Detroit, a small city in the federal state of Alabama
The reason it became federally famous is because of a new regulation by the Alabama state government.
As the crime rate in Detroit has been rising year by year, in order to protect the safety of citizens, the federal authorities have isolated the most dangerous criminals in the city and placed them in the dreaded crime-free zone "Red Brick District!"
Several communities were isolated in the city, and the people inside were defined as criminals. Apart from daily water and electricity supply, this area was used as a prison by the state government.
This happened in the Federation, which has always advocated freedom and equality. It seems a little unbelievable, but this is the reality. The freedom and democracy that the Federation emphasizes is more like a weapon of class formation rather than a proposition.
The establishment of this special crime zone was a decision made by the Alabama state government. According to the federal constitution, even the federal government, the newly elected black president, had no right to interfere.
This kind of criminal zone, controlled by gangs, can be said to be a paradise for criminals. Some normal people living in such places are always thinking about moving out.
However, if you want to move out of the community, in addition to obtaining the consent of the gangs in the community, you also need to obtain a "special pardon" from the Detroit Police Department. Otherwise, even if you really move to another community, you will become the focus of surveillance by the police.
Therefore, many people in the Red Brick Community choose to become informants for the Detroit Police Department to help them monitor what is happening in the community.
However, these people often don't end up well.
... ... ...
In the early hours of the morning, in the Red Brick Special Zone, a figure suddenly appeared on the high wall erected by the state government. He grasped the protrusions on the wall with nimble hands and feet and climbed down through the cracks in the bricks, as nimble as a monkey.
In just a few breaths, he climbed down the four or five meter high wall.
Under the high wall, it was dark and there was no one in sight. The man in the hoodie put the hood on his head and slipped into a small alley.
After about three or four minutes, he reappeared on the road with a shabby motorcycle under his crotch.
"Buzz buzz buzz—"
A gangster guard on the high wall rubbed his eyes and looked at the road, only to see the shadow of the motorcycle's taillight. He cursed, rubbed his eyes, and continued to lie on his makeshift single bed, hugging his AK47, and continued to fall asleep.
The man in the hoodie rode his motorcycle for about an hour and turned into a fork in the road. After another half an hour, he finally found a run-down motel by following the mottled and rusty neon sign.
The owner of the hotel was a bloated middle-aged fat man. He sat in the boss chair in front of the glass counter. His eyes were narrowed into slits as he looked at the hot magazines on the counter. His hands were under the counter, and he was fiddling with something.
Hearing the sound of the wind chimes at the door, the boss raised his head, looked at the hooded man who came in, and said in a weak tone:
“Ten dollars for accommodation....”
The hoodie man silently pulled out a ten-dollar bill from his wallet and slapped it on the table.
The boss stretched out his fat arm from the small window of the glass counter, took the money, turned his seat, took a bunch of keys from the shelf, and handed them to the man in the hoodie.
"The room is the third one on the left on the second floor,"
The innkeeper yawned and said, "If you need to relieve your sexual needs, there is a phone book for girls in the first cabinet. I would like to advise you to take some protective measures."
The man in the hoodie took the key stained with an unknown white liquid, walked silently to the second floor, walked up the stairs in two or three steps, and found the room according to the house number.
The stale-smelling bedding, the cigarette-riddled carpet, the yellowed window glass, and the intermittently functioning fan gave off an air of decay and oldness, just like the exterior of this urban motel.
The man in the hoodie came to the bathroom mirror and took off his hood, revealing his face and neck covered with tattoos of letters.
Kaka!
The man took out a pistol from his waist, loaded the bullet, held the gun, and sat down in front of the slightly yellowed bedding in the hotel, waiting silently.
Time passed little by little, and the old clock on the wall of the hotel showed that about half an hour had passed, and then there was a rhythmic knock on the door.
The man stood up swiftly, holding the pistol in both hands, and pointed it sideways at the not-very-thick wooden door of the hotel.
Years of community life experience have told him that when faced with such a situation, he should never stand at the door, otherwise he would be easily shot into a sieve by a burst of gunfire from outside.
"Lino, it's me, Damian!"
Just as the man raised his gun and aimed, a deliberately suppressed voice was heard outside the door.
The man breathed a sigh of relief, holding the gun in his right hand, walked to the door, carefully opened the bolt with his left hand, and opened the door a crack.
After confirming that the person at the door was someone he was familiar with, he opened the door completely. However, the next moment, he raised his gun and pointed it at the man named Damian.
"Who is he? Didn't we agree that you would come alone this time? You betrayed me!"
Lino pointed his gun at Damian and the long-haired man behind him.
"Calm down, Lino, he is our ally. The 500,000 US dollars that I promised to give you was paid by him! He is the employer!" Damian spread his hands and explained to Lino.
Lino frowned: "He is the employer? Didn't you say that the money was paid by your Detroit Police Department?"
Damian smiled bitterly. “Hey, Lino, you should know the situation in the police station. Those gentlemen don’t want to deal with the affairs of the Red Brick Community!”
Lino knew Damian was right. If the Detroit Police Department had really done something, there would be no Red Brick District.
He looked at the man behind Damian. He had long black hair and was wearing a long-sleeved casual denim top. He had a baseball cap on his head with the brim pulled down low. It was obvious that he didn't want to be recognized.
"Come in!" Lino tilted his head and motioned for the two to follow him into the house.
There was only one chair in the old hotel room. Lino put the gun behind his butt, motioned Damian to sit on the bed with him, and gave the chair to his employer.
"I heard from Damian that the drug lord in the Red Brick District has recently switched to counterfeit money business. Do you have any clues?"
After the man in the baseball cap sat down, he first raised his arm and operated a watch a few times, then looked up at Lino.
Lino stared at the man's metallic prosthetic hand and quietly took note of this feature.
"Does the 500,000 you promised to give me count?" Lino did not answer the man's question, but asked back.
The man looked at Lino, and Lino could clearly feel the scrutinizing gaze beneath the brim of his hood.
The gaze that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts made Lino tremble in his heart. He forced himself to be strong and swallowed his saliva.
Just when he felt like he couldn't hold on any longer, the man took out a check from his coat pocket, held it between his fingertips and gestured to Lino:
"As long as you can satisfy me, these five hundred thousand will be yours!"
Lino's eyes kept following the check, and he spoke quickly:
"Tremaine has indeed been involved in the counterfeit money business recently. About a year ago, every once in a while, someone would come to the Red Brick District with banknotes to trade.
At first, I thought Tremaine was still selling drugs, but then one day, I heard from one of his leaders that he had opened a counterfeit banknote factory in the community, specializing in making counterfeit banknotes. They were all large-denomination banknotes, and the quality was very high, which could fool the C-type printing machine! "
As he spoke, Lino took out a brand new bill from his pocket and handed the hundred-dollar bill with Franklin's portrait printed on it to the man.
The man took the banknote in his hand, twisted it twice, and found that he could not tell whether the banknote was real or fake just by the feel.
He silently put the bill into his pocket, then looked up and asked Lino:
"You mean, there is a counterfeit money factory in the community. Do you know the exact location?"
"It's in the building where Tremaine lives. But the security is very tight, with at least 70 or 80 gunmen. If you want to take over the counterfeit money factory, you'd better give up as soon as possible. Most of the people in the entire Red Brick Community are his people. Even if the Detroit Police Department dispatches all its forces, they can't do anything to them!"
Lino saw the man's plan and shook his head to persuade him.
The man took out a black pen and signed the amount on the check, then handed it to Lino: "This is a hundred thousand U.S. dollar bill. I need a map of the community, including the address of the counterfeit money factory and the distribution of security inside. If you can get it, I will pay you another four hundred thousand dollars later!"
"I think you are really crazy. Let me make it clear first. I am only responsible for providing the map. I am not responsible for anything else. I have one condition. I will give you the map, and you give me a certificate from the police station. I must leave the Red Brick District before you take action. I don't want to be treated as a traitor by the people of Tremaine!"
Lino took the check and explained his conditions while checking it carefully.
The man quickly agreed to his conditions, and the two agreed to meet in the hotel three days later to exchange the money for the goods.
... ... ..
"Stark, the American version of the counterfeit money factory is confirmed to be in the Red Brick District of Detroit, and the Euro version of the counterfeit money factory is in the 13th arrondissement of Paris, France. Both locations have been basically locked down. What should we do next? Notify S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
The black Ford sedan was driving in the dark night, and Bucky turned on the in-car communication system.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. is full of Tang's people. We must not alert S.H.I.E.L.D. to this matter. If these counterfeit money businesses are really related to him, he will definitely destroy the evidence one step ahead after getting the news!"
"Leave France to me, and you handle the counterfeit money factory in Detroit. I will find you a group of reliable people. Remember, the most important thing is to get evidence that Tang Song is involved in the counterfeit money business!"
"There are just some gangsters over here in Detroit. I can handle this place myself!"
Listening to what Bucky said, there was no sound from the other end of the communication channel, but Bucky could hear the slight breathing sound from the other end.
"Tony, I'm sorry about Howard. I didn't know that you-"
Bucky just opened his mouth to speak when a gruff voice interrupted him rudely: "I'll leave the matter in Detroit to you—"
Listening to the dead tone on the other end of the phone, Bucky sighed and raised his metal arm. During the time he became the Winter Soldier, his metal arm was stained with countless blood.
Now the only motivation that keeps him alive is revenge for Steve.
After finding out who killed Steve, he will atone for his mistakes.
A morning fog had risen on the road outside the car at some point. Bucky turned on the fog lights of the car and suddenly noticed a dozen or so figures standing in the fog on the road ahead.
Bucky vigilantly took out an M4a1 carbine from the co-pilot seat and aimed at the figure in the thick fog through the front windshield.
"Wow! Winter!"
With a strange cry, Bucky suddenly felt the roof of his car sink, as if something had fallen on it.
Bucky held the steering wheel with one hand, pointed his gun at the roof and shot
“Da da da da—”
In an instant, half of the bullets in the carbine were emptied. Blood continued to seep out from the hole on the top of the car. Just when Bucky thought he had dealt with the thing that fell on the roof.
A blood-red figure that looked like a skinned monster suddenly leaned out from the front windshield, hanging upside down, opened its big mouth full of sharp teeth, and roared at Bucky, staring at Bucky through the front windshield with its scarlet, bloodshot eyes.
If an ordinary person saw this scene, he would be scared to death or at least at a loss.
However, as a former top killer of Hydra and a transformed warrior, Buggy has seen all kinds of scenes.
Facing this skinning monster, he simply raised his gun and shot, with the muzzle pointed steadily at the monster's head.
Da da da da da—
Another half-volley of bullets was fired, and the front windshield was shattered into countless pieces. The monster whose head was shot by him was twitching.
As Bucky turned the steering wheel sharply, the car drifted on the spot, and the body of the skinned monster was thrown more than ten meters away and landed in the mud beside the road.
Looking back at the "human figures" becoming clearer and clearer in the thick fog!
Bucky stepped on the accelerator and sped away on the road.
But soon, another group of figures appeared on the road ahead, looking at the group of werewolves in front of them wearing fang necklaces and holding various weapons in their hands.
Kaka! Bucky let go of the steering wheel and replaced the magazine of his rifle.
Putting the rifle on the front window which lacked a windshield, Bucky faced the dozen or so werewolves, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed towards them while firing.
Facing the bullets shot by Bucky, the werewolves didn't move. One of the werewolves knelt on one knee, took out a military green rocket launcher from his back, aimed it at Bucky's car and pulled the trigger.
The rocket, with a flash of fire, hit Bucky's car directly.
... ... ..
boom!
The flames of the explosion shot up into the sky. Bucky jumped out of the car in an emergency and ran down the road under the cover of thick fog.
“Hiss!”
A dozen werewolf warriors holding huge axes followed closely behind, and with the werewolf's keen sense of smell, they quickly blocked Bucky.
"Are you from Tang Group?"
Surrounded, Bucky clenched his metal prosthetic fists and assumed a combat stance. At the same time, he quietly turned on the recording function of his watch.
A dozen werewolf warriors just looked at him silently. In the thick fog, a dozen pairs of beast boys seemed to be emitting green light.
Bucky turned around and pulled his waist behind his back. A palm-sized metal disc appeared in his hand and he threw it at the orcs.
The disc flashed red in the air, and with a few beeping alarms, a four or five meter long fireball suddenly exploded.
After throwing the exploding frisbee, Bucky turned around and ran away without even looking at the result of the explosion. At the same time, he took out a spray from his arms and kept spraying it on his body, trying to cover up the smell on his body.
call!
Suddenly, a huge axe flew out from the thick fog and chopped towards the back of Buggy's head. If Buggy hadn't felt the wind behind his head and lunged forward suddenly, the axe would have cut off half of his skull.
In the thick fog, a hairy werewolf at least 2.5 meters tall walked out.
The werewolf caught the spinning tomahawk, opened his mouth wide, revealing four big fangs, and stared at Bucky.
Behind him stood a dozen tall werewolves, with fang necklaces hanging around their necks.
If there are people from the dark world here, they can definitely be identified by the number of fangs they wear. They are the most elite warriors of the Orcs!
Although Buggy is not from the dark world, he is a seasoned killer. He can feel that any one of the people in front of him can kill him.
Although Buggy was trembling all over, he was not a man who would give up easily. He clenched his metal fists and rushed directly towards the leading orc.
The leading orc had muscles as strong as steel. Facing Buggy who was rushing towards him, a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes, and the big axe in his hand swung directly towards Buggy.
... ... ... .
Vatican City
Originally, the World Security Council's investigation into the terrorist attack gave an official and reasonable explanation that there was no terrorist attack, but that a meteorite accidentally hit the Vatican's cathedral.
The Pope and four cardinals were martyred in the meteorite disaster.
Once the news was announced, Christians throughout the West fell into silence.
At the funeral of the former Pope, tens of thousands of devout believers came to the holy place to pray.
Even Tang Song, the president of Tang Group who had not been seen for a long time, came to the Vatican in the midst of his busy schedule.
The hastily crowned new Pope Hyde arranged a grand guard of honor to welcome Tang Song and his party.
Two thousand knights of the Holy See formed a battle array on the ground, all of them holding their swords in front of their chests.
When Tang Song walked down the gangway of the private plane, two thousand Vatican knights knelt on one knee at the same time.
Pope Hyde, wearing a white robe and a triple crown, walked slowly towards Tang Song. From a distance, Pope Hyde stretched out his arms:
"Welcome, distinguished friend."
Boss Tang smiled, opened his arms, and walked towards Hyde with a big laugh.
In full view of the crowd, Tang Song and Pope Hyde hugged each other tightly.
Pope Hyde began to introduce the high-ranking officials of the Holy See who came with him to greet Boss Tang.
They were all newly promoted cardinals in white. There was nothing they could do. The real core of the Church had long been buried in the soil along with that unknown meteorite.
At this time, Boss Tang’s acquaintances in the Inquisition could not show up openly. After all, the Inquisition was an organization that was not very popular in the Middle Ages.
Tang Song sighed and hugged Bishop Hyde tightly:
“My condolences!”
After the hug, he and Bishop Hyde faced the believers together, their expressions solemn and dignified.
Next to the two of them was a royal sister in a long dress and with long hair. On her forehead, there was a circle of plum blossom marks dotted with stars and broken gold. She looked very beautiful, but this good-looking woman had a cold face throughout the whole process.
However, when the Vatican photographer captured her in the camera, those who were watching the live broadcast took note of her appearance and filed her in the file as someone who should not be messed with.
So as to prevent the people below from having conflicts with Tang Song because of a woman.
During this period, a bloody storm broke out in secret places unknown to ordinary people.
Countless wealthy businessmen had their homes confiscated and their families destroyed, and their assets were swallowed up by the Tang Group and other forces.
These wealthy people who have fallen from grace are all members of the Freemasons.
... ... ... ... ... .
Boss Tang was very busy and only showed up at the funeral before leaving.
Bishop Hyde smiled and saw Tang Song off as he boarded the private plane.
Afterwards, the new Pope was crowned and his first decree was to summon all the world's famous religious scholars, Catholic and Christian research experts to further revise the Bible.
The reason is that many precious ancient books were burned along with the meteorite.
... ... ... ... ... .
"Boss, we've found the person. The one who tracked down our counterfeit money base was Bucky!"
On a highway outside Detroit, a group of cleaners wearing raincoats were sweeping up body parts on the ground with cleaning tools.
Not far away, Kane was leaning against a Hummer, watching his cleaners cleaning while talking on the phone with Tang Song.
"The counterfeit money business doesn't mean much to us now. Let's find someone to pass the blame to and add some sales to Frank!" On the private plane, Tang Song held a satellite phone in his hand and stroked Hela's breasts with his left hand. Hela's face was as cold as ice, and the broken gold plum blossom mark on her forehead continued to emit golden light.
"How is Li Wen doing in Paris lately? I haven't seen him in a few years!"
"He's not very honest! Boss, the money we gave him is enough for him to live a carefree life in France for the rest of his life. Although he has opened a gallery in Paris, our people found out that he has been secretly printing counterfeit money without telling us! He opened a counterfeit money factory in Paris in partnership with local gangsters!"
"As a painter, maybe he is born to like realistic paintings, so let's help him!"
"Yes! Boss!"
Kane listened to the other end of the phone being hung up and watched his cleaners pack the body parts on the ground into bags. After they cleaned up the scene, the garbage truck left.
He then opened the door of the cockpit. In the co-pilot seat, a young man slowly breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Kane nod at him.
The thick fog covering this section of road began to thin as the sun rose.
When the city of Detroit returned to its bustle, everything on this busy road became the same as before.
"That should be the grazing land of Jehovah. What are you and Odin planning? The Heaven Dimension is not to be trifled with!"
On the private plane, Tang Song hung up the phone. Hela, whose stockings were bulging from his touch, slapped his hand away and asked.