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Everyone in the monitoring room could only see an imperceptible pause in Wilson's figure.

Then Uncle Punishment seized the opportunity and hit Wilson's fatal spot with several heavy punches.

No matter how high Wilson's muscle density was, he would still be unable to withstand multiple blows to his fatal part.

Feeling dizzy, he staggered back a few steps and then sat unsteadily on the ground. He belatedly looked at the crack of the closing elevator door.

There he saw a silver-coated silenced gun barrel slowly retracting into the darkness.

Wilson instantly understood that the 'unknown man' who came to assassinate him had never left.

The bold killer hid in the car and prepared for the second attack.

Now the killer finally got the chance to kill him.

The silent bullet tore through Wilson's defenses with precision and severely damaged his liver.

Although his liver was injured and he would not die immediately, he knew that the god of death had already reached out to him not far away.

Because the bullet created an instant cavity after entering his body, the wound inside his body was much larger than the bullet hole left on the surface of his skin.

In fact, he is currently losing blood rapidly due to the wounds in his body.

It's just that the blood flows inward into the abdominal cavity, so to the outside world he only looks slightly pale.

Little did he know that he would definitely die if he did not receive timely treatment.

It's a pity that Uncle Punishment will not give Wilson a chance to receive treatment.

When dealing with such evil people, Uncle Punishment is never the Holy Mother.

He wiped the blood from his broken lip, walked to Wilson and pulled up one of his thick arms.

Then he lifted his knees and smashed them down.

There was a click.

There was a heart-wrenching sound of bone cracking.

One of Wilson's arms has been violently broken by Uncle Punishment.

Wilson, who was sitting on the ground, looked even paler and could hold back the pain without making a sound.

He even said with a smile:

"When I was a little kid, my father said..."

But before Wilson could finish speaking, Uncle Punishment directly hit Wilson with an uppercut, sending him flying backwards.

"I'm not here to listen to your lectures.

As long as you are guilty, you deserve to die!"

Wilson, who got up from the ground again, raised his head and laughed:

"Guilty? You are not a judge, so why should you judge me guilty?

Besides, when it comes to crime, I am afraid that you, who has killed countless people, are the one who should be sent to trial the most.

So why don't you die?"

Uncle Punish was completely unmoved by Wilson's psychological offensive.

He directly grabbed Wilson's hair and lifted his head up, then locked his neck with his arms and gradually tightened it.

Looking at Wilson, whose face turned red due to suffocation, Uncle Punishment leaned close to his ear and whispered:

"If I die, then who will punish you?"

Wilson, who instinctively opened his mouth wide to breathe oxygen, had no time to reply. His consciousness was in a state of confusion, and he even had hallucinations before his eyes.

He saw his wife Vanessa, who was killed by his own hands, and his son Richard, who was assassinated by the enemy, standing not far away and looking at him with a smile.

They stretched out their hands to him, as if to bring him final liberation.

At this time, no hegemony, no high table, no twelve seats seemed to be as attractive as the hands they extended towards him.

But just when he was ready to let go of it all and go with his wife and son.

The hand that was clasping his neck suddenly loosened, and the long-lost oxygen was sucked in from Wilson's unconsciously widened mouth.

His wife and children who were standing not far away looked at him with regrets on their faces. As Wilson blinked, these illusions disappeared.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

There was a violent coughing sound, and Wilson didn't understand why Uncle Punishment would let him go when he was about to die.

But he soon learned that Uncle Punishment didn't let him go out of good intentions, he just didn't want him to die so soon.

The relief in his eyes was not what Uncle Punishment wanted to see.

Click.

The new arm was ruthlessly broken by Uncle Punishment.

Wilson was sweating from the pain, but he still wanted to pretend to be tough and taunted Uncle Punishment a few times.

He saw Uncle Punishment's big foot stepping heavily between his legs.

This scene made Wilson's eyes suddenly widen. Before he could say the words of rejection, Uncle Punishment's foot had already stepped down.

Bang!

It sounded like an egg being cracked.

A pain a hundred times more painful than childbirth traveled along the nerves and directly to Wilson's brain, which had just recovered.

The pain at this moment made Wilson scream in pain.

What's more important is that at this time, both his hands have been broken, and he can't even move to protect his crotch.

Now Wilson can only try his best to curl up his body into a shrimp state.

Looking at Wilson who finally showed his embarrassed posture, Uncle Punishment leaned over with satisfaction and said:

"Does it hurt? But it is a hundred times lighter for those who were killed by you.

For the rest of your life, just savor the remaining pain."

After finishing speaking, Uncle Punishment raised his foot again and crushed Wilson's two kneecaps.

But instead of giving Wilson the final say, he opened the elevator nearby and left directly.

For him, it would be a mercy to end Wilson now. A guy as bad as Wilson should die quietly here.

Although he didn't know who fired the crucial shot, it was obvious that Wilson, whose liver was damaged and his limbs were crippled, couldn't leave here.

There was no one alive here who could give Wilson first aid.

Wilson could only quietly savor the fear of approaching death while losing blood.

Seeing Uncle Punishment turning around and leaving, Genmei in the monitoring room couldn't help but frown:

"Why didn't he take action? As long as Wilson is not dead, any accident may happen at any time."

Xiao also echoed:

"That's right, if you don't see the target die with your own eyes, then you haven't completed the mission.

The Punisher's move is too inappropriate, so let me end Wilson's life to avoid future troubles."

Seeing that Genmei and Xiao were about to walk towards the door of the monitoring room, Du Wei, who was still spinning in circles on his chair, finally spoke.

"No need, although Uncle Punishment has his own reasons for doing things.

But killers are very reliable in their work.

So naturally someone will do the finishing work."

Killer?

Hearing these two words, Genmei and Xiao both stopped.

They will not forget that besides them, there is also a killer 47 who is so low-key that everyone will ignore it.

The fatal blow that just turned the tide of the battle was delivered by 47.

So 47 hasn’t left yet?

The two women's eyes immediately turned to the surveillance screen again.

I didn't know when Wilson had died with a painful expression on his face.

They actually missed the most critical final killing scene.

Just when they wanted to watch the surveillance in reverse, the door to the surveillance room that had been locked suddenly opened on its own.

Standing outside the door was a man wearing a bodyguard uniform, with a look of surprise on his face.

It seems that they can't figure out why outsiders appear in their internal monitoring room at this time.

For a moment, the control room was filled with a tense atmosphere.

After all, when Du Wei and the others came here, they didn't see the scene of 47's first attempt to assassinate Wilson.

So they didn't know that the guy in front of them disguised as a bodyguard was 47.

Only Du Wei noticed it.

Although 47's disguise was extremely successful this time, a real security guard would not freeze in place when a stranger breaks in. Instead, he would take various countermeasures.

A security guard with such poor psychological quality as the one in front of him is not worthy of working in Wilson's building.

This abnormal phenomenon made Du Wei realize that this guy was the one lurking in. 47.

But Du Wei didn't say anything. He wanted to know what this guy would do when he pretended not to recognize him.

Standing at the door, 47 glanced at Du Wei's calm eyes and knew that he had probably been recognized.

He simply stopped pretending and put away the surprised look on his face.

Then he reached out and grabbed the skin joint at the chin and pulled hard, and the facial features on the person's face immediately became distorted.

Then 47 took off the human leather hood with the wig, revealing an unusually cold face.

Then he looked at the stunned expressions of the two women in the monitoring room who were ready to draw their guns and said calmly:

"Speaking of which, Wilson isn't that hard to kill."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the room immediately relaxed.

This sentence made both women realize that the security guard in front of them was not a real security guard, but the killer who had already sneaked into the building and started killing. 47.

It was the first time that the two of them saw 47’s real face.

The guy in front of me with two rows of cyan tattoos on his bald head looks like merchandise displayed in a shopping mall.

However, the combination of 47’s facial features really fits people’s imagination of a cold-blooded killer.

If 47 did not change his disguise and used his current face to assassinate people, the success rate of the mission would probably be severely damaged.

Because such a prominent face will always be the subject of surveillance wherever it goes.

While the two women were looking at 47, Du Wei stretched out his hand and tapped on the keyboard, and finally pressed the Enter key and said:

"Okay, it's done, all monitoring has been deleted.

Wilson turned on the signal shielding, which helped us a lot.

At least we don’t have to worry about storing surveillance videos in the cloud.

Now all that's left is physical destruction.

Xiao, come and do what you are best at."

Seeing Du Wei pointing to the fire ax on one side, Xiao immediately smiled knowingly.

She is very good at physically destroying servers.

Xiao picked up the fire ax and started smashing it at the server beside him.

The crackling and splashing lightning was frightening to see.

"Hey, Xiao, can we unplug the power first and then cut it?"

Hearing this, Xiao grinned and struck the distribution box with an axe.

After a sudden short-circuit, the distribution box made a hissing sound, and the entire building fell into a tripping state.

Then the red emergency lights came on, illuminating everything like hell.

This scene made 47's eyes twitch slightly.

This woman was too violent. All she needed to do was pull the switch, but she actually chopped it with an axe.

This made 47, who values ​​silent art, feel uncomfortable all over.

If it were him, he would have thirty-six ways to quietly resolve this matter.

But the woman in front of him obviously had two different views on him.

Regardless of looking at it from another angle, the degree of freedom of this organization does seem to be as Du Wei said, and every member has enough freedom.

Duwei would never dictate their style of doing things, he would just let them develop as much as they wanted.

If you work for others, then meeting such a boss is obviously the most comfortable thing. If coupled with the high salary, it will be even more exciting.

But 47 really couldn't stand the sight in front of him that was contrary to his aesthetics.

47, who felt itchy all over his body, could only look at Du Wei, who seemed not to be surprised.

"Duwei, I have fulfilled my promise, now it's your turn."

Du Wei pointed to the soles of his feet:

"Shall we say it here? Or wait until we return to the base?"

47 glanced at Xiao who was getting more and more excited as he chopped. Listening to the sound of the server breaking in his ears, he finally sighed and said:

"I'll wait for you at the base."

After finishing speaking, 47 put on the hood again, returned to his ordinary security appearance and walked out of the door.

But before walking out of the door, 47 suddenly paused, then turned around and asked:

"How did you find out it was me? Can't there really be someone who slipped through the cracks in this building?"

Du Wei smiled and replied:

"To see whether a person fits the clothes he is wearing, it is not about the expression on his face but what he does.

How could a person who worked as a security guard under Wilson, who was known for his cruelty, be so frightened by the scene in front of him that he froze in place for so long?

If it were a real security guard in this building, after discovering that all his companions had lost contact, he would kill the stranger intruder immediately."

After hearing Du Wei's explanation, 47 finally understood what he had missed.

His performance would be normal in any office building.

Because the security guards there are just waiting to die, how many people in this world would be so mad as to break into an office building and massacre them.

Bullying adults is obviously not as easy as bullying children.

In a beautiful country, the probability of school shootings is much higher than that of office building shootings.

Therefore, it is true that the salted fish security guards in office buildings would freeze on the spot when they see a strange intruder, but such security guards cannot catch Wilson's eye.

Which of the security guards working here is not from the streets and is a fierce and courageous guy?

When you encounter a strange intruder, you may immediately draw a gun and shoot.

But because he recognized Du Wei, he naturally couldn't draw a gun and shoot, so there was a flaw here.

47, who understood the loophole, shrugged:

"Okay, next time, I will be more perfect."

Du Wei looked at 47's retreating back and said with a smile:

"I believe you can do it. Would you like to try women's clothing next time?"

47 seemed to stumble upon hearing the word "women's clothing" and then left without looking back.

Xiao, who was destroying the server, also came to an end.

After all, this is not a large computer room for artificial intelligence. It is just a small monitoring room in the building.

It doesn't take long to destroy the server where the data is stored here.

Seeing that the area was almost destroyed, Du Wei directly set a fire to set it on fire.

Finally, he took the two women out of the burning building.

As expected, Wilson's body will be devoured by the growing fire.

Since then, a legend in Hell's Kitchen has come to an end.

People in the future will only remember that today there were unexplained fires all over Hell's Kitchen.

But what they don't know is that in this raging fire, a new king has already risen.

…

The King of Bowery Street, who exchanged revenge for Elijah, looked at the burning Hell's Kitchen with hesitation in his eyes.

Is it really a good choice to give up all of New York in exchange for all-out revenge with Elijah's help?

After all, Elijah is still nominally a subordinate of the Blood Hand faction. Will he really rebel against the High Table?

Seeing the one-sided situation in Hell's Kitchen, the King of Bowery couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.

He quietly called Earl to come to him and whispered a few words to him.

Earl nodded and quickly understood, saying that he would pass on the King of Bowery Street's order.

The King of Bowery narrowed his eyes and felt very satisfied when he saw that the goal of the operation had changed from annihilating the enemy's effective forces to occupying enough territory for the homeless people.

He suddenly thought of something.

That is, he has become the King of New York, and Elijah should unconditionally support his revenge.

Therefore, he does not need to give up the hot cake of Hell's Kitchen at all.

Unfortunately, what he didn't know was that Elijah had long known that the King of Bowery would definitely renege on his promise under the temptation of the throne.

Although this guy is really determined to fight against the high table, he can't help it when the power at his fingertips is placed in front of the King of Bowery Street.

It can be said that the throne is the weakness of the King of Bowery Street.

But the group of homeless people most loyal to the King of Bowery were at the forefront.

Right now, the homeless people responsible for occupying the territory are not truly homeless.

Elijah had already bought a house for them to live in for a lifetime and a considerable amount of living expenses.

These things were enough to turn them against Elijah.

So when the sun in the east first showed its morning light, Elijah looked at the King of Bowery Street walking towards him with a spring breeze on his face, and Elijah also greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Elijah, we win!"

"Yes, King of Bowery, we win."

"Then Hell's Kitchen is ours now!"

"Yes, Hell's Kitchen is ours."

After a simple verbal celebration, the King of Bowery took things in the direction he wanted.

"What about Du Wei, where is Du Wei?

I remember back then, did Du Wei say that whoever occupies the most territory will be the future King of New York?"

Elijah smiled slightly:

"But that's not what you said when I rescued you from the Hudson River."

The King of Bowery waved his hand, and a deformed smile appeared on his disfigured face:

"Hey, one code equals one code, whichever agreement comes first will be executed first.

If I am lucky enough to have a little more territory than you, then you will definitely be the second King of New York.

This can be regarded as fulfilling my promise."

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