Los Angeles, a base of the Golden Gate Group.
As one of the most powerful gangs in South Korea, the Kinmen Group has also developed its own overseas business.
They engage in human trafficking in Southeast Asian countries, helping people to smuggle into the Federation and charging high agency fees.
Because it is an illegal transaction, it is common for the Kinmen Group's thugs to detain and buy these illegal immigrants.
The erotic venues they opened in New York and Los Angeles were mostly populated by Southeast Asian girls they had hauled off smuggling boats.
These girls who dreamed of making a lot of money in the Federation were beaten, disciplined, and sent directly to the brothel.
Girls like this who are pretty and good-looking are treated quite well.
The most profitable business of the Golden Gate Group in the Federation is actually the smuggling and illegal trading of human organs.
This South Korean-run hospital in Los Angeles is the base for the Golden Gate Group's illegal organ transplantation.
The person in charge of guarding this hospital is Wan Xi from the Kinmen Group. He is a subordinate of Li Zhongjiu, the third leader of the Kinmen Group, and is in charge of the organ smuggling business in Los Angeles.
"Oh my god, where did Jong-seok die again?"
Wan Xi stood in the operating room, with his hands on his hips, watching two doctors skillfully remove the man's kidneys, heart, cornea and other valuable organs on the operating table one by one and place them in a special incubator.
He cursed as he took a cigarette out of the box.
Jong-sik is Wan-sik's younger brother, and both brothers are thugs for the Kinmen Group.
"Come on, you bastard, be gentle. If you break your heart, I'll take it out and replace it with a new one."
Seeing a doctor almost fall to the ground while carrying an incubator, Wan Xi was so angry that he threw the cigarette in his hand at him and cursed.
The doctor bowed repeatedly to Wan Xi, then picked up the incubator and left in a hurry.
Wan Xi cursed as he knocked out another cigarette and was about to light it.
His cell phone suddenly rang.
"Ashi!"
After Wan Xi angrily took out his cell phone, his expression changed.
"Hey, Zhong Jiu brother!"
"Wan Xi, Ding Qing's people got into trouble in New York, you should be careful in Los Angeles too!"
In Seoul, South Korea, in an unfinished building that has not yet been topped off, Lee Jong-gu sits on a leather sofa, overlooking the night view of Seoul.
He had just received news that several bases of the Kinmen Group in the Federation had been seized.
After reminding his subordinates, Li Zhongjiu hung up the phone and cursed.
He really didn't understand what the president was thinking. The entire federal underworld was in a state of panic, but he insisted on touching the territory left by Jin Bing.
"Siba!"
After taking the last puff of his cigarette, Li Zhongjiu flicked the cigarette butt downstairs and casually threw his suit jacket over his shoulder.
"Let's go, guys! I'll treat you to barbecue today!"
Li Zhongjiu took the lead, and four or five younger brothers behind him bowed and followed silently.
… …
Black Clinic, Los Angeles.
Wan Xi hung up the phone with a serious look on his face. After thinking for a moment, he pushed the door and walked out of the operating room.
"Hey, you, and you, come here!"
In the corridor outside the operating room, several big men of different skin colors were leaning against the wall smoking.
Look at their exposed tattoos and the undisguised pistols on their waists.
It is possible to see the origins of these big men; they are the gunmen trained by Wan Xi.
The Federation is not South Korea. If you want to survive here without strong strength, you would have been devoured without a trace left.
Wan Xi used the money from organ trafficking to hire a dozen gunmen in Los Angeles, which was the reason why he could engage in organ trading safely in this Korean area.
Following Wan Xi's greeting, several big men came up to Wan Xi.
"Strengthen the vigilance in the next two days and don't let outsiders in!"
Wan Xi was telling several gunmen some precautions when the door of the black clinic was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
Wan Xi's first reaction was to quickly reach for the pistol at his waist.
His gun was still undrawn, and with the light from the corridor he was able to see who was coming.
"Oh my god, it's you, kid. Where have you been fooling around again?"
Seeing that the person coming was his younger brother, Wan Xi breathed a sigh of relief. He scolded with a smile and was about to step forward when he suddenly noticed that his brother's expression was not right.
Jong-sik's eyes kept looking to the right, and big beads of sweat were streaming down his forehead.
"Ah Xi, I told you not to go looking for those big foreign women. Aren't the Southeast Asian women in the field more attractive?"
Wan Xi walked towards Zhong Xi with a teasing look. With his hands behind his back, he gestured to a few of his men and quietly reached for the pistol at his waist.
“Puff!”
Before Wan Xi's hand could touch the handle of the gun, a black cross dart pierced through the back of his hand.
"Ah!" The intense pain made Wan Xi let out a scream.
He covered the back of his hand and tried to push open the door of the operating room in a panic.
In front of the operating room door, green lines appeared in the air, and then a strong white man in camouflage clothes appeared out of nowhere and stood in front of him.
"Snake Eyes, you should have stabbed him in the head!"
The sturdy man stood in front of Wan Xi and threw a heavy punch at him.
The fist as big as a sandbag hit Wanxi's head hard. With a dull thud, Wanxi felt his head go dark and he fell to the ground with a bang. The strong impact made his nose and ears bleed.
“I love this job!”
The sturdy man kicked Wan Xi, who was lying on the ground, and sent him flying four or five meters away. He pulled out his pistol and fired several shots at several gangster gunmen who had not yet reacted.
A black man with a nose ring was shot several times in the chest before he could react. He was shot like a hornet's nest.
"Fuck!"
Another black man who was nearby was so scared that he fell to the ground, his hands trembling as he reached for his pistol.
Swish! A samurai sword pierced through his back and pinned him to the ground.
A mysterious man wrapped in black armor stepped on his back, pulled out a samurai sword, and swung it back, chopping off the hand of another henchman who was trying to shoot him.
"Well done, Snake Eyes!"
The sturdy white man gave a thumbs up to the mysterious man whose head was covered in a black helmet, and strangled a thug by the neck with his backhand.
Kacha, the arm, which was as thick as an ordinary person's thigh, exerted a little force, and the unlucky guy's head directly saw his own butt.
"How about a competition to see who kills the most?"
The sturdy white man clenched his fists and gave Snake Eyes a provocative look.
Snake Eyes swung the samurai sword in his hand and extended his little finger to the white man.
The two of them looked at each other with full of tension, and were about to attack the few remaining minions.
“Puff, puff, puff…”
After a few bursts of shots from a silenced rifle, a familiar voice came from the communicator:
"Steelhead, Snake Eyes, hurry up, we have a mission. General Hawke's orders, we have to go to the Middle East to carry out a rescue mission!"
The white burly man shrugged at Snake Eyes and clicked his communicator: "Roadblock received!"
Just as the two were walking out of the black clinic, the burly white man stepped on the neck of Wan Xi who had just woken up, and broke his neck with a click.
"One more than you!" The strong white man smiled, revealing a row of white teeth, and stretched out a finger towards Snake Eyes.
“Puff!”
Before the white man could be happy for too long, Snake Eyes threw his samurai sword backhanded.
Jong-sik, who was hiding aside and trembling, had no time to react before the sharp samurai sword pierced his temple directly.
Snake Eyes walked over, pulled out his katana, and wiped the red and white liquid on the katana with the clothes from Jong-sik's body.
After wiping the samurai sword clean, Snake Eyes put it back into the scabbard on his back. He also extended his index finger towards the white man and shook it gently.
The sturdy white man spread his hands, and the two men walked out of the black clinic side by side.
… …
“I still like this job!”
In the passenger seat of a military Hummer, a muscular white man was holding a flat wine jug and drinking while talking to the driver in the driving seat.
"I've long disliked these gangsters, but I didn't expect that the bigwigs in the Ministry of Defense would actually ask us to clear out these gangsters. As the Eastern saying goes, we're using a butcher knife to kill a chicken!"
"By the way, what mission are we going to perform in the Middle East?"
"Let's go find a missing billionaire. We won't go back to Serbia. Let's go directly to the airport. There are planes there that fly directly to Afghanistan!" The driver answered the white man's questions while driving.
"Billionaire, when did this become our job?" The sturdy white man took a sip of wine with some dissatisfaction.
"The optical stealth camouflage you are wearing and many of the equipment in our base were developed by him. What do you think?"
The driver glanced at the strong white man.
The muscular white man touched the large camouflage uniform he was wearing, "Tony Stark?"
Thinking of the sensational news over the past two days, he suddenly realized that it was no wonder that their special forces were mobilized to search for someone, as Tony Stark was a hot commodity in the Department of Defense.
In the back seat of the Hummer, Snake Eyes crossed his arms and watched the white man chatting with the driver next to him.
Suddenly, Snake Eyes looked out the window and saw two Mercedes-Benz cars passing by them.
Through the open car window, Snake Eyes' gaze met that of a large man in a black skull shirt.
The danger was like two fierce beasts meeting on a narrow road. The sixth sense between the same kind made Snake Eyes reflexively reach for his samurai sword.
The three cars passed each other quickly.
The white man sitting in the passenger seat seemed to have noticed the person in the passenger seat of the Mercedes-Benz. He said to himself in some confusion:
"Why is he here?"
"Who is it?" The driver did not see the person in the passing Mercedes-Benz, but through the rearview mirror, he noticed Snake Eyes' reaction.
To be frank, Snake Eyes is the most skilled member of the entire special forces.
The person who could make him react on guard immediately is definitely not an ordinary person.
"Frank Custer! A former captain in the Marine Corps! I've dealt with him before, he's a very capable guy!"
The white man looked at the taillights of the departing Mercedes through the rearview mirror. He seemed to be afraid that the two men didn't know how powerful Frank was, so he added:
“While in the Marines he received the Medal of Honor, the Navy Cross, 3 Silver Stars, 4 Purple Hearts and the Presidential Medal of Freedom!”
Hearing this near-grand slam honor, the driver gasped.
Snake Eyes was sitting in the back seat of the Hummer, his expression hidden by his black visor, but from his eager posture as if he was about to draw his sword, it could be seen that he was aroused by a competitive spirit!
… …
Frank was leaning against the window in the passenger seat of the Mercedes, holding a phone in one hand and sticking his other hand out the window, playing with a catapult knife.
The sharp blade was rotating at the fingertips, and faintly visible were blood-red spiritual patterns on the blade.
As Frank's five fingers turned rapidly, the catapult knife seemed to turn into a line of fire, and a faint flame flickered in the night sky.
"Okay, I understand. I will definitely take down the smuggling business in Los Angeles before the boss gets out of the customs!"
… …
"Sir, we found out that these are bearer accounts opened in Swiss banks!"
In the president's office of Stark Tower, two agents were busy sorting out the documents in their hands.
With the help of Jarvis, an artificial intelligence, they quickly compiled a file.
The files record the Wall Street accounts that abnormally sold off Stark Industries shares before Tony Stark's accident.
"Jarvis, can you find the identity information of the owners of these accounts?"
Phil Coulson raised the document in his hand and said to Jarvis.
"Sir, my setting is that you can't do anything illegal!"
Jarvis' voice rang out from the room.
Sitting aside, Pepper, who looked exhausted, rubbed her forehead and said:
"Jarvis, help him retrieve the identity data of these people! Tony needs us!"
"Yes, ma'am!" Jarvis said without any pause.
Phil Coulson's face, which had always had a gentle smile on it, couldn't help but twitch at the corners of his mouth.
Soon a data file was transferred to Phil Coulson's laptop.
Looking at the names that appeared on the computer, Phil Coulson's face suddenly became serious.
… …
South Korea's Kinmen Group suffered devastating losses in its various bases in the Federation.
These South Koreans demonstrated with their lives the price of attacking Kim Byung's legacy.
Many hyenas that were ready to take action were frightened and retracted their claws.
At this time, New York's street cleaner Tang sent a large number of gunmen to occupy Jin Bing's casinos, smuggling channels, and drug farms in New York...
For a time, all the big and small gangs in New York hid in the dark and planned to watch the fun in Tang and Song.
Two days later, to everyone's surprise, Tang Song's men successfully occupied Jin Bing's territory in New York, and soon extended their reach to Los Angeles and San Francisco...
At this point, no one could sit still.
… …
In New York, at a nightclub, Lai En, dressed in a butler's uniform, was holding a mobile phone, making calls and mobilizing people.
In just two days, fourteen of the seventeen territories that Jin Bing had just occupied suffered attacks of varying degrees.
However, Ryan had already prepared adequate countermeasures.
Kane is in charge of a group of gunmen, together with the elite assassins of the Assassin Brotherhood. So far, except for the two venues in Los Angeles that have been lost, the rest are still in their hands.
However, a place in Los Angeles was involved in drug smuggling and had extremely considerable profits, so Frank and his men were already handling it.
"Hey, okay, I'll be right back!"
Just after dealing with a small fight, Lai En's phone rang.
The call came from Tang’s Manor, and someone came to visit the boss.
When Lai En returned to the manor, a slightly bald middle-aged man had been waiting for a long time in the living room.
"Hello, I'm Agent Phil Coulson from the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency. I'm here to visit Mr. Tang and ask him some questions!"
Phil Coulson had a warm smile on his face, making him look very friendly.
Looking at the certificate that Phil Coulson took out, Ryan frowned.
"Mr. Coulson, our boss is temporarily unavailable. You can tell me if you have anything to say!"
The maid beside him brought two cups of coffee, and Ryan politely asked Phil Coulson to sit down:
"Our boss mentioned you guys before, on the cruise ship. Are you here for the Costa Cruise?"
"Our boss said that you are a federal government department, and it is our duty to help you. No thanks is needed!"
Phil Coulson's smiling face froze for a moment. He didn't expect Ryan to mention what happened on the large passenger ship.
Although Tang Song saved Hawkeye's life, SHIELD also opened part of the New York gang's database to Tang Song, otherwise Tang Song and his team would not have been able to occupy Kingpin's industry so accurately.
"You misunderstood. I came here to ask you something!" Phil Coulson picked up the coffee cup: "According to our understanding, Mr. Tang Song bought some shares of Stark Industries before!?"
Ryan smiled and said, "That's right. Our boss has always been keen on investing in stocks in the financial market. However, it's not just Stark Industries. Our boss has invested in stocks like Osborn Group and Hammer Industries! Is there any problem with that?"
"There is no problem in purchasing shares of Stark Industries.
However, Mr. Tang suddenly sold off his shares in Stark Industries before Mr. Tony Stark disappeared." Phil Coulson stared into Ryan's eyes: "Mr. Tang's financial sense is really sharp. He seemed to have guessed that something would happen to Stark Industries!"
"What are you talking about?" Ryan showed an expression of sudden enlightenment on his face: "Mr. Coulson, you don't suspect that Tony Stark's disappearance has something to do with our boss!"
Ryan said with a smile: "The reason why our boss sold off the shares of Stark Industries is just to follow the trend!"
Following the trend? Phil Coulson's expression brightened and he stared at Ryan.
"Not long ago, we had a business in Rome that was in competition with Stark Industries. The person in charge of this project at Stark Industries was their vice president Obadiah!
Out of professional habit, our boss asked us to investigate this competitor. Unexpectedly, we found that this vice president secretly sold a large number of his own company's stocks.
Our boss thought there was some inside information, so he asked us to sell all our shares together!"
"So, there's something wrong with Obadiah," Ryan said with a look of realization, looking at Phil Coulson, "Could he be related to Mr. Stark's disappearance?"
When Phil Coulson heard Ryan's words, he stood up as if there was a thorn on the sofa.
He shook hands with Lai En and said, "Thank you for your cooperation. I still have some things to deal with, so I won't bother you for now."
… …
Send Phil Coulson out the door as if he was in a hurry to leave.
Lai En drove directly back to the venue. The boss was in seclusion, so he needed to stay in the venue. If there was an enemy invasion, he would be the first line of defense.
When Lai En pushed open the secret door in the box, a figure making tea came into his sight.
"Boss, you're out!"