American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

Dong——

A solid wood desk weighing 500 kilograms was suddenly overturned to the ground.

Even the hard black marble floor was covered with cracks.

The precious cultural relics that were originally placed on the table for playing.

And computer files and other sundries were scattered all over the floor in an instant.

Ding Ding Ding——

A copper coin from ancient Asia bounced.

Slowly slid to a person's feet.

The expressionless Bullseye Lester seemed to turn a blind eye to the situation in front of him.

He remained silent, waiting for the storm to pass.

A few meters away.

A huge figure who was taller than Bullseye even when sitting slowly stood up.

"I will not allow anything beyond control to happen in this world..."

A low voice slowly sounded, and the expression on the face of the speaker was indifferent.

The depths of his eyes seemed to be filled with surging anger.

But the anger soon settled down.

The whole person actually returned to his previous calmness.

Wilson Fisk, who was two meters tall, lowered his head and adjusted his white suit that was almost burst by his burly body.

At this moment, he suddenly asked Bullseye:

"Lester, what do you think about this?"

"Boss, I just want to say..."

The blond man standing in front of Wilson shook his head gently.

He kept playing with a metal ring on his finger and said with a faint smile:

"This is not worth your anger. I have said long ago that the Triad must be a stumbling block for your rule over the gangs, especially after you set rules, divided the order, and greatly restricted their sources of income... Betrayal is only a matter of time, not to mention that those people are not of the same race as us..."

At this moment, Lester was like a treacherous and cunning person who was good at manipulating his mouth.

There seemed to be a sting hidden in the lazy tone.

"Oh? Did you say that? Why don't I remember it?"

Wilson looked down at Lester with an indifferent expression and replied faintly.

At the same time, his eyes scanned the other's head back and forth.

As if he wanted to open it to see what was inside.

I don't know how long it took.

Wilson's low voice once again echoed in the empty room.

"Lester... What is the price of your betrayal? Or have you betrayed me?"

"How could it be--"

"Boss, you not only saved my life, but I'm afraid only you can tolerate my obsession with killing..."

Questioned, Lester bowed hurriedly.

He lowered his head to show his obedience.

However, on that hidden face.

A little green light appeared in the depths of his cold and ruthless eyes, and then disappeared quietly.

As if he felt Lester's sincerity.

Wilson suddenly turned his tall and burly body.

He turned his back to Lester.

Gazing at the New York city outside the French window, he slowly said:

"Go, gather all the obedient people! Don't worry about anything!"

"Perhaps only death and blood can create a true empire. This is just a small ripple for me who has conquered the West Coast..."

"Tomorrow, there will be no police in the streets near the Fisk Building... A foreign gang with no foundation wants to betray, so let them see my true power!"

Swish--

In an instant, the back of 'Kingpin' Wilson seemed to swell a little more.

An expensive white suit was suddenly torn apart by the terrifying muscles, making a tearing sound.

"Kingpin... Long live!"

At this moment, Lester, who had been lowering his head, suddenly raised his face and shouted fanatically.

However, a slight sarcasm flashed between the corners of his mouth.

Long live my Lord!

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Manhattan, Chinatown.

Between an ancient garden.

Mrs. Gao, wearing a dark red cheongsam and with her white hair tied up, was kneeling in meditation in an octagonal pavilion.

Suddenly, her tightly closed eyelids trembled slightly, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

Whoosh——

A man covered in black ninja clothes floated up from the shadow of the building.

He appeared in front of Mrs. Gao.

Before Mrs. Gao could speak.

The black-clad ninja faced Mrs. Gao with a numb expression.

He asked coldly:

"Murakami asked me to ask you why you want to go to war with the 'King Bing' at this time, and why you want to destroy the plan to dig the underground 'dragon bones'?"

Before she finished speaking.

Mrs. Gao suddenly stood up slowly from the ground.

She walked to the nearby coffee table.

The slender fingers picked up a few incense sticks and said without raising his head:

"'Kingpin' has too strong a desire to control his gangs. He won't let us dig out the underground 'dragon bones'... What's more, only the triads have been digging the dragon bones. When have you ever really participated? Aren't you just sitting back and enjoying the fruits of others' labor?"

"You——"

The black-clothed ninja was furious and put his palm on the weapon behind his waist.

He took a deep breath and continued:

"Without the help of the other four fingers, do you think you can deal with the counterattack of 'Kingpin'? Or have you given up the idea of ​​immortality? How long can this body of yours last?"

Mrs. Gao raised her head.

Her eyes were fixed on the black-clad ninja.

A hint of sarcasm appeared on her fair face, and she said softly:

"If you want the 'dragon bones', go dig them yourself... My faction has only one thing to do right now, and that is to fight a decisive battle with the 'King Bing'! Even if we lose soldiers and generals, we must continue this war! Win!"

For Mrs. Gao's determination.

The black-clad ninja stopped admonishing her, and said coldly:

"I will tell Lord Murakami... You will not get any support from the Hand in this war!"

As soon as the voice fell, the black-clad ninja's two palms quickly formed seals.

In the blink of an eye, his whole body was like a pool of turbid sewage that merged into the shadows on the ground.

Completely lost his trace.

Mrs. Gao seemed to be accustomed to the scene beyond common sense.

She casually threw away the incense between her fingers.

Turned and walked out of the octagonal pavilion.

Mrs. Gao, expressionless, walked directly through the garden.

She seemed to have not seen the flowers and plants that she used to treasure.

When Mrs. Gao came to an open space,

In front of her eyes were gang members sorting out their equipment and adjusting their guns.

Clap, clap, clap!

At this moment, Mrs. Gao clapped her hands a few times.

After making sure that she had attracted most people's attention, she slowly said:

"Brothers, the war between the triads and the enemy has begun..."

"No mercy! No survivors! Fight to the death! As long as they are the subordinates of 'King Bing', they are enemies that hinder our progress!"

"This is a battle for survival between gangs! The law of the jungle is the truth!"

"Go! Go and fight for the future you deserve!"

Mrs. Gao's words were slow and plain.

She did not use any emotional speaking skills.

But many of her subordinates did not retreat at all.

In an instant, the sound of countless guns being loaded resounded all around.

At this moment, a flash of green light flashed in Mrs. Gao's eyes.

"For... my Lord!"