But He-El cannot be contacted!!!
Going to Super Technology Group and requesting an interview with He-El for normal reasons is simply nonsense. Just with the beautiful refusal smile at the front desk, there is no way to make an appointment to apply for an interview.
You have no formal reason for a man on top of the earth to meet you.
No reason.
What is New York's underworld emperor?
The reason why the underworld is dark, and the reason why the underground world is called underground, is not because it is really powerful, but because it is crushed to the point where it can only be black, and it can only be underground, with no way to see the light.
You Kingpin ran to Super Technology Building and shouted loudly: I, New York's underworld emperor Kingpin, want to meet you He-El. Your things are in my hands. See if President of the United States reacts?
Without He-El's men taking action, the president immediately became furious and dared to touch my treasure? What is the police station doing? What is the CIA doing? Clean up New York's underworld immediately and don't block the way of my treasure.
He-El is the political achievement of the president of the entire country, a good friend of politicians, a powerful supporter of US Military, the leader of a group that has stirred up the lives of more than a million people, the man who changed United States's financial deficit, the hope of countless rich people to return to youth forever, a great philanthropist of various charities in the world, the hope of disabled people with terminal cancers around the world, he is simply the heart treasure of mankind on earth.
I don't know how many people are rushing to show their courtesy, how could it be the turn of some New York underworld emperor.
How can we meet without a formal reason?
If there is a formal reason, go see a secretary sent by the secretarial team of more than 140 people. It is just a matter of cooperation in financial work, and there is no need for He-El to handle it.
How can ordinary people see He-El.
Even if you go to the front desk mysteriously and say: I have what your boss wants, I want to see your boss.
Then a dozen strong men with guns will come out, surround you, and send you to the New York police station in a friendly manner.
Next, New York gangsters also suffered.
The problem is that Kingpin can't just tell He-El directly that your Vibranium is in my hands.
Vibranium's information cannot be leaked at all. Even when sleeping, Kingpin would stick Vibranium on the bed and sleep with him.
It is impossible to imagine that if other people knew that Kingpin of Manhattan's Underworld had robbed Vibranium that He-El spent 7 billion US dollars to buy, I don't know how many people would work together to dismember themselves in order to show their courtesy.
Kingpin wanted to reach a cooperation with He-El. No matter what kind of cooperation it was, it was reached. With the help of He-El's tiger skin, New York's status as a businessman quickly soared.
He didn't want He-El to misunderstand that he sent people to snatch his Vibranium for the 7 billion US dollars.
In fact, it was not him who robbed him. Although he was crazy, he was also smart and had no intention of seeking death. The class difference made him have no idea about someone who could chat and laugh with the president.
But if your subordinates robbed it, in the eyes of others, it was you who robbed it.
To be honest, 7 billion U. S. dollars is too huge. Some people will never be able to have more than 1 million U. S. dollars in their lifetime. Now that 7 billion U. S. dollars is right in front of their long dining table, it is really tempting.
But Kingpin is Kingpin after all, a domineering figure with lofty ambitions. He never thinks that he is worth 7 billion US dollars, nor does he want to let these 7 billion US dollars constrain him.
But... the current situation is not that Kingpin wants to become a big businessman with the help of He-El's tiger skin, but that there is no way to send these seven black boxes back to He-El.
Kingpin took a deep breath, put down the knife and fork in both hands, wiped his lips with the placemat on his chest, and looked at the seven black boxes.
It is also very difficult to send things that belong to He-El back to He-El.
He vaguely felt that he, the underworld emperor, seemed to be wrapped in a net.
Manhattan The previous deputy director was dismissed too quickly. The newly appointed deputy director did not accept his money at all. Moreover, the police stations in many relatively chaotic areas have recently used strong firepower, just like the military style, and used firepower to destroy several of his factories.
The business of spice merchants, which had just started, was gradually subject to various strict investigations from the authorities. Anyone who was not qualified at all would be dealt with in accordance with the rules.
Kingpin wanted to inquire about the news, but almost everyone remained silent, as if everyone had become a defender of justice.
Realizing that something unusual was happening, Kingpin had a hunch and sequestered the funds overseas.
Just the day before yesterday, the tax department sent people to inspect the taxes. Although there was no problem with the identity of the spice merchant, the look on the people's faces from the tax bureau gave Kingpin the feeling that they were about to send tax troops to deal with him.
What made his mood sink even further was that he secretly opened several hotels and entertainment venues that had nothing to do with him, but they were all searched by the tax, fired, and forcibly closed due to various nitpicking reasons.
Even the world-class Japan Wagyu steak that I ate was inexplicably unable to be transported to my dining table for various reasons. It was either a transportation problem or a storage problem, as well as insufficient supply from the supplier.
Kingpin's entire quality of life has completely dropped to a new level, and is gradually falling, sinking slowly like sinking into mud.
A big net that didn't know where it came from, slowly and slowly, strangled his neck, as if to let him see clearly how he would die, and enveloped him in a suffocating manner.
Compared with all the gang rivalries, killings, and tit-for-tat confrontations with other organized gangs in the underworld, this kind of invisible and fatal moment of suffocation is very powerless and deeply depressing.
It's like the deep pressure of the sea is trying to completely crush itself.
The most serious thing is that Kingpin does not have any source of information. He has no idea whether He-El is dealing with him or it is something done by some guys who want to be attentive.
Kingpin, Know nothing.
Classes are not so easy to cross.
People are not that easy to use.
Now, Kingpin no longer wants to use He-El. He just wants to send these seven black boxes back to He-El. Let's return to normal first.
Even if you have an ambition, you can't face the pressure from everywhere, like the deep sea.
"Found it. In about half an hour, he is coming out of Super Technology Industrial District. In about half an hour, he will return to Super Technology Building." A black, neat figure jumped over from the window and said.
Kingpin breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and two tall and strong bodies suddenly stood up, "Then take the box and return Vibranium to him."