Chapter 27 Hell’s Kitchen Intrigue

Zhao Yu gave Peter some detailed instructions and left the farm.

By this time, the sun was almost setting below the horizon.

Originally, Zhao Yu did not plan to leave the farm in the short term for safety reasons, but since the incident happened at Tony's place, he, as a master, could not ignore it.

Although he knew that Tony could escape safely in the end, Zhao Yu still had to intervene...

After Zhao Yu left, Peter took Harry and others to practice boxing, guiding them step by step. For Harry, he had the inheritance of skills and know-how in his mind, and he made rapid progress as he practiced. As for the three girls, it was much more difficult. They just followed and practiced the routine moves.

But to them, except for Cindy, the other two are probably just playing for fun.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Peter exhaled a breath visible to the naked eye and stood up.

"Harry," Peter asked Harry, who was tired and sweating, to stop and said, "That's it for today."

Harry wiped his sweat and nodded: "I plan to move here early tomorrow morning to make it easier to practice."

Peter smiled and said, "Okay! Let's go together tomorrow and I'll help you!"

After resting for a while, Harry and the three girls left the farm. Halfway through, they separated one by one and went back to their homes.

Jessica got off the Harry's car and walked alone on the deserted and dark streets, her steps a little stiff. Under a streetlight, a figure stood there quietly, and Jessica walked over.

The man had his back to the streetlight and was wearing a high-collared black windbreaker, and his face could not be seen clearly. When Jessica came closer, he stretched out his hand, took out a small thing from Jessica's collar, turned around and left.

Jessica, on the other hand, had no reaction. He just stood there under the street light for a long time. After a long time, he suddenly shuddered, and then a look of panic appeared on his face. He screamed and fell to the ground. After a while, he rolled and crawled, and ran away in a panic. go.

The figure in the high-collared black trench coat did not go away. He kept watching Jessica go away, let out an unknown laugh, turned around and walked through an alley, got into a black car parked in the corner, and drove away. Fire, start, dust-free all the way.

The black car passed through Queens like a ghost and finally entered an area on the west shore of Manhattan Island.

Like a hand with two sides. As the most prosperous area in New York, Manhattan is bright and bright. But there is a place here that breeds the ultimate evil - this is Hell's Kitchen.

The black car entered Hell's Kitchen and stopped in front of a building. The man in a high-collared black trench coat got out of the car and walked into the building.

The sturdy black suits standing at the door of the building seemed to have not seen this person, and every black suit was at a loss. The high-collared black trench coat easily passed through the lobby on the ground floor of the building and entered the elevator.

"who is it."

The luxuriously decorated room seemed a bit dim, and an extremely large, fat, bald middle-aged man was playing chess.

It's chess.

He has no opponent, so he plays against himself.

Hearing the noise, he just said the word 'who' when the door opened. The man in the high-collared black trench coat walked in elegantly like a gentleman in the dark.

"Kilgrave, don't act like a gentleman, you're so rude!"

Sitting on the sofa next to the fat bald man was a small bald man - compared to the big bald man, he was indeed petite. The little bald man was wearing tight black leather pants, a black T-shirt and a denim jacket on his upper body, with a thick necklace hanging around his neck. The most important thing is that there is a mark on his forehead - three rings, surrounded by each other, like a target.

"Lester?"

Kilgrave, who was wearing a high-collar trench coat, let out a mocking laugh, and his eyes fell on the little bald man: "As the master, Mr. Kingpin didn't even speak, so who do you think you are?"

"Or," he walked over slowly: "Want to try my taste?"

Lester's pupils shrank: "Kilgrave, don't challenge my bottom line. I'm not afraid of your smell!"

"okay."

At this moment, the big fat Kingpin slapped his hand on the chessboard: "So, Mr. Kilgrave, what kind of good news have you brought me?"

"The news you want, the news about the ghost farm." Kilgrave smiled sinisterly: "But Mr. Kingpin, what price are you going to offer?"

"Then it depends on whether your news is valuable." Kingpin picked up a cigar, and an attendant immediately lit it for him. However, after he failed to light it three or five times, Kingpin slapped the man to the ground. , the whole body is twitching, and the air intake is less and the air is out more.

But none of the three people in the room cared.

"I'm only slightly interested in that little guy, you should know." Kingpin lit the cigar himself and took a puff.

Kilgrave chuckled and took out the little thing from Jessica from his pocket: "The micro-recorder, I haven't had time to listen to it yet. Mr. Kingpin, are you interested in listening to it first?"

Kingpin stretched out his hand and gestured.

Kilgrave pressed a button somewhere on the microrecorder, and immediately, a clear sound came from it.

"The treasure seal...the black jade slip...the technique...devouring people's essence and soul...the calamity of countless people...you have to watch it...if you suck a hundred people dry, they will be no worse than you, Drain a thousand people...billions of people in this world...cannot let it exist..."

Throughout the room, along with the sound from the tape recorder, the three people's breathing became heavier one after another.

"Snapped!"

Kilgrave pressed hard on the recorder, turning it off, then grabbed it hard in his hands. He looked at Kingpin and Bullseye with vigilant eyes, and all the muscles in his body were tense.

"Mr. Kilgrave, I didn't expect you to bring me such unexpected news... Kung Fu, haha, it seems that little guy can surpass ordinary people in a short period of time..."

Kingpin slowly stood up, his huge body carrying such strong pressure that Kilgrave couldn't help but take a step back. At the same time, Bullseye walked around to the other side of Kilgrave without leaving a trace, blocking the way out.

"It's very valuable. I'm willing to pay 10 million US dollars. How about it?"

Kilgrave chuckled strangely: "Mr. Kingpin, isn't ten million dollars too little? And, what do you want to do? I'm not afraid of you!"

Kingpin chuckled: "You are too nervous. You have extraordinary power, why should you be nervous?"

"Hmph." Zi Ren snorted coldly: "My power is ineffective against you. Jin Bing, your will is very tenacious and uncontrollable."

His eyes were rolling, and he saw that Kingpin and Bullseye were about to pounce on him if he said something wrong. His mind quickly turned, and he suddenly said: "Mr. Kingpin, you are too impatient."

The Kingpin looked at him.

"You have to know that information is information, and there is no certainty whether the thing will be obtained or not. The ghost farm is not a Broadway mall. Although the owner of the farm has left, our little hero is still there! And we can't be sure whether that person is What unpredictable means were left behind, what kind of treasure seal, I don’t think Mr. Jinji didn’t hear it, right? That person could make that little guy become so powerful in less than twenty days, hehe..."

Kingpin hesitated for a moment, then slowly sat down again: "You are right, Mr. Kilgrave. So, what do you think?"

"cooperate!"

Zi Ren gave a sinister smile: "Before we get the thing, any conflicts between us are meaningless. As for after we get the thing... Mr. Kingpin, that's a skill..." He pretended Mysterious look: "You may not understand, but I do. Because of your entrustment, I have been paying attention to that farm for many days. Someone who comes in and out of the farm has been controlled by me. I know them very well. The exercises are like a book Books are a kind of knowledge that can be read by anyone and is not limited to one person. After we get it, how about we share it?! And I know this farm very well, but you don’t. We both benefit from cooperation, right? ?”

Kingpin pondered for a moment, then nodded to Bullseye who was guarding the exit of the room, and Bullseye returned to his original position.

"You convinced me, Kilgrave." Kingpin said: "This incident was too sudden. We need a plan. Where did that person go? How long will it take to return? How strong is the defense of Ghost Farm? How do we get that thing?”

"Where that person went and how long it took to return depends on you, Mr. Kingpin." Kilgrave breathed a sigh of relief and said: "The defense power of the ghost farm is very mysterious. Anyone who enters it will be in the illusion." I can't help but return to the place where I came from. I've tried before, but I can't enter."

"What about the guns?" Kingpin's eyes flashed.

Kilgrave spread his hands and said, "I don't know."

"You'll know after you try it." Kingpin waved his hand: "Mr. Kilgrave, you can go."

Kilgrave chuckled: "What's the plan? Mr. Kingpin, you won't turn around and leave me alone to take it all yourself, will you?"

Kingpin laughed: "Of course not. As for the plan, I think I can customize it after I collect detailed information first."

"Is that so... Haha, I hope so."

After the purple man left, Bullseye said: "Mr. Kingpin, I think we should start first..."

Kingpin waved his hand: "There's no rush. If this is true, then Kilgrave is more anxious than us. We just need to keep an eye on him. As for that farm... it's not simple. Let him step on it first." One step, and then we..."

Bullseye grinned: "Understood."

Ziren felt a little anxious, and his steps were no longer gentlemanly.

The kind of technique that could devour flesh and blood and soul made his heart tremble. He seemed to see the exciting scene where he was above the world after obtaining that kind of skill, and everyone became his livestock!

How wonderful that is!

He did not doubt its authenticity. The little guy and the mysterious power guarding the farm, as well as his twisted mind that longed for power, all made him believe it!

He took a deep breath and thought to himself: "Only Kilgrave, I, am qualified to possess such a technique, Kingpin... Humph!"

He rolled his eyes, looked back at the Kingpin Building, turned around, got in the car and left.

...

The next day, Harry moved to the farm.

In order to facilitate cultivation, this is inevitable.

By this time, Zhao Yu had arrived in Kabul, Afghanistan.

He wanted to take action personally and show his face in front of Tony, whether it was out of responsibility as a master or to gradually eliminate the barriers between Tony and Tony.

Originally, Zhao Yu did not plan to leave the farm in a short time, but this time it was necessary.

He will not let go of any opportunity to make Tony return. After all, he is his great disciple. If they part ways or even turn against each other in the future, it will be a failure for Zhao Yu.

Of course, Zhao Yu simply ignored the existence of the tightening curse.

A two-pronged approach, one stick and one sweet date, is the way to go.

After getting off the plane, Zhao Yu exhaled a thick breath.

As a cultivator who has not yet reached the point where he can fly without the gravity of the earth, flying is a hidden danger for him.

When I'm on a plane, I always feel empty inside and a sense of crisis.

This is not surprising.

He had just acquired magic power and did not know any spells. When fighting, he had to stand on the ground. Every punch, every kick, every run and jump, he was borrowing strength from the earth. If you leave the earth, you will be like a rootless tree, and your heart will naturally not be at ease.