Chapter 143 It Works (Part 2)

New York is always brightly lit at night. In the most prosperous Manhattan neighborhood, the lights are on all night. The bright colors of neon lights are dazzling. An extended black luxury car passed through the curtain of countless colors and stopped in front of a luxurious mansion.

The waiter opened the car door and Schiller got out of the car. He followed the guide into the elevator. The elevator slowly rose until the door opened again. The brilliant lights in the corridor poured in. When Schiller walked out of the elevator, he squinted his eyes.

Turning a corner in the corridor, Schiller walked into a room. He saw a very burly figure standing in front of the French window, overlooking the night view of Manhattan.

"Mr. Dean, you are here." The man turned around. He was fat, like a sumo wrestler, with a face full of flesh. When he spoke, his voice was loud and powerful.

"Hello, Mr. Kingpin."

Kingpin stood there, with his hands behind his back, looking at Schiller, and then said: "The famous director of Arkham Sanatorium, your last name is not Arkham, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Kingpin, it seems that you know me very well." Schiller walked to the opposite side of Kingpin, looked at him and said: "So tonight, you invited me here, what are you doing?"

Kingpin turned around and paced to the side. He lowered his head and said: "If you are really just the director of a sanatorium, I don't need to invite you here."

Without waiting for Schiller to speak, Kingpin continued: "There have been a lot of strange things happening recently, and among these strange things, it seems that there is an invisible rope that connects them."

"People always focus on Stark, or S.H.I.E.L.D., or even Spider-Man Unlike Daredevil, I am very interested in this invisible rope. What do you think? Dean Arkham? "

"Just say it. " Schiller said simply: "Since you have invited me here, it means that you should have found this rope. Not many people can do this. This is the ticket you deserve."

King Bing suddenly turned around, stared at Schiller with a sharp look and said: "Give me a ticket? Give it to the underground king of the East Coast? What confidence do you have to make you so arrogant?"

"If you don't want it, there is no need to invite me here. I don't believe that the underground king of the East Coast only knows my real name after investigating it."

"Well, it seems that I didn't find the wrong person." King Bing turned around and said, "Did you make the immortality factor?"

"Of course not, it exists in the blood of vampires."

"Don't tell me that nonsense, we all know that it's just the result of hype."

"Really? Why do you think vampires can live forever?"

Jin Bing stared at Schiller, as if he wanted to see something from his face, but Schiller had no expression. Finally, Jin Bing asked: "Have you really mastered the technology of longevity?"

Schiller smiled and said: "Do you still think I'm talking nonsense now?"

"... I admit that this is too tempting. No one would not want to live forever. When you asked me just now, for a moment, I really believed it."

"I'm not kidding, and I'm not testing you." Schiller told Jin Bing: "I can provide a batch of about 1,500 potions, I make sure they have extremely obvious effects. "

Jin Bing sat behind the solid wood table in the room, and Schiller sat in front of him. Schiller said: "I am not here to act as a salesperson, and we are not in a seller-buyer relationship. We can be sellers together."

"What do you mean?"

"The Hand, Dragon Bone."

Jin Bing frowned, and he said: "You know more than I thought."

"After all, I didn't dare to come to the appointment just because I knew the name Jin Bing."

"As far as I know, the biggest effect of dragon bones is longevity. The Hand will look for this kind of thing to prolong the life of the top leaders of their organization."

"For this reason, they even sent hundreds of assassins to search for this material all over the world at all costs."

"Prolonging life... Although I don't know what effect dragon bones can achieve, at least in the early stage, it will definitely not be better than the effect of the potion in my hand. "

King Bing narrowed his eyes. He smelled a hint of weirdness in Schiller's words. As the de facto underground king of the entire East Coast, he was very familiar with this tone.

He straightened his body, put his arms on the table, and then said, "What benefits can I get from cooperating with you?"

"Give up your hopeless plan to get drugs into campus. That won't change anything. This is the worst way to expand the market."

"It seems that you have a good relationship with those two annoying flies."

"As long as you can successfully sell these 1,500 potions to the Hand, of course, we will take half of the profits, then soon, there will be some precious bat raw materials circulating in the underground market controlled by you."

"Sure enough, the bat raw materials that only two were left in the media are the gimmicks you use to hype. "

After starting to talk business, Kingpin was almost fighting for every penny. He said: "In addition, you must provide me with a complete bat personally. It must be the same bat that you used to extract the potion."

"Excuse me, even if I provide it to you, you will not have any technical ability to crack the secret of it."

"Don't worry about that."

"At most, I have the right to give you some research samples from Stark's laboratory, including blood, organs, and epidermal tissue."

"The complete bat is with the director of SHIELD. You know, he is a greedy vampire. If you can't offer enough conditions, you can't impress him."

"I only want a complete bat. This is the lowest bottom line. Otherwise, there is no room for negotiation." Kingpin said.

"Then it seems that we can only discuss this condition later, or you can call Nick."

Seeing Schiller's stubborn attitude, Kingpin guessed that Nick might not have much bat raw materials in his hands. Moreover, although Schiller linked the cooperation between SHIELD Stark and Osborn Group, they must have exchanged chips. Now it seems that the raw materials have all fallen into Nick's hands, and Schiller, the middleman, should not have the right to make the decision.

"Okay, I don't need a complete bat, but the research samples you provide me must be brand new, and the number must not be less than two-thirds of the bats."

"Deal."

Then, Kingpin asked Schiller: "What did you do with the 1,500 potions you plan to sell to the Hand?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "I'm not that stupid to poison them or do some other tricks. I know you're worried that the Hand's fierce revenge will cause you heavy losses."

"But you can randomly sample the 1,500 potions I provide you. I guarantee that there are no harmful substances in them. :"

"I don't quite understand what you're trying to do. Is this a plan set by the director of SHIELD? Is he finally going to take action against the Hand?"

"Why don't you look at me? Can we move away from these issues of fighting and killing?" Schiller said helplessly: "Can't I really want to do business with the Shouhe Society?"

Kingpin snorted coldly and said: "Nick Fury should be fed up with these fleas. If their ninjas were not too difficult to kill, the SHIELD agents would have come to their door long ago."

"That was in the past. Garbage is just a resource placed in the wrong place."

Finally, Schiller said to Kingpin: "If you still want to continue to develop your underground empire, I do have some good suggestions, but that is an extra charge, and it will be after our cooperation this time. If you are interested, come to Arkham Sanatorium to find me."

After leaving, Schiller was picked up by the SHIELD car. He came to Nick Fury's office. The two did not say anything, but walked towards the underground of SHIELD together.

After being transported by several closed elevators, the two came to a huge underground factory.

On the conveyor belt there, there were all freezers one by one, and in the freezers, there were all frozen big bats.

The snow storage area of ​​the entire underground factory is thousands of square meters, filled with countless frozen bats.

Schiller took a report from an agent, looked at it, and then said: "King Bing's vision is longer-term than I thought, and he agreed to this cooperation very readily."

"What conditions did he put forward?"

"He needs samples of two-thirds of the bats."

Nick looked at the bat freezer piled up like a mountain in the snow storage area of ​​the underground factory and almost laughed out loud

He could imagine that King Bing and Schiller must have gone through several rounds of confrontation and bargaining before finally getting this result.

Perhaps the king of the underground is still complacent, and he got two-thirds of the raw materials of only two bats that attracted countless dignitaries.

Nick even felt a little sympathetic to King Bing.

Schiller was not surprised. He just looked at the report and said, "Not all the bats circulating in the black market are genuine. We have to mix some fakes in, and then develop a set of standards to identify the genuine ones."

"Fakes? You mean..."

"That's right. We divide the bats to be circulated into two types. Although they are essentially the same, one batch has anti-counterfeiting marks and the other does not."

"For those with anti-counterfeiting marks, we will add some so-called exclusive marks or source marks, and then mix them together and circulate them on the black market. . "

"You are so cruel." Nick couldn't help but sigh and said: "So the ineffective immortality factors they bought are all fakes?"

"That's right, who told you not to come to our sanatorium for treatment, you deserve to buy fakes."

"There are no beds in the sanatorium, but what can I do? The sanatorium is short of funds and we are in urgent need of donations. If you don't donate and I don't donate, then you can only go to the market to buy those immortality factors that are difficult to distinguish between true and false. "

"I think that your choice of the black market controlled by Jin Bing should be more than that simple, right? I always feel that you want to cheat him. "

Nick crossed his arms, looked at the freezer on the conveyor belt, and said, "I don't believe you are so kind that you want to drag him in to share the cake even though you know he is an insatiable crocodile."

"We are now lacking some means to protect this newly born industry. Not only legal means, but also some covert means. I just tied this crocodile next to this plate of cake and let him persuade all other people who want to grab the cake to retreat."

Schiller paused and continued, "I don't have a good impression of Jin, not because he is the king of the criminal empire."

"Is he a gangster boss? Whether he is a great or a criminal emperor, it doesn't matter to me. "

"The reason why I think he is not a good partner is that he is too superstitious about force and thinks that assassination can solve all problems. He and I are not the same kind of people."

"Indeed." Nick looked at Schiller and said, "You didn't assassinate anyone, but it seems to have solved all the problems."

"But like I said." Schiller put down the report, looked at the underground factory, and said, "Garbage is a resource placed in the wrong place, and the same is true for Kingpin."

"At least at this stage, he is useful."

"That's enough."

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