Trevor never thought that his acting career could continue and he would still play the same role. He was kidnapped and escaped from prison by Jackson Norris, who was disguised as an ABC reporter, and got into a prison van full of armed men. .
To be honest, this cunning and slippery third-rate actor was not willing to leave his cell and regain his freedom in this way. He knew that cooperating with this group of dangerous people would definitely involve taking huge risks, and he might be taken advantage of by the Avengers at some point.
Last time, he was not implicated by Killian because he was favored by the goddess of luck. But if he does it again, he won’t have such good luck.
It was just that he couldn’t help himself. Trevor didn’t have the ability to speak forcefully even when someone pointed a gun at his head, so he had to sit in the prison car obediently and wear a black hood.
As for the prison that was attacked, it was already a mess inside. Dozens of prison guards fell in a pool of blood. Many fierce prisoners took this opportunity to knock over several guards, seize the keys to the cells, and release more prisoners. It was foreseeable that a riot was inevitable.
The car engine started slowly, the tires rubbed against the ground, and no one spoke. In this dull atmosphere, after driving for about twenty minutes, Trevor was pushed out of the car and then transferred to another car. , this journey should take half an hour, and soon a lively noise came in, mixed with a lot of Chinese exchanges.
“Get out of the car. Remember to stay calm.” Jackson took off the other person’s black hood and threatened in a low voice.
Trevor looked frightened. He changed out of his yellow prison uniform and opened the car door. What he saw was a big red lantern hanging above and rows of Chinese restaurants and shops. This is Chinatown.
Lower Manhattan at the southern end of Manhattan is a living area dominated by Chinese and overseas Chinese. The reason for the formation of such a gathering place is mainly because the Chinese Exclusion Act was passed by the state of California that year, and the Chinese who were excluded and persecuted It had to move to the east coast. Later, as the population gradually increased, it became Chinatown over time.
Almost all the residents living in this area are Chinese, and their main places of origin are Guangdong, Hong Kong and Fuzhou, so the main languages here are Cantonese and Fuzhou. One-third of the shops open are restaurants, and there are restaurants on both sides of the street. There are mountains of fruit, medicinal, and seafood stalls, and the buildings are decorated with beautiful Chinese signboards.
Every year during the holidays, Chinatown will be particularly lively, with many overseas Chinese flocking here, and even attracting many foreigners who are interested in Eastern culture.
With the cold gun pressed against his lower back, Trevor was extremely obedient. He walked through the middle of the street and entered an antique teahouse. Compared to the Chinese restaurant outside, the business here was quiet, except for some elderly people sitting there. Upstairs, I listen to songs, drink tea, and occasionally chat, but almost no foreigners come.
The boss, who was wearing a long cloth coat, stepped forward to greet them warmly and took Jackson and Trevor upstairs. The black tattoo of the Ten Rings Gang was inadvertently exposed between his arms.
In the Accord on the second floor, a figure stood in front of the window. When he turned around, he saw a face that was very similar to Trevor.
He has a hooked nose, deep-set eye sockets, a thick beard on his chin, and a gloomy complexion that reveals a strong majesty, like a mighty lion that no one dares offend.
The only thing that is different from Trevor is that this mysterious figure is younger than him. He is in his thirties and forties, tall and muscular. Just standing there, he is like a towering mountain, exuding A strong sense of oppression.
“Dear Lord Mandarin.” Jackson said with a fanatical expression on his face, “I brought this liar who pretended to be you.”
“Oh, Killian did find a good substitute.” The mysterious figure stepped forward, a smile on his sinister face, “I like him better in the video, that way he looks more like me.”
Trevor’s legs were trembling. He had studied Chinese for a period of time under Killian’s instruction and could probably understand the conversation between them.
“Don’t be afraid, be serious, yes, that’s the expression.” The other person’s eyes were sharp, like a hawk, “Don’t show too much fear, it will make me feel uncomfortable.”
He was wearing a complicated black robe, as majestic as an emperor. His eyes glanced at Trevor, making this down-and-out third-rate actor lower his head involuntarily. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the various rings on the other’s fingers. They are all inlaid with luxurious gems, and the dim light flickers slightly, brewing extraordinary power.
“The Ten Rings Gang needs a puppet, so you have to step on the stage again.” The real Mandarin said in a deep voice, his tone full of determination that could not be refused.
He is the founder of the Ten Rings Gang. He established this huge organization a long time ago. Its power was initially rooted in a corner of Asia, and later expanded to Vietnam, Japan, and South Korea. It was enough to stand side by side with the Hand, and its traces spread throughout the Asia-Pacific region, weaving a network of A huge, complex and secretive network.
In every chaotic area, there is a presence of the Ten Rings Gang. For example, in the Middle East where conflicts occur frequently, the Afghan warlord who once kidnapped Tony Stark was a puppet supported by this organization, providing money and weapons to keep the other party going. Expand territory, develop power, and finally use it for yourself.
“I heard that you like acting very much and are an excellent actor.” The Mandarin looked solemn, as if recalling the long past, “I want you to know more about this character.”
Trevor did not dare to disturb him and listened silently to the other party’s narration. The man behind the Ten Rings Gang was said to have a long life. He was born in the ancient East and was a descendant of Genghis Khan, the legacy of the golden bloodline.
At a very young age, the Mandarin showed his uniqueness. With his sophisticated and decisive business methods, in that chaotic era of warlord rule and endless wars, he accumulated a wealth beyond people’s imagination. The most important thing in his life was At the peak of his glory, he left his huge family fortune behind and traveled to famous mountains and rivers everywhere in pursuit of the elusive magic of immortality.
He rummaged through the secret scriptures of Taoism and read all the Buddhist scriptures and secrets, but he could not get any enlightenment. It was the end of the Dharma era when Taoism declined and practice was cut off. No one could see the path to the Great Way.
It wasn’t until the advent of the Ten Commandments that everything changed. In a deserted valley, the Mandarin obtained ten rings from the ruins of an extraterrestrial civilization. They possessed various extraordinary powers. He was ecstatic and studied and manipulated them day and night.
Since then, the Mandarin has disappeared and lived in seclusion in the deep mountains and old forests. The few occasional trips out of the mountains were all because he sensed the drastic changes in the world and became inactive. The Ten Commandments Gang was the rise of the group.
“…I have found the secret to the art of immortality. Those civilized lives outside the universe may be able to give me more enlightenment.” The Mandarin’s face was as solid as ice, and his voice was like a cold current, which made people tremble, “Killian He once wanted to control this country, but he thought I would care about power and status… What a fool! What I am pursuing is the essence of life evolution, and the Ten Commandments have led me to the gate of the great road, but I am still not satisfied.”
“I want to own the whole world…huh?”
The Mandarin’s words suddenly paused. He suddenly stretched out his hand and strangled Trevor’s neck. His fingers were like blades and he sliced open the opponent’s skin, and pinched out a miniature positioning device as big as a grain of rice.
