Lao Cheng sat a little tiredly on the steps in front of the Peace Hotel. At his feet was a thick-backed knife nearly one meter long. Several gluttonous demons fell in the middle of the street.

The necks of these demons have been completely cut open, leaving only the hard spines still connecting their heads and bodies.

A few gluttonous demons with relatively tenacious vitality are still struggling and squirming. Unfortunately, no matter what the thing is, as long as it still needs to breathe, having its neck completely cut is a fatal injury. In fact, they are already dead, they just need to wait.

That’s all!

Old Kent took his younger brothers and stayed inside the restaurant with a large-caliber machine gun and used the two windows of the restaurant to set up a crossfire.

Now that the battle is over, Old Kent looks at Lao Cheng's fat back with reverence. He has always known that this cook is very powerful, but to be so powerful really surprises this old guy who has been wallowing in Hell's Kitchen all his life.

There seemed to be a lot of powerful people popping up in Hell's Kitchen this night!

Wesley's father, Cross, came down from the roof of the apartment building with a large-caliber sniper rifle that rotated back. This assassin, who had always seemed very cold, now also showed a hint of fatigue.

The 48-hour continuous battle was obviously very strenuous for him.

Lao Cheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at Cross who was also tired, and said with a smile: "It looks like you can't do it! You're so tired from just running and shooting?

I’ve hidden a bottle of great medicinal wine inside, and since we’re neighbors, I can buy you a drink!”

Cross smiled wryly, waved his hand, and said, "I'm only 48 years old, why do I feel like I'm old now?

I only found Wesley half a year ago, and I wasn’t like this before that!”

Lao Cheng smiled and patted the steps beside him, motioned for Cross to come and sit down, and then said with a smile: "This is the side effect of a comfortable life. What happened in the past two days tells us that retirement is still far away from us!

I once dreamed that after the age of 55, I would not have to work and stay at home all day long to enjoy my comfortable life, but now it seems that I will not be able to rest until I am completely exhausted before the age of 65!

This is actually a good thing, right? At least it urges me to stay active!”

Cross nodded with a wry smile, sat down next to Lao Cheng, then held the sniper rifle in his arms and said: "What you said seems to make sense, but it also seems to be stupid words to comfort yourself!

If it weren't for Wesley, I should leave Hell's Kitchen and find a beautiful island near the Caribbean to spend the rest of my life.

Fishing, drinking, and maybe finding yourself a beautiful woman, that’s life!”

Lao Cheng laughed loudly and patted Cross on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "You can do the same now. The boss's yacht was driven back by a few speedsters, so you have plenty of opportunities to go to sea.

The scenery in the sea near New York is not very good, but there are a lot of good fish!

Besides, is it difficult for you to find a woman?"

As he spoke, Lao Cheng looked at the somewhat awkward Cross and said with a smile: "It's not a shame to want to take care of your own children!

You know I'm from China, and as long as a child there hasn't married yet, he can't be considered an adult in our eyes!

We may spend one-third of our lives with our children, but we feel that is not a burden, on the contrary, it will make our lives complete.”

Cross smiled and shook his head and said, "I don't know why you are doing this?

I'm worried about Wesley because of his abilities, and the world seems very unsafe now. As long as he has the ability of an assassin, dangerous things will always find him.

Why are you doing this? I heard that China is very safe and there is no Hell's Kitchen there, why are you so anxious?"

Lao Cheng smiled and shook his head and said: "This is tradition and inheritance!

We pay more attention to "private ethics" and value family ties. We are more willing to put the love of parents and children in the most important position.

This is not a burden, it is part of our lives!”

Cross looked at the proud expression on the old man's face and said unconvinced: "We are the same, we also care about our parents and children, otherwise why would I worry about Wesley?"

The old man looked at Cross' old face in a funny way. He turned around and shouted to an old Kent boy who was smoking: "Hey, boy, you, yes, that's you. What's your father's name?"

The black guy who was asked heard the old question, scratched his bald head innocently, and said depressedly: "How did I know this? I guess he is in prison, or has gone to hell, who knows?

?

Maybe when I make a fortune one day, that son of a bitch will appear in front of me and ask for alimony from me!"

Lao Cheng smiled at the straight-tempered black guy, then looked at Cross and said, "Look, he is the "normal person" here. This may be one of the reasons why Hell's Kitchen was formed!

No one cares about them, no one tells them what is right."

Cross smiled and shook his head. He did not argue with Lao Cheng on this issue. He pointed to the "Peace Hotel" sign above his head and said with a smile: "Now someone tells them what is right~"

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Peter pulled the spider silk and rushed down from a height of more than ten meters, kicking a gluttonous demon into the air. Then he quickly sprayed out the spider silk and tied up the gluttonous devil in mid-air, watching it hit him heavily.

on the ground.

As the gluttonous demon was subdued, dozens of rifles stretched out from the houses on both sides of the street, aiming at the gluttonous demon and firing intensively.

A strong white man with no front teeth fired a gun from the window on the second floor and shouted to Peter: "Well done, handsome boy. I have a beautiful niece. I will ask her to buy you a drink."

You definitely look like you need a girlfriend!"

Peter took one look at the strong white man's fierce appearance, and he was alert and said resistingly: "Maybe you can consider other options~"

As he spoke, Peter shot out a piece of spider silk and stuck it to the top of a building. Then he pulled hard and shot up into the sky like an ejection. He still had to look elsewhere. Just now he saw an old lady.

I found an 80% new RPG from home, and the gluttonous demon seems to be dead!

Steve told them to organize a second line of defense nearby to prevent those strange alien creatures from rushing into Hell's Kitchen.

Boss Shangqi was a little unconvinced and rushed over with the swords of ice and fire in an attempt to show off his abilities. In the end, if the assistant coach hadn't helped him with a hammer, he might have lost his life there.

Wesley was very obedient and ran around on nearby rooftops to monitor. Occasionally, when the angle was right, he would use his "Jessica's Fist" to fire a few shots at the monsters in the dock area, and the effect was actually quite good.

.

Harry was the hardest worker. He became Norman Osborn and Stark's logistics officer. He had to travel back and forth between Osborn Tower, Stark Tower and here.

Those two magical scientists always come up with some wonderful ideas on the battlefield, and then remotely control their respective laboratories to produce some weird weapons and bring them here for use. Some of them are actually very effective.

Especially Norman Osborn's various biological weapons.

Peter pulled the spider silk and flew over the street. Facing the empty street, he said in the communicator with some depression: "We really shouldn't come here. In fact, going to school is a good choice. It's better than what we're doing here."

It’s better to patrol here!

Those residents don't need the help of "good neighbors" at all. I just saw an old lady blowing a demon up into the sky with an RPG.

I can’t believe it, we faced some gluttonous demons a few days ago and we almost peed our pants in fear.”

He listened to Peter's chatter with great displeasure. He waved his swords and sideways avoided the attack of a goat-headed demon. The ice sword effortlessly penetrated its eye socket, and then he turned around lightly and stabbed it with the fire sword.

It entered the other eye of the goat-headed demon and blew its head into pieces.

"Then why don't you go back? Instead of nagging in the sky, why don't you go and help Harry, he is going crazy working as a delivery boy!" Shang said angrily into the communicator.

Peter let out a cry of "Yoha~" and sent himself to the roof of a high-rise apartment. He glanced at the battlefield in the distance and said with a smile: "Steve said we are the second line of defense.

The role is very important!

Although I'm a little hungry, my role now is very important, ha, we are Steve's reserve team!

We are now the guys who can be ranked in Hell's Kitchen. You won't believe it. Someone just wanted to introduce me to my girlfriend. We are very popular now!"

He sighed irritably. He never thought that Peter would become a talkative person when he was nervous.

As Peter's comrade-in-arms, Shangqi could only say feebly: "Man, for the sake of God, go to the restaurant quickly. I just contacted Uncle Cheng and he has already opened fire. No matter what he did, give it to me."

Bring some here!"

Peter looked at the four corners on the roof of the apartment building, but found no sign of the devil. Hearing the call for breath, Peter babbled: "I can't leave here, this is my position, and I will never become a

A deserter!

We are~"

Wesley, who had been silent, probably couldn't stand Peter's nagging anymore. He said in the communicator: "Our second line of defense is of no use at all. The two flaming skeletons just rushed in. They are powerful.

Surprising.

The green giant just hammered the knight and was burned.

Wow ~ Guess what I saw?

The Russian guy with the whip is here too, where did he come from?"
Chapter completed!