Reyn, however, had no pretense and went straight to the point: "Frank, I know some things about you. If I'm not mistaken, you're preparing to deal with the Cent Family, aren't you?"
Frank raised an eyebrow and said, "Yes, I won't rest easy until the Cent Family is eliminated."
Reyn smiled and said, "I knew it. Frank, you've underestimated the Cent Family."
"Also, what are you going to do about those Russian Mafia guys?"
"Do you know who is backing the Cent Family? It's Kingpin!"
As Reyn's words fell, Frank's brows furrowed deeply.
Indeed, Frank felt he had been careless again.
New York City is the largest financial center in all of America, and even the entire World.
Manhattan is the heart of New York City.
And Hell's Kitchen is a tumor that grows on the heart of New York City.
The Gangs that can secure a foothold in Hell's Kitchen all have various intricate relationship networks behind them.
In the chaos of the underground forces, there are also invisible unwritten rules, and that is to hold grudges.
Frank is neither a Gang member nor an official. Even if he has the ability to eliminate the Cent Family, he will inevitably face various troubles, which will be endless.
If Frank were just a lone wolf, that would be one thing.
The key is that Frank's wife and children were saved by Reyn, becoming Frank's fatal weakness.
Tap, tap-tap.
Inside the room, Reyn's light tapping on the table was very crisp.
After a moment of thought, Frank looked at Reyn with a solemn expression and said, "Mr. Reyn, do you mean you want me to be your blade?"
Reyn's fingers quickly stopped, and he said, "That's right, but not entirely."
"In fact, I'm just giving you a legitimate identity and remuneration. You act for me. If you're willing to be loyal, I certainly won't abandon my own people, will I?"
"I don't think Frank, you're a purely righteous idealist, are you?"
Why did Reyn want to subdue Frank?
Because Frank isn't a superhero in the purest sense. On the contrary, if he didn't have a bottom line, if Frank truly turned evil, he might become a super villain.
Uh, the kind that could Carnage the entire Universe.
Frank has ability, and at the same time, he doesn't have that kind of moral 潔癖.
Reyn finds such a person useful and dares to use him.
If it were Spider-Man or Captain America, Reyn would absolutely not even spare a glance.
It concerns the safety of his wife and children.
Just as Reyn expected, Frank didn't deliberate for too long and quickly said decisively, "Boss, I need a respectable job in society, an excuse to go on a rampage, and a complete set of operational equipment."
Reyn immediately smiled and said, "No problem. You are now the Head of Security at Presbyterian Hospital."
"At the same time, as the Captain of the guard for New York City's oldest undertaker Family, your Boss was assassinated this evening by the Cent Family and the Russian Mafia. You can unleash your anger to your heart's content."
"The Sullivan Family's weapons and manpower are at your disposal. This is your authority."
"Oh, and take this White Bone Bead with you. This is my unique protective item, and it will ensure your safety."
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Chapter 8: Buddy, we're not going to Iraq.
Reyn's trust in Frank wasn't unfounded.
Firstly, Frank needed to protect his wife and children, so he had to join a faction. He had no other choice.
Moreover, Frank himself is not a person with much desire for power.
Secondly, Reyn had long since implanted the concept of absolute loyalty into the Sullivan Family's subordinates using a mind-control spell.
As for whether Frank would secretly contact the authorities.
Reyn was even less worried.
Frank is not a fool, and his personality dictates that he will not align with the authorities.
The most important point.
Among the thirteen largest and most powerful Gangs in Hell's Kitchen, the Sullivan Family, where Reyn is located, is one of the most unique.
The Sullivan Family sticks to the work of undertakers and cleaners, almost never doing anything extra or superfluous.
Especially since Reyn's cheap grandfather started.
After the Sullivan Family accumulated money, they would buy land, hoard land, and at most open a few nightclubs or bars, keeping a very low profile.
Even when Reyn's cheap parents were still alive, the Sullivan Family even tried to transform and leave the Gangs several times.
Even Daredevil Matt Murdock has provided legal defense for the Sullivan Family.
Compared to those other unscrupulous underground elements.
The people of the Sullivan Family are actually more like a gray group of people who move between the black and White paths.
For someone with a bottom line like Frank, even if he had to reluctantly seek refuge with a faction, there would be no better choice.
After Frank left.
Reyn didn't have much emotional fluctuation and quickly returned to the underground palace to continue his Cultivation.
Perfection in Qi Cultivation does not mean that Reyn cannot make further progress.
The Heaven River True Method is a very mysterious Cultivation Technique.
Even when his Realm is stuck, the Heaven River True Method can still absorb more Spiritual Qi during its continuous operation, purifying and condensing the magical power within his body without limit.
At the same time, this continuous purification and condensation will also solidify and increase Reyn's potential and Foundation.
Although the major events in the Marvel World haven't started yet, Reyn also doesn't want to miss a single minute of strengthening himself.
The Marvel World is full of disasters.
Reyn doesn't want to turn to ashes in a sudden accident due to insufficient strength.
Especially the purple sweet potato spirit that will inevitably visit Earth in the future.
Reyn, who had already regarded the entire Earth as his Domain, even thought about directly eliminating the opponent in the Universe before he even visited Earth.
And all of this requires incredibly powerful Cultivation and strength as a guarantee.
Just as Reyn went to the underground palace to continue his Cultivation.
At this time, Frank, holding the address Reyn gave him, also arrived at a very lively bar.
After showing the proof Reyn gave him.
Frank was quickly led by a small leader of the bar into a hidden secret room inside the bar.
To be precise, this was a hidden warehouse.
In this warehouse, there was a massive amount of weapons and equipment, from M1911s to Barretts and Gatling-level firearms.
In a corner of the warehouse, Frank even saw the most advanced shoulder-fired anti-tank Rocket launchers in the America military.
Seeing this scene, even a seasoned man like Frank couldn't help but twitch his eye.
It's outrageous. This could arm an entire company of combat troops, couldn't it?
How could the Gangs be so rich now?
Seeing Frank in a daze.
The small leader also chuckled and said, "How about it, buddy, isn't it shocking enough? Our Sullivan Family is one of the thirteen Gangs in New York!"
"Even if it has declined a bit recently, its Foundation is no worse than any Gang."
"Boss trusts you greatly and has given you the highest authority. Don't be shy about what you need."
Frank looked at the small leader in surprise, as if he hadn't expected these thugs and enforcers to speak of Reyn with such respect, even a hint of admiration.
This small leader's name was Owen, a typical Celtic White man, very sharp.
After seeing Frank's surprised expression.
Owen quickly said, "Buddy, don't be so surprised. Since you're someone Boss values, I'll secretly tell you that Boss is a very mysterious person with extraordinary power."
"You'll know once you spend more time with him. Do your job well, and Boss's rewards will far exceed your imagination."
Owen's words didn't cause much emotional fluctuation in Frank.
After only a brief thought, Frank's gaze quickly turned to the weapons in the warehouse.
A moment later.
Owen looked at Frank, who was practically armed to the teeth, and the military duffel bag in his hand that was almost impossible to close, and his jaw nearly dropped to the floor.