However, after showing signs of fear, the gangster's face revealed a look of madness.
"Haha, eat up, eat up."
"Eat whatever you want as long as you're not afraid of dying, anyway, I have AIDS."
With just one sentence, Eddie's actions were stopped.
Upon hearing about the other person's illness, Eddie felt somewhat helpless. Clearly, Venom had no interest in feeding on such a person, and he had only intended to scare them.
At this moment, Barton stepped forward, took out a simple syringe from his person, and said:
"No need for all that trouble. I have a spittoon here. You'll be able to explain everything clearly and completely on your own in no time."
After saying that, Barton stabbed the gangster in the neck and injected the spittoon into his body.
After glancing at the time and confirming that the vomiting agent had taken effect, Barton began his interrogation.
Watching the other party's actions, Eddie had to admit that S.H.I.E.L.D.. agents were indeed professionals in this area, quickly obtaining specific information.
After some questioning, they obtained detailed information.
They are a gang called the 13K, headquartered in Hell's Kitchen.
Their main business is smuggling, including cars and firearms.
The gang has over a hundred members, making it a medium-sized organization within Hell's Kitchen.
Their leader was K. Redell, one of the thirteen leaders in the gang.
K. Redell was one of the people who had escaped earlier; these people mainly followed this leader out to secretly do this business.
Furthermore, it was learned from the other party that human trafficking was just a business secretly run by this leader, and had little to do with the gang. Human trafficking and organ trafficking are businesses that are explicitly prohibited by the gang and even by higher authorities.
As for who they were dealing with, he had no idea; this information was all in K. Redell's hands and he was unaware of it.
After listening to Barton's interrogation, Eddie looked at Barton and said, "He says what they did has nothing to do with his gang. Do you believe him?"
However, Barton nodded and said, "In the face of injectable drugs, these ordinary people who haven't received specialized drug resistance training are incapable of lying."
"But the organization they belong to is also a gang, and it's an illegal entity."
Do you have any thoughts?
After thinking for a moment, Eddie said, "We absolutely cannot let K. Redell get away with this, otherwise he'll continue doing this kind of business."
"As for the 13K behind him, destroy them all."
Hearing Eddie's idea, Barton nodded and said, "Now that we know their headquarters, let's set off."
"Good!"
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On the other side.
K. Redell, who had escaped from the underground passage, did not head towards his hideout Hell's Kitchen, but instead drove towards the New York Continental Hotel.
He cursed as he drove, "Damn it, I can't even run into a superhero while trying to do a small business."
K. Redell took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Mr. Z, the business deal is canceled."
"What happened?"
K. Redell replied, "Two superheroes just attacked my Warehouse, and all the goods are gone."
"At the same time, our business may have to be suspended for a period of time."
Z: "Okay, I understand."
After giving that brief explanation, K. Redell hung up the phone.
As the car drove along, K. Redell encountered no unexpected incidents and arrived directly at the entrance of the Continental Hotel.
Upon seeing the Continental Hotel, K. Redell breathed a sigh of relief; once the Continental Hotel, he would be safe for the time being.
Once he's stayed here for a while and confirms that the gang hasn't been attacked by superheroes, he can return to Hell's Kitchen.
But if the gang is destroyed by superheroes in the next few days, he'll have to start a new life.
The car stopped in front of the Continental Hotel, and K. Redell bent down and took a small Suitcase from under the passenger seat.
Upon opening the box, one found a protective shield, a forged identity, and a whole row of Gold Coin issued by the Continental Hotel.
He took the Gold Coin out of the box and spread them out in his palm.
"These are truly beautiful Gold Coin, it's just a pity there aren't enough of them."
Clearly, K. Redell was not only the head of the 13K triad, but also a hitman registered in the Continental Hotel.
After stuffing all the Gold Coin into his pocket, and then placing the protective shield and ID card in another pocket, K. Redell put the empty box back in its place and got out of the car.
K. Redell approached the doorman, handed him the car keys, and then entered the Continental Hotel.
Upon entering the hotel, K. Redell surveyed his surroundings and noticed several assassins conversing in the Rest Area of the hotel's executive corridor.
When he came in, everyone just glanced at him and didn't pay him any attention.
K. Redell walked to the hotel reception, took a Gold Coin from his pocket, placed it on the table, and said:
"Give me a room!"
The receptionist accepted the Gold Coin and then began processing the check-in procedures.
"Mr. K, your room is ready, room 603. Here's your Room Card."
Have a pleasant stay.
K. Redell picked up the Room Card and headed upstairs; he was going to take a shower in his room to get rid of the bad luck.
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On the other side.
Barton was driving, with Eddie Block in the passenger seat.
"Friend, you can deactivate your transformation now, otherwise it'll be a bit cramped for you to sit in the car."
Barton drives a two-seater Mustang coupe. The passenger seat is actually quite spacious, but Eddie's physique is a bit too bulky after transforming.
Knowing what the other person was hesitant about, Barton continued, "Um, I know your information. You are Eddie Block, a reporter."
Upon hearing the other person say his name, Eddie looked at them with some surprise.
"You know me now?"
Barton chuckled, "There are cameras everywhere on the streets now, and you haven't done a good job of concealing your identity. It won't be difficult for S.H.I.E.L.D.. to find out about you."
Upon hearing this, Eddie revealed his face.
"So what brings you to me this time? Are you trying to recruit me into the Avengers?"
He knew that S.H.I.E.L.D.. was recruiting Superhuman everywhere, but he didn't know how effective it was.
Barton, who was driving, shook his head. "We don't have any plans to recruit at the moment, and I don't know you very well either."
Barton gestured towards S.H.I.E.L.D.., then continued:
"But I know you're a righteous street hero who spends your free time fighting criminals."
Eddie asked in surprise, "WHY?"
"A hero is a hero, but why a street hero?"
Seeing Eddie's reaction, Barton Ichiraku inwardly, then said in a serious tone:
"Mainly because your activity area is mostly in Brooklyn."
Upon hearing Barton's explanation, Eddie opened his mouth and asked, "Is this still divided according to regions?"
Barton then laughed and said, "Just kidding, I was just trying to ease the tension so you wouldn't be nervous."
Eddie shook his head and said, "There's nothing to be nervous about. You're no match for me."
Eddie then canceled Venom's transformation, causing it to shrink back into his own body.
Unbeknownst to Eddie, a scanner was silently scanning his body data in the glove compartment.
Hearing Eddie's words, Barton didn't pay any attention, but instead asked:
"May I ask what motivated you to have the idea of punishing evil and promoting good?"
"What is your motivation for doing these things?"
"Would it be convenient for you to tell me?"
Eddie didn't answer immediately, but instead asked the other person.
"And you, what is your motivation for becoming a superhero?"
After a two-second silence, Barton said, "This is my job, and I've been doing it for many years."
He is an agent who, although he has his own thoughts, mostly follows orders from S.H.I.E.L.D.. and is responsible for handling all sorts of matters.
Feeling a bit bored after hearing the other person's answer, Eddie began to share his own thoughts.
"I've seen too many ordinary people being oppressed. On the street where I used to live, a Chinese convenience store owner was threatened almost Tenten, including robbery and being asked to buy things for free."
"I don't think the world should be like this; these wrong behaviors need to be stopped."
"Of course, I can't help everyone; I can only help those I see."
"See a criminal, and crack down on that crime."
Upon hearing Eddie's answer, Barton nodded; this was a man with a strong sense of justice.
"I'm a little curious, some criminals have had their heads eaten by you. Is this a fetish or something you had to do?"
"Of course, I'm not investigating anything; I'm just a little curious."
"Your mouth doesn't seem capable of swallowing it whole."
Barton also made a swallowing motion with one hand.
Venom's voice echoed in Eddie's mind.
"This guy talks too much nonsense, how about I eat his head instead?"
"No!"
Eddie rejected Venom's offer outright, but Barton overheard his words.
"What?"
Eddie said, "I don't eat heads; that's just a way to intimidate those who have committed heinous crimes."
"Just like you said, my mouth can't hold such a big head."
Eddie also made a mouth-opening gesture to indicate that his mouth was only so big that it couldn't hold a person's head.
Venom, meanwhile, thought to himself, "Let me out and show him how to eat heads one by one. I can handle it."
Eddie ignored Venom's words; he had no penchant for eating human heads.
Barton glanced at the other man with some suspicion, sensing that Eddie's situation seemed a bit off, but still said:
"That's what I think too."
The two then chatted casually, with Eddie asking about some interesting stories about the Avengers members.
The two drove to the headquarters of the 13K. Barton stopped the car, slung his arrows over his shoulder, and then said:
"We've arrived. Let's prepare to move out."
Eddie glanced at the large auto repair shop in front of him and said, "Transform!"
The next second, he transformed into Venom, leaping directly into the factory yard, with Barton following closely behind.
The two moved as if they were in an empty field; none of the guards in the warehouse were a match for them, and they were knocked to the ground before they could even put up a fight.
In the silent carnage, all the guards inside the factory were brought to the ground.
The two soon arrived at a Safe House. Looking at the sleeping 13K leader on the bed, Barton pressed the switch on the bedside light.
The room lights suddenly turned on, illuminating the entire room, and the 13K leader, who was resting, was also awakened by the sudden light.
Looking at the two people in front of him, K. Brennan shouted loudly:
Who are you?
He reached for the pistol under his pillow, but Barton pulled him off the bed and threw him to the floor.
"Bang!"
Hit on the ground, K. Brennan didn't cry out in pain, but instead shouted, "Guards!"
Barton said, "No need to shout anymore, your guards have all been taken care of."
K. Brennan looked at the two men, his gaze finally settling on Barton's face.
"I know you, Hawkeye, you're Avengers."
"We, the 13K, only do smuggling; we shouldn't be in a position to offend you."
At this point, Eddie spoke up, "But your subordinate, K. Redell, is involved in the human trafficking business."
K. Brennan shook his head. "That's impossible. Nobody in Hell's Kitchen would dare do that kind of business, and the rest of me are even less likely to."
Barton then spoke up, "The smugglers are Black people who have illegally crossed the border from the US to Mexico."
Upon hearing this, K. Brennan immediately realized what was happening. He sat down on the ground and looked at the two of them:
What do you want to know?
Barton asked, "Where is K. Redell?"
K. Brennan shook his head. "He's not here. He might be at home, or he might be somewhere else."
"Call him and tell him to come over."
"Or find out his location."
Upon hearing Barton's words, K. Brennan hesitated for a moment before asking, "What do you want to do?"
Eddie said, "He will pay the price for his actions."
K. Brennan nodded, then picked up his phone, dialed K. Redell's number, and called him.
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On the other side.
K. Redell, who had just finished washing up and was enjoying a meal in his room, saw his phone ring. Seeing that it was his boss calling, he didn't answer immediately.
At this time, the boss wouldn't normally call him. Have they found their hideout?
He finally answered the phone, but didn't speak immediately.
"Redell, where are you?"
"Boss, I'm home. What's up?"
"I'll be going to headquarters tomorrow. I've heard some things lately, and there's something I need you to handle."
"Okay, I understand."
As the call ended, Redel looked at his phone and smiled slightly. This is my home.
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On the other side.
K. Brennan looked at the two men and said, "My position at home is XXX XXX. What are you going to do with us, the 13K?"
Barton looked at the other person and then said, "The police will arrest you."
He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he was being handed over to the police.
Barton then stunned his opponent with a palm strike, and then said to Eddie:
"Looks like we'll have to make another trip."
Eddie nodded. "Let's go, let's hurry."