New York Queens, an underground air raid shelter that has long been abandoned.
This was originally an old building left over from World War II, but it has been transformed into a secret underground stronghold by Bigfoot Gang.
Usually the place is always lit with dim red lights, making it cold and dark.
But tonight, the air-raid shelter was filled with the sound of heavy breathing.
"Ah--!"
A gang man with a black turban on his head suddenly roared like a beast.
His originally thick arms swelled up as if they were inflated within a few seconds, and the veins were coiled on the surface of the muscles like thick earthworms.
The big man casually grabbed a solid load-bearing steel pipe nearby for support, and applied force with both hands.
There was a harsh crunching sound of metal twisting, and the solid steel pipe, which was as thick as an adult's calf, was forcibly folded into two pieces by him.
With a "clang" sound, the broken steel pipe was thrown onto the cement floor by the big man, causing a cloud of sparks to appear.
There was a gasp of air immediately in the air-raid shelter, followed by irrepressible fanatical cheers.
Saitō stood on a high platform at the front of the air-raid shelter, looking at the group of helpers under his hands who had just received injections of medicine, and squeezed his fists with satisfaction.
As an important leader of Bigfoot Gang in Queens, Saitō personally took people to sign that damn gambling agreement this afternoon.
Twenty boxes of New Compound V glowing with a faint blue light were placed on the iron table behind him.
Just half an hour ago, he took the lead and injected a needle into his own neck.
It felt like a ball of magma flowed directly into the heart along the blood vessels. After the pain, it was intoxicating, as if it was an invincible force that could blow up an armored vehicle with one punch.
"Boss, this potion is really amazing!"
The big man who broke the steel pipe came under the stage and waved his fists excitedly, "With this strength, what are we afraid of fighting between the police and gangs? New York The entire underground world will belong to us Bigfoot Gang from now on!"
"Idiot, pick up your brain and stuff it back into your skull."
Saitō sneered, took out the gambling agreement of Vought International from his pocket, and shook it loudly in his hand.
"Sickle didn't get this thing for nothing. The price Vought International gave us, every potion is a sky-high price. With the injection we just made, Bigfoot Gang already owes Vought hundreds of thousands of bad debts. If we can't deliver the goods they want, those capitalists who eat people but don't spit out their bones will have many ways to rip us off."
The gang members below who were still howling excitedly became quiet for a while.
A slightly thinner young ninja with shrewd eyes came forward and asked hesitantly:
"Boss, what is that Fantastic Beasts that was mentioned in the Vought press conference? We have never been exposed to this kind of business before. Where can we find it for them?"
Hearing this question, Saitō not only did not worry, but instead grinned with a cruel and proud smile.
He slapped the agreement in his hand on the table, reached out and took a Samurai Sword from the boy next to him, and pulled out half of it with a swipe, a cold light shining on the blade.
"Who knows what academic term Fantastic Beasts is? I haven't gone to school for a few days, and I don't understand the nonsense said by those researchers."
Saitō pointed the tip of the knife on the concrete floor under his feet and glanced at the more than a hundred elite men present.
"But my brain is not broken yet. Think about it for yourself, what is mutation and what is magic?"
The gang below looked at each other.
Saitō snorted coldly and continued, "A while ago, how did we lose the batch of smuggled goods in East Side Docks? Have you forgotten?"
As soon as these words came out, the faces of the Bigfoot Gang members below instantly turned ugly.
That was the biggest dumb loss Bigfoot Gang had suffered in the past six months.
That night, as they were preparing to unload the goods, several dark figures jumped out from the sewer nearby.
Those were not policemen or gangsters at all, but four little green men wearing tattered protective gear and carrying thick turtle shells on their backs!
Those green monsters not only had two hands and two legs, walked upright like humans, but also held weapons in their hands. They even spoke fluent New York street English. While fighting, they did not forget to laugh at their Ninjutsus like shit.
The most bizarre thing is that the leader turned out to be Big Rat, who was leaning on a cane and wearing a white beard!
That night, dozens of Bigfoot Gang masters were beaten to a pulp by these little monsters, and all the goods were thrown into the sea.
"Boss, what do you mean..."
The shrewd boy's eyes lit up.
"Bullshit!"
Saitō kicked over the wooden box next to it.
"The turtle that can speak human language! The Big Rat that can break human legs with a walking stick! If this is not counted as Fantastic Beasts, then I will eat the knife in my hand alive!"
The atmosphere in the entire air raid shelter was instantly ignited.
Originally, they had been holding back their anger towards those little green monsters and had been looking for an opportunity to take revenge.
But the terrain of the sewer is complicated and the little monsters are very slippery. They have never been able to find out the details of each other.
But now the situation is completely different.
"Vought International If you want a living person or a complete corpse, you can exchange money for it."
Saitō looked at the group of subordinates whose eyes were red due to the effect of the medicine, and the voice echoed in the underground space,
"Now that all of us have this Superman power, coupled with our Bigfoot Gang's Ninjutsu and tracking skills, those green deformities in the sewers are not enemies at all in our eyes now. They are a golden mountain that can help us pay off our debts, and even make Vought International look for our money!"
"Catch the green tortoise! Chop up that dead rat!"
The gang below raised their weapons in unison, and their roars made the dust on the roof of the air-raid shelter fall.
The expansion of power brought by the potion now gave them such extreme confidence that they would dare to strike twice even if God came.
"Everyone, bring the tranquilizer gun, the high-voltage power grid, and your knives."
Saitō put Samurai Sword back into the scabbard, grabbed the flashlight on the table,
"We are very familiar with the sewer area. They can't escape. I will put all those talking turtles into iron cages tonight. Tomorrow morning, we will go to the joint of Vought International and exchange them for piles of banknotes!"
With a burst of promises, more than a hundred Bigfoot Gang elites injected with the compound, like a group of hungry wolves smelling the smell of blood, filed out and plunged into the dark passage outside the air-raid shelter leading to the Queens main sewage network.
Saitō was walking in the front, stepping on the slippery steps of the sewer, feeling the explosive power in his body that seemed to be endless, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as if he had a chance to win.
In his opinion, no matter how good those little green monsters are at fighting, they are just a little more agile.
Facing this invulnerable and powerful super Bigfoot Gang army, those four little guys eating pizza in the sewer will definitely not be able to escape tonight.
The only sounds in the dark sewage pipes were the flickering light beams of flashlights and the sound of dense, chaotic footsteps.
The people of Bigfoot Gang are full of dreams of getting rich and revenge, and are moving towards the target location in a mighty way.