American drama life begins with Dr. House

Along with the blood stains on the glass, there were several flames like fireworks.

The thick black smoke, illuminated by the firelight, was particularly conspicuous in the night sky.

As the actual controller of Hell's Kitchen, Wilson naturally knows where these fires are.

Those places are his warehouses guarded by heavy troops!

There was not only money in it, but also banned drug powder that was more valuable than money, as well as weapons and ammunition that he relied on for survival.

And all of these are gone now, all destroyed by who knows who the damn guy!

The naked Wilson's hands kept squeezing hard, and the poor girl was killed by Wilson in a coma.

Wilson, who was extremely angry, looked at the fireworks in front of him with a gloomy expression.

After a long while, he took a long breath and dialed the phone number.

As Wilson's order was issued, the surviving gang members immediately began to fight back.

As his gold medal fighter, Bullseye took the lead and began to slaughter those dirty ghosts from Bowery Street with his superior ballistic calculations.

He vented all his anger at not being able to find John on these damned people in front of him.

Until he met a man with a scar on his face.

The scarred face that he had never seen before was pointing at him with the black muzzle of the gun, and Bullseye, out of curiosity, immediately dropped the baseball in his hand.

This subconscious reaction made Scar's first shot miss.

Bullseye took this opportunity and immediately threw out his sharp knife.

Scar, who had long memorized Bullseye's information, lowered his head and wrapped himself in a soft body armor.

After following the ping-pong a few times, Scar put down his clothes and found that he had lost sight of Bullseye.

Just when he was wary of where Bullseye had gone.

A voice came from the low roof nearby.

"Are you looking for him?"

boom!

What fell with the sound was a corpse that was too dead to be dead. It was Bullseye who had just tried to occupy a high place to use his throwing ability.

Looking at Bullseye's face that was facing towards him after being twisted off, Scar could clearly see the look of fear in Bullseye's widened eyes.

He obviously didn't expect that his movement trajectory would have been predicted by a non-human machine.

The guy who appeared on the low roof had a white skull image spray-painted on his body armor.

I have to say that this skull looks very scary in the night.

Scar, who has been hanging out on the streets of New York for a long time, has naturally heard of the Punisher's deeds.

Now that the Punisher will appear here at this point in time, he must be a friend rather than an enemy.

But what he didn't expect was that Du Wei would actually be able to take such powerful people under his command and serve Du Wei.

You must know that the rumored Punisher has a very stubborn temper.

He is not interested in money, beauty, or anything else.

All he seems to want is for the guilty to die.

But such a person would actually be used by Du Wei now. This is something that Scar can't imagine.

But when I think about it being Du Wei, it seems to make sense again.

After all, he has seen quite a few Duwei-like miracles during this period of time.

Scar, who thought a lot silently, nodded slightly towards the Punisher, and then continued to move forward.

Now is not a good time for small talk. While the other party is dazed by the blow, it is a good time to completely remove the other party!

Uncle Punishment looked at Scar walking away and his figure disappeared into the shadows again.

At the prompts of the machine, Wilson's well-trained elites were eliminated one by one by their team of strong players.

Soon, Wilson, who was fully dressed and silently looking at the Hell's Kitchen under his feet, felt something was wrong.

The elites under his control fell too fast.

In a short period of time, the elite team he had spent years training had been easily destroyed.

There is only one possibility for such a precise strike.

That is, their whereabouts are all controlled by others!

Realizing this, Wilson immediately asked his younger brother to activate a signal jammer sufficient to cover the core area of ​​Hell's Kitchen.

Once the signal jammer was turned on, according to Du Wei's instructions, all members of the Salvation Organization should stop attacking and gather at the predetermined location.

Du Wei didn't want his precious protagonists, the wage earners, to be taken away by blind bullets.

Everything they should do has been done.

For now, we can leave this dangerous battle of attacking and defending the streets to the people of Bowery Street.

But someone silently took off the headset in his ear, walked through the chaotic streets and battlefields under the cover of darkness, and headed towards the most gorgeous building in Hell's Kitchen.

That's where Wilson is.

…

Seeing that there was no voice from Uncle Punishment at the meeting place, Du Wei was not surprised.

Judging from the grudge between Uncle Pun and Wilson, Uncle Pun had no reason to let go of this good opportunity to punish Wilson with his own hands.

I just don’t know if the current 47 has succeeded.

The security force around Wilson should be the weakest it has ever been.

Because if everyone is not sent out to stabilize the situation, Wilson will only collapse faster!

Wilson's calls to official friends were all intercepted by the machine.

Through this, Du Wei also found a lot of official bugs, and these guys were handed over to Sister Ka and Agent Madani to solve.

I believe they will definitely gain something from these officials’ homes.

Du Wei, who was slightly lost in thought, quickly came back to his senses and said:

"Okay, we have nothing to do today. Hell's Kitchen will have a new owner tomorrow."

Frank, who was completely unsatisfied, stood beside the vehicle that he had prepared but did not use and said:

"New owner? It won't be the next Wilson, right?"

For some reason, after hearing Frank speak, Reise, who had a good relationship with him, silently leaned aside.

According to the information Finch revealed to him, this guy likes men.

In order to prevent himself from being overturned by Frank, he thought it was better to keep some distance from Frank.

Frank noticed Rise's little movements and was about to speak with some confusion when he heard Duwei's answer.

Just in time to interrupt what he wanted to ask.

"No, if he was the next Wilson, he would be dead by now."

After receiving Du Wei's guarantee, although most of the people did not enjoy themselves, they also understood that this was the best way to be safe.

In the end, the only ones left here were Du Wei and two women who were unwilling to leave.

Seeing Genmei and Xiao looking like they wanted to follow Du Wei to the end, Du Wei shook his head helplessly:

"There's really nothing else going on here, I just want to watch the end of the Hell's Kitchen generation.

I'm really just watching, I promise I won't take action."

Xiao's eyes were full of disbelief.

Xin Duwei? Duwei said at first that he would die in a month.

As a result, after two months, Du Wei was still alive and kicking here, living better than anyone else.

If things continue like this, Du Wei may be able to live longer than everyone else.

"It's all about watching. Watching it alone is not as interesting as watching it with three people.

Don't you know there are always people who like to do something else while watching movies?

We can do it too."

Hearing Xiao's words, Du Wei automatically imagined the picture in front of him of Wilson's body covered in blood and the electric motor on his side.

This is too harsh, and Du Wei cannot accept the truth.

Du Wei shook his head to remove this ridiculous scene from his mind, and then said with a serious face:

"No, no, that kind of thing will only affect our thinking speed.

Wilson is not a simple person, and the price paid for being careless in front of him is life."

Seeing that Du Wei's expression didn't look fake, Xiao said dubiously:

"Since he is not a simple person, shouldn't you let us follow him?

Only by going there can we ensure that no accidents happen."

What Xiao said was actually what Du Wei wanted to do.

He originally wanted to be the one who checks for omissions and fills them in.

However, Xiao has already mentioned this, and Du Wei will only miss the moment of witnessing the end of Wilson's life if he continues to talk about it.

So Du Wei shrugged and said:

"Okay, okay, let's go together.

But make sure you agree in advance that you can't do anything just because your hands are itchy.

That may disrupt other people's attack rhythm.

So unless Wilson escapes the battlefield, we're just going to have to watch, okay?"

Xiao nodded excitedly and said cheerfully:

"I understand, let's go quickly!"

Seeing Xiao's excited look, Du Wei couldn't help but move his ideal viewing spot further away.

Otherwise, who knows if this violent woman would join in on a whim.

Soon, the three of them walked through the streets littered with corpses and arrived at the only building in Hell's Kitchen that still had lights on.

At this time, the building was quiet as if no one was there.

The people who were supposed to be on guard here all maintained a fixed posture with their backs to the three of them.

Genmei walked over curiously and pushed her. The man who maintained his posture suddenly softened and fell to the ground. He was already dead.

Seeing this situation, Genmei was not afraid. Instead, she found the small pinprick on her neck, which seemed to be a fatal injury.

This familiar killing method looks like it was done by professionals.

Genmei asked Du Wei curiously:

"Besides Uncle Punishment, did you find anyone else?"

"You've seen it, Killer 47."

Genmei raised her eyebrows, and with her excellent memory, she immediately remembered the bartender she had met at the Rockland County Water Club bar.

Duwei's nickname for the ordinary bartender at the time was Killer 47.

If Du Wei hadn't said that this guy was dangerous, Genmei wouldn't have thought that the bartender was a threat.

It seems now that the most deadly threats often come from those inconspicuous people in life.

This guy who hovers at the edge of sight is perfect for being a silent assassin.

These guys who died without any sign of fighting are obviously the best proof.

At this time, Killer 47, who was being discussed by the two, was dressed as a security guard. He burst into Wilson's office in a panic and shouted:

"Boss, it's bad, they're calling in!"

Wilson, who had been facing the floor-to-ceiling glass window and silently watching the lights in Hell's Kitchen that represented his power building go out one by one, slowly turned around.

He stared straight at the panicked bodyguard and shouted:

"There's nothing to panic about, I'm not dead yet!

When I was a child, my father told me that men should never show weakness.

Because when you are surrounded by wolves, if you show any sign of weakness, the wolves will rush over and tear you into pieces.

So stand up straight, act like a man, take out your gun and kill all those damn guys..."

boom!

Before Wilson finished speaking, he looked down at the cracked bulletproof glass in front of him in surprise.

He asked the security guard to take out a gun, but he didn't ask him to shoot him!

If this large office had not been equipped with a lot of transparent bulletproof glass, the bullet aimed at his forehead would have killed him!

Feeling the threat of death, Wilson's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat, followed by extreme anger.

How dare this person...how dare to kill him?!

"Who are you?!"

One word after another popped out of Wilson's mouth through gritted teeth, followed by a strong killing intent.

47 threw away the pistol with regret on his face:

"The building blueprints don't say you installed bulletproof glass.

This time, my information was wrong.

As for who I am? I'm just a nobody.

Goodbye then, Mr. Wilson."

47 clearly understood that it would take a lot of time for Wilson to come out of the room full of bulletproof glass and chase him.

So he calmly stepped back into the elevator and pressed the down button.

In fact, he dismantled the upper cover of the elevator and climbed back to the top of the elevator next to the floor along the lubricating cable.

Then began to wait silently.

It stands to reason that an ordinary killer would definitely retreat if he missed a hit.

But obviously, 47 is not an ordinary killer. He is a top killer who is not recorded in the files and has a 100% mission completion rate!

None of the difficult targets he sets his sights on can escape his assassination.

What's more, like this time, it's not often that the security around Wilson is as fragile as paper.

And more importantly, he believed that Duwei would kill Wilson no matter what, so if he failed, then Duwei would definitely have other ways to kill Wilson.

If he misses this time, one of his achievements will be missing.

Soon he heard the sound of the elevator running again, but it was not the elevator under him, but another upward elevator.

47's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, someone is coming?

…

Wilson, who was about to catch Springtail 47, also noticed the ascending elevator.

Wilson, who had been assassinated by 47, expressionlessly picked up a pump-action shotgun and fired at the elevator that didn't open the door.

It wasn't until the deformed elevator door slowly opened that Wilson realized he had been deceived.

Because this is an empty car!

What about people?

As soon as Wilson realized this, he felt a strong blast of wind coming from behind his head.

Wilson fell to the ground immediately after receiving a powerful blow. When he got up, the first thing he saw was the white skull.

It was as if the God of Death was sending an invitation to him.

Wilson stretched out the back of his hand to wipe the blood from his mouth and said with a smile:

"Yo yo yo, it's you, the Punisher.

It's a pity that you just missed your only chance to kill me."

Uncle Punishment walked forward again in silence, waving his fist.

He didn't want to understand the villain in front of him so easily.

He wanted the villain in front of him to feel the malice from the world like Billy Russell before he died.

The pain is nothing compared to the people they killed.

But even so, he still wants to let these villains feel the fear of death approaching!

The two men, who had already fought each other before, soon began to fight hand-to-hand with fists and fists.

Hearing the dull sound of beating coming from outside, 47, who was still squatting on the car, clicked his tongue in surprise.

Putting aside everything else, the strength and defense of the two people fighting outside are the best in the world.

It's a pity that these tyrannical bodies will still be torn apart in the face of bullets.

In silence, 47 reassembled the 'Silver Dancer' that had been dismantled into parts.

Since they want to fight, let them fight happily.

When it was almost done, he would go out and end Wilson's life.

Also waiting for the outcome between the two is the Duwei trio who are already in the monitoring room.

When they saw Uncle Punishment appear and trade injuries with Wilson, the eyes of the two women, who had seen Uncle Punishment's desperate fighting style for the first time, jumped wildly.

They finally knew why Du Wei wanted to ask Uncle Punishment for advice.

This desperate fighting style is indeed very strong, but there is a very important prerequisite, that is, the body's ability to withstand blows is better.

However... although Du Wei looks thin and weak, he is indeed very durable.

Putting it this way, it makes sense to ask Uncle Punishment for advice.

"Are we just going to let them fight like this? Do we want to take action?"

Du Wei shook his head:

"No, they can handle this."

"them?"

Genmei keenly noticed Du Wei's choice of words.

"Yes, 47 should be here too, look here.

There are cracks appearing in mid-air here, indicating the existence of bulletproof glass.

So before Uncle Punishment appeared, 47 had already attempted a wave of assassinations.

As long as Wilson is not dead, 47 will not leave here.

Since Wilson has such difficulty dealing with one person, when 47 finds the opportunity to join the battlefield, Wilson will not be far from death.

We just have to make sure Wilson can't escape from here."

Hearing Du Wei's explanation, Genmei nodded and said nothing, looking back at the two men on the surveillance camera who were full of male hormones.

The banging sound made by the punches that were heavier than the previous ones were really frightening.

With Genmei and Xiao's small bodies, they might not be able to stand up after being punched.

Suddenly, the elevator door on the side quietly opened a crack.

The two people in the fierce battle did not notice this small detail.

Only Genmei and Xiao, who were in charge of the overall situation in the monitoring room and were reminded by Du Wei, noticed this situation.

"Aren't I dazzled? Is there a gap in the elevator door just now?"

Xiao looked at the screen intently and then said:

"No, you are not dazzled, it seems that 47 has been hiding near the elevator.

It looks like the endgame has now been reached.”

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