True and Happy stared at each other in the back seat of the car. Fen drove the car and saw this scene.
He understood what had happened, and Tru was beginning to suspect that he was a bad guy again.
After all, it's all the old man's fault at the antique shop.
Tohru used to do well in the mafia organization, but since joining that bad old man, he has become softer and softer, which is not a good thing.
"True, look at this!"
Fortunately, they were prepared.
Ah Fen drove the car and threw the file bag he had prepared into Tru's arms.
"The boss asked me to prepare this before. I know that you were confused when you came here and you can't remember some things."
"The bag contains some information about you from the past, as well as precious memories of us doing things together. You will understand after you see it for yourself."
"Ah, really?"
Tru opened the file bag in confusion.
The first picture that caught my eye was a photo of him and Valon.
Walon was still wearing a dark green suit and leaning on a cane, while he was standing behind Walon, holding an ice cream cone in his hand and smiling happily. The two of them formed a good picture.
"How about a photo of you and the boss."
"You are the boss's most proud subordinate, so the boss likes you very much."
Ah Fen suddenly said at this time.
"Ah, it is indeed me."
It was indeed him and Valon in the photo, but something felt wrong.
Tohru scratched his forehead in confusion.
Then scrolling back, there were some robberies committed by the mafia organization. There were black and white photos and newspaper news. Without exception, he was included in these reports.
There is even a photo of him holding prisoner number plate No. 1549 and wearing a black and white striped prison uniform.
"I, I even went in there!"
When Tru saw this, his eyes were a little dazed.
When he recalled something, it seemed that he had really been a member of the mafia organization and had committed many major crimes.
"certainly!"
"Look at the fat man next to you, you scared him like a quail."
Ah Fen paused and looked at Happy in the back seat of the car.
"Be confident, Tru, you are the best bad guy, and no one is better than you at this point."
"Tch, it's boring."
In the passenger seat, Ah Fu curled his lips, he had no time to accompany Ah Fen to fool Tru.
He only has one idea now.
No matter who it is, there is an opponent. He wants to fight now!
"Then, this is true..."
Tru looked at the file in his hand, then at Fen who was driving, and then turned to look at Happy, who had a shocked and angry face.
Judging from the current situation, he seems to be... indeed a bad guy.
Tohru's eyes gradually became fierce, and the naive temperament before disappeared.
The ace thug of the Black Hand organization is officially back!
…
Times Square, inside the Daily Bugle newspaper building.
"Hey, my little naughty guys, how are you getting ready?"
"Is the live broadcast signal ready?"
Mary Alice Walker said with a raised eyebrow.
In the office, in front of the computer desk, a few hapless guys from the Daily Bugle were hard at work. The gunmen were pointing guns at them, ready to punch holes in their heads if they disagreed.
"Ma, it'll be ready soon"
Several people nodded tremblingly, for fear of offending the crazy woman in front of them.
Those colleagues who were dragged out because of their previous acts of resistance and have not come back yet are a lesson for them.
"That's good, but don't make any mistakes."
Mary was lazily leaning on the sofa. Behind her were a large number of desperadoes, all of whom worked for money.
Looking at the trembling Daily Bugle employees, Mary smiled, she had complete control over this place.
"Sister, the boss is back."
The boy responsible for monitoring the newspaper building suddenly said at this time.
"Oh, our gifts are here. Come on, everyone, get moving."
Mary jumped up excitedly, completely losing her previous lazy look.
She was ready to meet Wallon.
"Mary, good job!"
The first one to walk in was Walon.
Behind him, Trudeau was carrying Tony and Obadiah, one in each hand, like a little chicken.
I have to say that this appearance is really unsightly. The faces of the two big shots from Stark Industries were all dark at the moment.
"Wow, are you Tony Stark?"
Mary excitedly approached Tony and met him nose to nose.
"Tony, do you know I'm your fan?"
"This is the first time I have met a living idol. I am so excited and happy!"
Tony was tied up and motionless. It would have been humiliating to be carried around by a big man.
Now it's stuck on the face of a crazy woman. To be honest, Mary is very beautiful.
Especially the orange-red hair, which makes her look like a royal sister.
But despite being so beautiful, the right side of her face was pale, making people feel inexplicably scared.
"Um, madam, please stay away from me, I'm not that casual!"
Tony frowned, this was his last bit of stubbornness.
"Hey, that's not nice to say!"
"Boss, do you want to take him to the rooftop to play?"
Mary suddenly seemed to remember something and said to Valon.
"Any questions?"
Valon frowned. He arranged a perfect stage play and didn't want any flaws to appear.
"Of course, no problem. The winch and iron lock are ready."
"But when I think that such a beautiful face will be smashed to pieces, I feel sad."
Mary showed a sad expression, stretched out her hand to touch Tony's face, and suddenly a strange smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
"If you don't give me his face before this, I will keep it well."
"???"
Mary's words shocked Tony with goosebumps all over his body.
This woman is really crazy and terrifying.
There were also winches and iron locks, and the location was on the rooftop, which gave him an extremely bad feeling.
"Don't be ridiculous, Tony is the highlight of the night."
"If you like it, Mr. Obadiah can collect it for you."
Vallon smiled and shook his head, and tapped Obadiah, who was pretending to be dead, with his stick.
Obadiah trembled all over and almost fainted.
If he were not such a bully, he would be beaten if he spoke out, but if he stopped speaking, he would fall into the hands of a crazy woman?
Damn it, is there any way to survive?
"Tch, I don't want it. If you are so fat and bald, my taste is not that strong."
Mary curled her lips in disgust. She preferred Tony's model, which would look great at home.
"Hey, what on earth are you going to do?"
Tony had no time to care about Mary's interests and hobbies. He struggled desperately and shouted at Vallon.
"Don't be nervous, you will know later."
"It's this feeling of shouting. It's very good. Keep it up."
Tony was in full condition, which made Valon even more satisfied.