People Are In Marvel, Behind the Scenes

Tsunayoshi's voice was neither salty nor light, as if he was talking about something unimportant.

But the leader of the savage gang felt unprecedented pressure.

Because it's a life-or-death decision.

The other party seems to respect their choice, but in fact they have no choice at all.

But, so unwilling.

The Savage Gang is one of the three major hegemons in Harlem, and he is the most powerful boss in this area, but now he has to bow to an inexplicable force.

So, so...

"I choose to surrender!"

The leader of the Savage Gang lowered his head to Gang Ji.

No matter how unwilling he is, he cannot change the situation of being disarmed.

Even if it can be changed, he can't solve the previous situation... Obviously one second, he has an absolute advantage, killing the opponent to the blood, but the next second, it becomes his own defeat.

This is a mysterious method that I can't understand or understand at all... He can't resist at all until he understands and has the means of confrontation.

"very good!"

Gangji nodded indifferently, and immediately looked forward, "Then, go to all the forces in Harlem and declare, either surrender or die, within an hour, I will get the answer!"

...

Old, low-rise buildings, dirty, smelly streets, the highest crime rate in the nation... Hell's Kitchen, in every sense, is similar to Harlem.

However, that's just what it looks like.

Although both are synonymous with dirty, messy, poor and even backward, the law and order of Hell's Kitchen is relatively good... It is a bit inaccurate to say that, after all, in terms of crime rate, Hell's Kitchen is the highest in the United States.

But Hell's Kitchen is less racist, and the atmosphere between gangs is more relaxed, unlike Harlem, where robbery, theft, and even firefights are often seen on the streets in broad daylight.

The chaos in Hell's Kitchen stems from poverty, and most crimes take place in the middle of nowhere at night. If you follow the instructions to go home and lock the door, and do not wander around at night, you will not encounter accidents.

But it is also such an environment that a number of special occupations have been created.

Ham Lane!

An alcoholic old man in his fifties who is also a doctor.

Of course, it is an unlicensed black doctor.

He is not like the black doctors in most stories, who suffered an accident and had his medical license revoked, but a liar who has taught himself the most basic medical knowledge and only knows some simple first aid methods.

But even so, he was as open as a fish in water.

Because Hell's Kitchen is a slum, most people cannot afford medical insurance, let alone pay high medical bills.

When people are sick or injured, in addition to going to the pharmacy to buy medicine, they can only choose to fight hard or find a black doctor.

Therefore, even though Hamm only knows a little medical knowledge and first aid methods, and still likes to get drunk, even though he often kills people during the treatment, there are still a steady stream of people who come to him for treatment.

Especially those with criminal records, even if they have money, they are afraid to go to the hospital and can only seek treatment from him or other black doctors.

At six o'clock this morning, Hamm was drunk again.

Because Zuo Wan had just had an operation, it took a lot of effort to get the bullet out of the patient's kidney.

Although half of the entire kidney was festering due to unprofessional reasons, he saved his life anyway, and it is not impossible to spend the rest of his life relying on the remaining kidney.

And he, too tired from the operation, couldn't bear it without a drink.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

At this moment, the door was knocked.

Hamm picked up the bottle and took a swig before he staggered towards the door. While walking, he shouted vaguely: "Come, come, don't knock."

"Crack!"

The door opens.

There is a narrow alley outside the door, and there is a gentle and virtuous beautiful woman standing at the door... Her eyes are gentle, like a pale pink mist. Her red lips contrasted sharply with her pale complexion. Judging from her skin and face alone, she was a very young woman.

But she was dressed dignified and virtuous, with a calm temperament, especially the kimono decorated with lavender branches and leaves and bright red flowers, which added a bit of beauty, like a noble lady with extremely high cultivation.

Ham's eyes lit up, and he even woke up a little drunk.

He opened his broken teeth and was about to speak, but he didn't want to burp out a wine burp, and the smell of wine filled the air, making him embarrassed.

"Sorry, sorry, I drank more in the morning!"

"It doesn't matter."

The woman intercourse placed in front of her lower abdomen, with a slight smile on her face, "I'm here this time because I have something to ask."

"...Wh, what's the matter?"

"I heard that, doctor, you often drink alcohol before surgery. Is that true?"

"Have!"

Hamm admitted it generously, and was afraid that the woman would not believe it, and added: "This is something that the entire Hell's Kitchen knows. If you don't believe it, you can ask anyone."

"I believe in you, doctor!"

The smile on the woman's face became brighter, and she continued to ask, "I also heard that the doctor often kills people!"

"I'm not God, it's normal to kill people."

After Hamm finished speaking, he raised his head and took a sip of wine, then squinted his drunken eyes and looked at her with a swaying body, "If you want to find fault, you don't have to go around trying to find me a black history. This is Hell's Kitchen, and you can escape the disease by luck. It is a fortunate disaster, and I still want to enjoy the treatment services of a regular hospital..."

Having said that, he couldn't help snorting coldly and continued: "If you want to enjoy those, why not go to a regular hospital?"

"No, why am I here to find fault?" The woman squinted and said gently, "I came to you after hearing about the doctor's deeds."

"Oh, what are you doing for me?"

After speaking, as if remembering something, he hurriedly stared at her with squinting eyes: "If you want to study medicine, it's not impossible, but you must pay the corresponding reward!"

"No, in terms of medical skills, I still have some confidence."

"I'm not studying medicine, and I don't seem to be sick, so why are you looking for me?"

"I heard that the doctor secretly removes the patient's organs and sells them to gangsters when you perform surgery. Is this true?"

Hearing this, Hamm's expression changed immediately, and he said sharply, "Where did you hear the rumor?"

"Of course from your patients."

During the conversation, the woman raised her right hand, turning it into a palm knife and stabbing Hamm's abdomen.

The excruciating pain wiped out Hamm's drink.

His eyes were round and he didn't dare to look at her confidently.

The woman still kept a smile on her face, but her hands retracted a little bit, taking out her large intestines and kidneys little by little.

"Doctor, there are 30 victims whose organs you stole are waiting for transplants. You don't have enough organs!"