American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Kingpin, a legendary figure.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Mr. Wilson is a successful businessman with a loving mother, close friendships with many high-ranking officials, and even once considered running for mayor.

But in private, he is the biggest leader in the dark world.

Kingpin is the source of over 40% of criminal activity in the entire United States, treating these activities as business transactions, profiting from them to the greatest extent.

Police officers and judges are his friends, while street heroes who don't play by the rules are his mortal enemies.

Whether it's destroying a drug factory in a day or eliminating some smugglers, it may inadvertently infringe on Kingpin's business and provoke his hostility.

Wilson Fisk, who killed his own father as a child and witnessed his mother calmly dispose of the body.

He inherited his father's violence and his mother's ruthlessness, merging and amplifying them.

Hell's Kitchen is just an inconspicuous part of his domain; his influence extends throughout North America, and even includes Europe and Asia.

Undoubtedly, Kingpin is the king of the underworld.

Even though Daredevil and the Punisher have been targeting him, killing many of his subordinates, and constantly disrupting his business.

They still cannot strike at his core and he remains on the throne, looking down upon them.

If Qishan hadn't suddenly emerged, using means to integrate New York's underground gangs and establish a so-called gang alliance.

Kingpin would probably have brought New York's underground under complete control long ago.

Even so, some gangs in the gang alliance still bear Kingpin's mark.

However, Qishan doesn't mind; it's normal for humans to have some selfishness; selfless people wouldn't be involved in gangs.

With control over souls, the upper echelons of the gang alliance are as stable as Mount Tai, and the lower-level thugs having some petty thoughts are completely insignificant.

The door opens, and a large black umbrella is extended first, followed by a leather shoe, and then a slender figure walks out of the car and enters the bar.

The noise rushes in, the place is packed, and under the dazzling lights, both black and white people seem very excited, raising the beer in their hands, twisting their bodies wildly, and shouting from time to time, like wild beasts.

On the bar, several hot girls in short skirts are twisting their waists wildly, their long hair flying back and forth, making it impossible to see their faces clearly.

Several burly men rest their heads on the table, their eyes fixed on the triangular garden, without blinking.

In the corner, several young men are constantly greeting people next to them, quickly collecting money, giving change, and handing over goods, without any delay.

Qishan puts away his umbrella and throws it aside.

His neat suit, high-end fabric, and obvious handmade style show that he is not from the same world as the people in the bar.

Qishan just stood at the door and attracted the attention of many people.

A white burly man first walked over, looked Qishan up and down, raised his eyebrows slightly, with a look of arrogance.

"Kid, you've come to the wrong place! This is a bar, not a fancy, pretentious French restaurant!"

Several people around him laughed.

The sudden laughter attracted the attention of many people, who frequently looked outward amidst the manic music.

Qishan calmly glanced at the few people and said, "Very good, it's you guys! Being able to hang out in Hell's Kitchen, you should have familiar police officers, right? Call them over, I have something to ask them."

The few people were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"What did this yellow-skinned monkey say, asking us to find the police?"

"No, he wants us to confess which police officer we bribed?!"

"Is this idiot crazy? He can even say such a thing."

These movements made even more noise, and more people turned their attention over.

Qishan raised his eyebrows, sighed slightly: "I knew it would be like this! Forget it, let's use my method!"

His right hand suddenly stretched forward, and a black revolver appeared in his palm without any warning, followed by the sound of gunshots.

The music in the bar was instantly interrupted, and after a few seconds of shock, screams erupted.

They subconsciously dodged, trying to escape.

But more people subconsciously drew their weapons and pointed them nervously at Qishan.

Bang!

The five people surrounding Qishan fell to the ground one after another, which made them even more nervous, and the entire room was filled with the sound of guns being cocked.

Qishan didn't even glance at them, and his spiritual pressure suddenly erupted.

Boom boom boom…

An extremely strong pressure was generated out of thin air, and everyone in the bar slammed heavily to the ground, unable to move even a bit no matter how hard they struggled.

At this moment, the five people who were shot at the beginning slowly climbed up.

In the terrified eyes of the crowd, they followed Qishan out.

As the bar door closed, the pressure instantly disappeared, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

After a few seconds of silence, these people got up one after another.

They looked at each other and silently chose to leave through the back door.

Having survived in Hell's Kitchen for so long, they naturally have their own rules of survival.

It would be strange not to escape when encountering an enemy like Qishan.

Outside the door, five newly minted m strong men, following Qishan's orders, made a call to their police station contact.

After asking a few questions, they hung up directly.

"Boss, the police have been taken care of, and the alarms near Third Avenue in Hell's Kitchen tonight will be delayed by an hour!"

Qishan nodded: "So it's there, as expected of Wilson, cautious enough. Even though many people know that he will come out tonight to meet with alliance members, no one knows the location!"

He shook his head and turned to get into the car.

The car left directly, and the five m strong men didn't know that after the taillights disappeared, they suddenly shivered and returned to their original state.

Several people covered their dizzy foreheads, looked at each other, and their eyes were filled with unbelievable shock.

Without a doubt, they all had their own will throughout the whole process, but it was distorted by a powerful force.

They are just street thugs, where have they seen such a scene, now that they have escaped with their lives, they are filled with fear.

The few people looked at each other, suddenly scattered and ran, disappearing directly into the end of the street in the light rain.

At this time, a burly figure walked out of the shadows of the bar wall, he coldly looked at the direction the car left, the huge skull on his black t-shirt was looming.