha, Mr. Tang is really humorous.” Zheng Xian laughed heartily, and then introduced three subordinates: Li Hongying, Sun Yisheng, and Shi Wenyan.

“Do you have any plans for Mr. Tang next?”

“It’s up to you.”

Mike got into one of the cars, and Shi Wenyan, the young man in a Tai Chi suit, tore a yellow talisman from the railing.

Spiritual power exuded from the spell.

Not a fool.

Noting Mike’s gaze, Zheng Xian said frankly: “This is the’idle avoidance talisman’ from Penglai. It is used to avoid unnecessary onlookers and attention. It is a trick.”

Penglai?

Okay, Kunlun has it, what’s so strange about Penglai?

Zheng Xian said, “Wen Yan is a martial artist from Penglai.”

“Oh.” Mike glanced at Shi Wenyan.

This person has a faint hostility towards him.

Did you offend him?

Or is it not natural to see that others are more handsome than him?

“Stop!” Mike suddenly shouted.

pull over.

Mike got out of the car, and when he came back, he had an extra spicy fish ball bought from a small stall in his hand.

“Sorry, sorry, I’ve long wanted to eat this kind of snack. Would you like to have some too?”

After a few minutes.

“parking!”

When he arrived at the Peninsula Hotel, Mike left his red bean bowl cake and his right hand pineapple buns. He also packed a bowl of young fins, typhoon tang roast goose, fire duck wings, wonton noodles, temple street beef offal, and fried spicy crab under the bridge.

Zheng Xian: “…”