Lower Manhattan Hospital, New York

"Scissors!

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"Prepare the sutures. ”

"Alright guys! Stitch it up, this guy is safe. ”

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In a ward filled with the smell of disinfectant water, there was a handsome young man lying on the bed, and the dazzling white light seemed to make him very uncomfortable, making him squint his eyes unconsciously.

"Ahh

He raised his arm to cover his eyes, but it caused a pain in his heart, and he couldn't help but scream.

"Man, if I were you, I wouldn't move. A voice sounded in his ears, and the young man endured the discomfort in his eyes and looked to the side, a middle-aged man who looked very kind was recording something.

Familiar taste, familiar white coat, why in the hospital?

The brain is a little messy, what's going on?

The doctor seemed to see the young man's doubts: "You are lucky, young man, um... It's also a miracle that the steel pierced through your lungs, but you managed to survive it, and your arm was broken, but your uncle just... I'm sorry. ”

The doctor looked at him with a still dazed expression: "It's a car accident... Are you alright? Are you still sober?"

The confusion on the young man's face gradually dissipated, and he turned to the doctor and said, "No, I'm fine, thank you doctor." ”

"Okay, you rest first, we'll do a full check on you tonight. Thinking that the young man was in a state of sorrow, the doctor, who turned to leave, walked to the door and pointed back to the fruit on Watson's bedside and said, "Those were brought by a man named Leah and Pock who came to see you when you were unconscious, but now you better not eat those things, understand?"

"Well, good doctor, I'll take care of it. ”

As the sound of the door closing, the young man turned his head and fell into deep thought, apparently the original owner of this body did not produce a miracle...

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Close your eyes and a lot of information starts to come to mind.

My name is Watson, um... That's right, the Watson in Sherlock Holmes, of course, just the same name.

However, the current name should be Watson Dialante.

Before the crossing, he was a prospective college dog who had just finished his senior year of compulsory duty and was about to go back to continue his studies.

And then on the way back to school... Hit and killed. Hehe, what a coincidence, it's all a car accident.

The original owner of this body, Watson Dialante, had been living with Uncle Rocco, who took care of him, before the car accident.

Uncle Rocco has an auto repair shop, and he usually helps his uncle work, and the two of them depend on each other, as for his parents... They both died when he was 5 years old.

"Sure enough, the early death of the traverser's parents is standard ==, but..."

Watson looked at the will on the table next to the bed... Why don't you even let go of the rest of your uncles!?

That's right, the person who was driving at the time was Uncle Rocco, but unfortunately after arriving at the hospital, Uncle Rocco didn't survive the operation.

"And it's this fucking world!"

Watson turned his head again to see the playboy on the fashion magazine shelf at the door, the sassy mustache and the disgusting smile, Tony Stark.

"Alas~"

Closing his eyes, Watson, who was no longer cranky, slowly fell asleep.

Watson in the dream didn't hear it, and it seemed that a voice in his head said something.

In the past two days, an uncle named Pock, with his wife, Aunt Leah, has often come to visit Watson, and they must be the two people that the doctor first told Watson.

However, because of the long distance, Watson didn't let them run all the time.

Three days later, at Watson's request again, his attending physician arranged a comprehensive examination for him again, and found that this time there was no change in the arm fracture, and the fatal lung injury was almost healed! His attending physician had no choice but to agree to Watson's request to be discharged.

After going through the discharge procedures, Watson, who walked out of the hospital gate, smelled a trace of gunsmoke.

This made Watson, who was a conscript, very dislike target shooting, frown, and he still preferred melee protrusion to guns·····

I looked back at the hospital sign. I remembered the location of the 'House of Roars' again.

Manhattan, Hell's Kitchen, this place, it is estimated that the most treated is gunshot wounds...

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At the junction of Manhattan and Hell's Kitchen, Watson looked up at the 'House of Roar' sign above him, opened the door, and walked in.

Through that uncle's will, the 'Roaring House' was already in Watson's name, with about $80,000 in savings, $3,000 in cash, and maybe the old-fashioned shotgun hanging on the bedroom wall?

Opposite is a gun shop called 'Man Romance', which was opened by Uncle Pock, and the two seemed to have opened the shop together.

Hmmm·· Business on both sides is still good, after all, it is a place with a high crime rate, and the repair of guns and vehicles is a must. It's also for this reason that the gangsters and street gangsters in the neighborhood take good care of the two families, but this time my uncle died, maybe some people will have ideas.

"That's about... It's not a hellish start either... Right?"

It is said that the rich rely on technology, and the poor rely on mutation... But I don't seem to have anything?!

Remembering that face in the magazine --

Hmmm... Sure enough, compared to this super human being, there are as many as dogs, and the Marvel world full of alien gods is still a hell-level start...

Knock knock

"Boy, are you in there? It's me, Uncle Pock. ”

Watson opened the door: "Hello, Uncle Pock. ”

"Are you okay, kid, how are you feeling now?"

"I'm fine, Uncle Pock, I'm just... Clean up the house. ”

Uncle Pock looked at Watson's wounded hand and gently patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, come on, boy, let's go to your Aunt Lia when we're done, she made your favorite double cheeseburger." ”

Uncle Pock began to help Watson tidy up the house.

Watson, who had been hungry for a long time, also began to work on his hands, although one hand was a little inconvenient, but the attraction of the food still made Watson full of energy.

..... Labor time dividing line ....

"It's so delicious, Aunt Liya~"

"Kid, you're fine," Aunt Liya, who was over 45 years old but still charming, brought a new double cheeseburger from the kitchen and put it in front of Watson.

"Of course, hahaha, our Watson is a man!" said Uncle Pock, touching his full beard, to Aunt Lea.

"By the way, kid, don't miss your Uncle Rocco's funeral in 3 days. ”

"Don't worry, Uncle Pock, I'll be there on time. ”

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After Watson and Uncle Polk said goodbye, they walked down the street alone and began to think about life.

When I was thinking about how I would spend my time in the future, I couldn't help but touch the gift from Uncle Polk on my waist--

A Glock 19 pistol, and a box of 9mm ammunition in your pocket.

"Boy, if you're hurt, go home and find your mother!

An unkind tone woke Watson from his thoughts, and looked up at the man who spoke to him.

A head of purple hair soars to the sky, and two rows of studs in each ear. As his gaze moved, he finally froze on a black cobra tattoo on the left side of the opponent's neck.

It's the Black Snake Gang! It seems that my uncle once said not to go to the west block, because there are two gangs fighting for turf in this block!

The West Block is the territory of the Black Snake Gang, and the auto repair shop and gun shop in the middle of the two blocks are their targets! One of the two gangs is the Black Snake Gang, and the other is the Qui Wolf Gang!

It's just that the central area is currently controlled by the Kui Wolf Gang, so the boss of the Kui Wolf Gang has already sent his uncle and Uncle Boke to reach an agreement: The Kui Wolf will protect the two families to a certain extent, and the two stores must give priority to accepting the business of the Kui Wolf Gang! After all, the gang grabs the land for profit, and if even the ordinary people in the territory are not spared, then it is impossible for the gang to survive.

Therefore, the Kuiwolf Gang, which has the support of gun shops and auto repair shops in the central area, occupies a certain advantage, and the Black Snake Gang also hates this, and for the central area, these two places are the supply points for guns, ammunition and vehicles!

Watson, who finished sorting out his thoughts, silently glanced at the Man Dance Bar not far behind the purple hair, and turned his head and left.

A good man doesn't suffer the loss in front of him! Not to mention that he is still injured!

Besides, Watson didn't think that this purple fur didn't recognize who he was! The personnel situation of the two stores must have been known to the Black Snake Gang for a long time!

Watson, who returned home, recalled the way Purple Mao looked at him, and there was an inexplicable excitement and greed in it!

It seems that some preparations have to be made...

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1 a.m.

Ding! Ding!

Whew, it's finally installed~

Watson, who had an inconvenient arm, put down the hammer in his hand. After returning from the door of the Black Snake Gang today, I have a feeling that I am very uneasy!

This feeling of being targeted has always lingered!

So Watson, who had just returned home, began his own preparations!

Seeing the parts scattered on the ground, Watson couldn't help muttering, fortunately there was an iron ladder on the second floor that could be lowered, otherwise wouldn't he be trapped to death...

The Roaring House is a two-storey building, the second floor is a resting house, and the first floor is divided into two parts, the front and back.

The front part is 2 repair parking spaces and some tools and equipment, and the back part is a small living room with storage and stairs.

Watson took off his overalls and began to look at his work.

The first is the gate, which was previously an electric gate for entering the car, and an anti-theft door on the left to enter. Now the entire crack of the security door is sprayed with foam glue!

The electric gate can only be opened by a button from the inside, but just in case, it is sprayed with foam glue in the gaps.

After entering, a simple wooden bolt is placed on the door, and some heavy objects are prepared next to the door to block the door...

I looked at the left hand that was still hanging on the fixed plate and was quite helpless, (╯_╰) one hand was too inconvenient.

Watson, who had been busy for a long time, sat in his chair and felt a little drowsy.

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Time goes back to before going home.

One of the subordinates behind Zi Mao looked at Watson who was far away and couldn't help but say to Zi Mao: "Head, isn't this the kid from the auto repair shop?

"What? You still want to kill him directly on the street with so many people? I'll go find the boss, you guys take a good look!"

As she spoke, Purple Fur walked towards the Man Dance Bar not far away.

opened the door of the Man Dance Bar, ignoring the colorful lights and deafening DJs, but when his eyes swept over the central stage, he couldn't help but be stunned, a sexy and sultry figure, writhing against the steel pipe, with a silver shining low-cut dress, like a seductive silver snake, the soft and slender neck, and the round and straight buttocks, like a Dominican dancer, exuding the breath of desire.

Purple hair, who was stunned for a moment, suddenly felt cold, and then remembered that the sexy figure on the stage was not something he could covet, and she didn't know how many dead souls there were under her! She was the sign of the Man Dance Bar! She was also the 'diplomat and cleaner' of the Black Snake Gang: Silver Snake!

The purple hair who came back to his senses hurriedly walked to the third floor, now there is something more important!

Coming directly to the third floor, two strong men guarded the door motionless.

"I want to meet the boss. ”

The strong man on the left looked at the person who came and nodded and opened the door.

Walking to the inner hall, I faintly heard a burst of panting and heavy breathing, and Zi Mao stood quietly in place and waited quietly for the man.

Cohen Little, the soul of the Black Snake Gang, Black Snake.

"Well... Hmm!"

Cohen Little, who was finally released, waved the woman on the bed away, sat on the edge of the bed, lit a cigarette, and opened his mouth: "What's the matter?"

Obviously, the mood is not beautiful, but no one is stupid to sit in this position, and they know the severity.

"Boss, I just saw that kid in the auto repair shop, he has a wound on his left hand, it seems... The news that the old immortal has hung up is true!"

There was a dangerous glint in the black snake's calm eyes.

"Boss?"

Silent for a long time...

"It seems that our chance has come, at 1 o'clock tonight, gather your people, go clean up that kid, and grab that shop! Clean and tidy! It's better not to be discovered! I and the silver snake are going to sneak attack the wolf, if you are exposed, kill that kid directly!"

This time, take the central area directly! If it goes well, even the entire East Block will be mine!

The two points of cold light behind the smoke perfectly interpret this deadly black snake by Cohen Little!