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Chapter 19: Natasha: Lynn, Your Friends Are... Special

Hell's Kitchen.

As Kingpin's stronghold, this was considered the most chaotic and evil place in all of New York.

The ordinary people who lived here had to be careful every single day.

Because you never knew when you might be killed by a stray bullet from a gang fight.

As for law and order?

Sorry, the only law here was the underground law established by Kingpin.

The car had just stopped in Hell's Kitchen when it was targeted by several gang members.

Natasha and Lynn got out, and the lead punk, whistling, led his men over.

"Yo, sweetie. You're pretty hot. Wanna come 'play' with us for a while?"

Looking at the dagger in the punk's hand, Natasha, who was wearing an electronic mask, said to Lynn, "I always knew Hell's Kitchen was a mess, but I never thought it was this bad."

"Don't you guys do anything about this?"

To Natasha's question, Lynn, a cigarette dangling from his lips, answered indifferently, "That's a problem for the higher-ups. We're just responsible for Manhattan."

Every precinct in New York had its own jurisdiction. Just because Lynn was NYPD didn't mean he was responsible for policing every single neighborhood.

Besides, the NYPD had never really been in the business of protecting civilians.

Hearing this, Natasha looked at the punk and suddenly struck a seductive pose. "You want to play with me?"

"Well, you'll have to ask my partner if it's okay."

She sidled up to Lynn, a smirk on her lips, and looped her arm through his.

"As long as you can get him to agree, I'd be happy to... play."

Natasha was already beautiful and sexy, and her auburn hair gave her a unique charm.

Even with the electronic mask disguising her as someone else, she was still stunning.

So when the gang leader heard her words, his eyes lit up.

He pointed his dagger at Lynn, his voice vicious. "Listen kid, if you know what's good for you, get lost. Otherwise, I'm gonna have to put a few holes in you."

Hearing this, Lynn just shook his head and looked at Natasha. "You just signed his death warrant."

"What do you mean?"

Natasha didn't understand.

She was just about to ask when, in the next second—

BANG!— a gunshot rang out, and the punk who had been so arrogant just a moment ago had his head blown open.

The sudden attack made Natasha instinctively drop into a defensive stance, her own sidearm in her hand in an instant.

Then she saw a six-foot-tall, bald, black man walking out.

He was all muscle, looked absolutely vicious, and had a lit cigar clamped in his mouth.

"See? I told you. Because of what you said, he was a dead man. That's the law of survival in Hell's Kitchen."

"Motherfucker! You dare pull a knife on my customer? In my territory? Are you all tired of living?!"

Seeing Johnny walk out with a gun, the other punks scattered in terror.

After they were gone, Johnny holstered his gun and looked at Lynn, annoyed. "Damn it. I knew it. Every time you show up, you bring trouble."

"Heeey, Johnny… Heeere's Johnny!"

Hearing Lynn's mocking tone, Johnny bit down on his cigar and roared, "Fuck, My name is not 'Little Pig,' and stop using that 'Heeere's Johnny' voice from The Shining, Motherfucker!"

He then looked over at Natasha, who had put her gun away and was smiling harmlessly.

"Why did you bring SHIELD here?"

"Huh? How did you know I was SHIELD?"

Hearing this huge man call her out instantly...

...Natasha was intrigued.

She wasn't using her real face, or the face of any known SHIELD agent.

But this guy could still identify her?

"What's so hard about it? SHIELD, cops, FBI... I can spot you all a mile away."

With that, Johnny said, "Let's go. I've got your stuff ready."

"You can wait for me in the car."

After saying this to Natasha, Lynn walked off with Johnny toward the black market.

Seeing Lynn was leaving her behind, Natasha shrugged and got back in the car.

She thought for a moment, then pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

When the call connected, Natasha said, "Corinna, run a check for me. Name's Johnny, last name unknown. Works in Hell's Kitchen."

"I'll send you his picture."

She glanced at the street sign and gave the SHIELD operator the exact location.

After hanging up, she scanned her own eye with the phone. The special contact lens she wore had just photographed Johnny, and she transmitted the image.

A few moments later, Corinna's reply came back.

No results.

Seeing that even SHIELD and the global databases had nothing on this Johnny...

...Natasha looked at Lynn's car with renewed interest.

'Looks like Lynn really is full of secrets. Even his business partners aren't ordinary people.'

***

Inside the warehouse.

After checking his items and confirming everything was fresh...

...Lynn handed the pre-prepared cash to Johnny.

Johnny took the money, weighed it in his hand, and nodded. "I love doing business with you."

"Oh, right. I got two special items. Don't know if you'd be interested."

He had his man bring over two boxes.

He opened them, and Lynn saw the two teeth inside. He picked them up. "A vampire fang and a werewolf tooth? These are definitely good."

He thought about his potion crafting. At LV4, he could make that really powerful potion.

Lynn immediately asked, "How much?"

"Seventy thousand dollars. Each."

"FUCK YOU! You damn thief, why don't you just rob me?"

Hearing the two teeth would cost $140,000, Lynn frowned. "The vampire fang, fine. But you're selling a damn werewolf tooth for that much?"

"I'd almost suspect you pulled this tooth from your own mouth, you black-hearted, black-skinned, greedy werewolf!"

Johnny was completely unfazed by Lynn's insults. "Hey, if you don't want 'em, I'll just hold onto 'em. I guarantee some rich bastard will be very interested in these curiosities."

"Damn it. You win."

Glaring at Johnny, Lynn turned and walked out.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

"To get the money, you motherfucker!"

The moment he left the warehouse, Lynn's eyes lit up.

'Okay, that was just an act. These two teeth are worth way more than 140k.'

'Once my potion skill hits LV4, and I can brew the potion that heals any wound in five minutes...'

'...I can sell one vial for a million, easy. The black market will be lining up for it.'

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