Villain in MCU- CH-98. The Mexican Gang! The Gusteau Family!

In all likelihood, Jason intended to gather all the New York gangsters in his territory and eliminate them at will.

If they attended, they'd be handing their lives over to Jason. But if they didn't...

God, Jason was a superpower. Even an arms dealer like Tony Stark couldn't handle him, let alone these second-rate gangsters.

If Jason got angry and stormed their hideouts with his men, how could they possibly fight back with their small numbers and outdated weapons?

The three gang leaders exchanged uneasy glances, and the other two eventually turned their gaze to their leader.

Seeing the expectant looks in his deputies' eyes, the leader felt a surge of anger.

'Damn it, you're hoping I'll take the fall for this.' In front of Billy, the leader couldn't lose his temper. He forced a smile and said, "Since Mr. Walter has extended such a sincere invitation, I'll postpone my trip abroad. I'll stay and attend the dinner in three days."

Hearing this, Billy finally smiled, satisfied.

"That's a very wise decision. Since the invitation and Mr. Walter's intentions have been conveyed, I won't take up any more of your time. Goodbye."

With that, he stood up, nodded slightly to the three bosses, and left the office. Once the sound of footsteps faded, the three bosses collapsed onto the sofa, their faces ashen, as if they'd just received terrible news.

The leader groaned in despair, "What do we do? What do we do now?"

One of the others spoke up, "That bastard Jason is definitely planning to stab us in the back. We can't just sit here and wait for him to kill us."

Another added, "From what that guy said, Jason invited more than just us. Why don't we contact the others and come up with a plan together?"

The leader nodded, "That's a good idea. The New York underworld is at a critical juncture. To avoid being swallowed up by Jason, we need to unite."

Billy made it safely out of the factory and back to his car.

Franklin had listened to the entire conversation through the eavesdropping device. Seeing that the leader had accepted the invitation meant their mission for the day was complete.

He stretched and asked, "It's still early. Where should we go now?"

Both of them were disguised with ultra-thin human skin masks. As long as they didn't draw attention to themselves, they didn't have to worry about the police.

Billy smiled, "Wherever. We've been cooped up for so long, we can go anywhere."

Franklin patted the cash in his pocket and grinned, "There's a 24-hour club nearby. Let's grab a drink."

Billy's smile widened, "Sounds good. You're paying!"

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Queens, New York.

John Wick, accompanied by one of his men, drove to the base of their next target: the upstart Mexican gang, whose main business was marijuana.

Before this, the drug market in New York had been monopolized by Mrs. Gao. After her death, Kingpin had sent Wesley to Mexico to negotiate with a major drug lord.

But that drug lord had been unlucky. The moment he set foot on American soil, he was wiped out by the DEA, led by Stanfield.

Despite the dangers, the high profits of the New York drug trade continued to lure Mexican drug lords.

After a period of fierce competition, the Gusteau family, one of Mexico's top three drug cartels, emerged victorious.

The Gusteau family's base was located in a slum on the outskirts of Queens.

The area was filled with ramshackle buildings, a maze of narrow alleys, and a dense population, making it an ideal place to hide and escape.

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John parked the car in a secluded corner outside the slum and sent his man in alone, equipped with an eavesdropping device.

The man navigated through the slum's dangerous, dilapidated buildings, uneven ground, and piles of garbage. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the desperate, hungry eyes of the residents followed him like wolves.

Being surrounded by the slum's impoverished and desperate inhabitants made his man nervous.

The gangsters, being well-armed and powerful, wouldn't dare touch Jason's messenger. But the slum's residents didn't care about that.

For them, a few extra dollars meant another day of survival.

Poverty and hunger had driven them to madness. Anyone who entered the slum became prey.

The crowd grew denser, closing in around him.

Just as he thought the mission had failed and he was about to meet his end, a group of dark-skinned Mexicans carrying AK-47s emerged from a crumbling building.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

'Finally, they've arrived!'

The man felt a wave of relief. He quickly pulled out the letter, suppressing his fear, and said with as much dignity as he could muster, "I'm delivering a message from Mr. Jason Walter. I need to speak with Mr. Gusteau of the Mexican gang."

He glanced around defiantly.

At the mention of Jason's name, the crowd murmured in surprise.

Their expressions shifted from fear to curiosity, and they turned their gazes toward the gangsters.

"Wait here!" The gangsters, realizing the gravity of the situation, hurried off to inform their boss. Five minutes later, they returned and said the boss had agreed to meet him.

The man was blindfolded and led away by the gangsters, who searched him thoroughly during the journey. Ten minutes later, the blindfold was removed, and he found himself in a lavishly decorated room.

Seated on luxurious sofas were a group of burly men in T-shirts, shorts, and slippers.

These were the Gusteau family of Mexico—nouveau riche drug lords with no sense of style or taste.

One of them barked, "The letter!" The man felt a surge of anger.

He was representing Mr. Jason Walter, and these uncouth drug lords dared to treat him with such disrespect. He wanted to lash out, but the cold, bloodthirsty looks in their eyes sent a chill down his spine.

He swallowed his pride and handed over the envelope. The man snatched it, tore it open, and handed the invitation to Mr. Gusteau, who sat at the head of the group in a suit.

The messenger quickly explained, "In three days, Mr. Walter will host a dinner and invites all the gang leaders in New York to attend."

After reading the invitation, Gusteau tossed it onto the ground, "Tell Jason the Gusteau family is busy. We won't be attending."

The man had expected this. Remembering John's instructions, he said sternly, "Mr. Walter is very serious about this dinner. He'll be extremely unhappy if you don't attend. You know what happens when Mr. Walter gets angry."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Gusteau's men erupted.

"F*** you!"

"How dare you threaten the boss? You're asking for death!"

"Throw him in the cage and feed him to the dogs!"

"Good idea. The dogs haven't eaten in two days."

The men slammed the table and lunged at him.

The messenger panicked and tried to resist, but he was quickly restrained.

A heavy fist slammed into his face.

Crack!

His nose broke, two teeth shattered, and blood poured from his mouth. At this moment, only the leader of the Mexican gang could save him.

The man dropped to his knees, begging Gusteau for mercy, his words filled with desperation. He had completely forgotten John's instructions. But no matter how much he pleaded, Gusteau's expression remained cold.

In a last-ditch effort, he invoked Jason's name.

"Don't forget, I'm a member of the Midnight Organization. I represent Mr. Jason Walter. He's a superpower—even the government and military can't touch him. If you kill me, Mr. Walter will wipe out the Gusteau family!"

Gusteau's lips twitched, "The Gusteau family has survived decades of turmoil. We've never feared any enemy, including Jason. Besides, are you sure he'd go to war with us over you?"

The man faltered, he wanted to say "yes," but the words felt hollow even to him.

Gusteau waved his hand dismissively, "Take him away. Don't let my dogs starve." The order given, several of Gusteau's men dragged the messenger to the next room.

As the door opened, the sound of ferocious barking filled the air.

Woof! Woof! Woof!

The room was small and empty, save for a large hole in the center of the floor.

Peering over the edge, the man saw a sealed room below, stained with dark, dried blood and littered with bones covered in flies. Four massive dogs, their fur matted with blood, paced restlessly.

The dogs were enormous, larger than any known breed, clearly the result of genetic experimentation. Hungry for two days, their eyes glowed with a feral hunger. They leaped wildly, trying to reach the hole.

The man's legs gave out, and a wet stain spread across his jeans.

One of Gusteau's men smirked, "Kid, your predecessor lasted less than five minutes. Let's see if you can do better." With that, they shoved the struggling man into the six-meter-deep pit.

Thud!

He hit the ground hard and the four dogs lunged at him, snarling. Ignoring the pain in his palms and knees, he scrambled to his feet and kicked one of the dogs in the head, shouting in desperation.

The dog was sent crashing into the wall, but the other three immediately latched onto his legs, their teeth sinking deep.

Rip!

With a sickening sound, one of the dogs tore a chunk of flesh from his leg.

"AHHHHH!"

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