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Three seconds after the clown Ailin's pen left the notebook.

On the slightly yellowed paper of the [Question Notebook], a line of delicate handwriting appeared word by word.

It looked as if someone had written down the answer to Ailin's question on this paper with a pen across time and space.

"Central Hall Westminster, London, England!"

? ? ? ? ?

Looking at the handwriting on the [Question Notebook], several rows of question marks seemed to appear on Ailin's forehead.

Almost subconsciously.

Ailin used divination to confirm whether the news was accurate.

"Is Alexander Pierce in Central Hall Westminster, London, England?"

"Is Alexander Pierce..."

Ailin, the clown, who got the same answer seven times in a row, looked at the line of handwriting on the [Question Notebook] and couldn't help but sighed slightly.

Good guy.

Could this Alexander Pierce have the ability to predict the future?

Just when I wanted to have a good talk with him, he crossed half the world and appeared on the other side of the earth.

Even if Ailin booked the nearest flight to London, England, it would take most of the day to fly to London.

And if Ailin the clown really waited for Ailin to arrive in London, England, he might have flown to some corner again.

I don't have time to play hide-and-seek with him!

No wonder he has been able to make the declining Hydra flourish over the years, and even became the director of SHIELD, eroding SHIELD into SHIELD.

And as a spy chief, he was able to safely resign from the post of spy chief alive.

I have to say that Alexander Pierce is really good.

Let's not talk about anything else.

Alexander Pierce's passive skill of dodging is simply maxed out!

Because of the distance, plus some uncertain factors.

Ailin the clown had some helplessness and temporarily put aside the idea of ​​going to talk to Alexander Pierce, the creditor.

Since I can't talk to Alexander Pierce, the biggest creditor.

Then change the creditor!

Among the group of people who besieged me before.

In addition to the agents sent by Hydra, there are also those hotshots under Kingpin.

Alexander Pierce ran too fast, and I couldn't find him for the time being. Kingpin, known as the underground emperor of New York, wouldn't run away at this time!

Just when the clown Ailin wanted to write down Kingpin's name in the [Question Notebook] so that the [Question Notebook] could tell me where Kingpin was.

Such a question appeared on the slightly yellowed [Question Notebook].

"If you are going to die in three seconds, what is the one thing you want to do most in the last three seconds of your life?"

The clown Ailin wrote this sentence in the notebook without hesitation.

"Clear the browsing history of your phone!"

The answer of the clown Ailin seemed to make the [Question Notebook] stunned for a while.

After a long while.

The handwriting on the notebook slowly disappeared?

"Is that all?"

Clown Ailin looked at the notebook that had become "brand new" after the handwriting disappeared, and seemed a little surprised at the mild side effects of this [Question Notebook].

Not challenging at all.

After curling his lips, clown Ailin did not waste time.

He simply wrote down the second question in the notebook.

"Where is Wilson Fisk, the underground emperor of New York, known as 'Kingpin', now?"

After writing the second question, Ailin touched his mobile phone and put it back in his pocket.

Same as before.

Three seconds after Ailin's pen tip left the notebook.

A line of handwriting appeared again on the slightly yellowed paper of the [Question Notebook].

It clearly marked the current location of Kingpin.

"Fisk Building in Hell's Kitchen, underground three floors!"

Fisk Building!

Having been in Hell's Kitchen for so long, Ailin certainly would not be unaware of the famous Fisk Building in Hell's Kitchen.

Fisk Building is located on the edge of Hell's Kitchen.

It is the tallest building in Hell's Kitchen and also one of Kingpin's efforts.

This is not only a symbol of Jin Bing's status in Hell's Kitchen, but also the Fisk Building on the edge of Hell's Kitchen, which also indicates Jin Bing's ambition to be based in Hell's Kitchen but look forward to other areas of New York.

Jin Bing, who dominated Hell's Kitchen and had not yet extended his tentacles to the whole of New York, would stay in this building that he built as his base for most of the month.

However.

As Jin Bing's business grew bigger and bigger, his black empire began to dominate the whole of New York, and the conflict between Jin Bing's black empire and other gangs in New York became more and more intense.

Those large gangs who were unwilling to see Jin Bing's rise, or worried about being suppressed by the other party after Jin Bing's rise.

All launched a desperate counterattack against Jin Bing.

During that time.

Jin Bing encountered dozens of assassinations while staying in Fisk Building.

There was even one time when an arms dealer who was engaged in arms smuggling business disguised himself as a cleaner and installed several powerful bombs in Fisk Building.

If Jin Bing hadn't noticed something wrong.

He prevented the explosion from happening.

It was estimated that Kingpin would be blown up into the sky along with the Fisk Building.

Since then, Jin Bin's whereabouts have become even more hidden.

He even rarely appears in the Fisk Building, which he built as his base camp.

Basically, agent Felix Manning would handle any matter, while he himself would hide in the dark and watch everything silently.

And this time.

Jin Bin, who was supposed to be hidden elsewhere, appeared in the Fisk Building.

Clown Aylin once again used divination to confirm that Kingpin was in Fisk Tower, and a thought flashed through his mind.

"A coincidence, or is Kingpin, who is rumored to rarely appear in Fisk Tower, actually secretly staying in Fisk Tower?"

"Is the most dangerous place the safest place?"

"Is this Jin Bin well versed in military theory?"

"However, this is convenient for me, so I don't have to go looking for someone everywhere..."

After giving the answer.

On the [Question Notebook], a question appeared again.

"If you were to die in three seconds, in the last three seconds of your life, would you choose to delete the records on your phone or delete the data on your computer's hard drive?"

Facing another question from the [Question Notebook], the clown Aylin showed a disdainful sneer on his face.

Is there still a choice to be made on this issue?

If it were me, of course I would choose to delete the study materials on my computer.

When the clown Aylin wrote his answer.

Suddenly there was a question mark "?" under his answer.

"Why?"

As if feeling the doubts in the question notebook, the clown Aylin calmly wrote in the notebook: "Is there still a need to choose?"

"Before you asked this question, I formatted my phone. Now there is no browsing history on this broken phone. In this case, I didn't choose to delete the study materials on the computer hard drive. Am I stupid?"

After mocking [Question Notebook].

Clown Aylin wrote in his notebook again: "I only asked two questions, but answered three of your questions, so now, you owe me one question."

[Question Notebook]: "·······"

a long time.

A slightly twisted word "good" appeared on the [Question Notebook].

After a long while, the twisted word "good" gradually faded and then disappeared.

With a sound of "Pa!", the clown Aylin closed the [Question Notebook] with some disdain, which was not very effective in combat.

Saying good things can easily lead to social death, but why don't you answer the questions that don't work?

That's it?

Clown Aylin shook his head and received the [Question Notebook] into the [Ring of Greed].

The previous owner of this [Question Notebook] was not good at all. At first glance, he looked like an honest person.

Such a simple question can kill society.

It seems that I have to find some time to train this [Question Notebook] and let it understand the dangers of this world.

otherwise.

If it keeps asking stupid questions in the future, won't it make me look stupid as the master?

The location of the Fisk Building is still very high.

Therefore, Aylin almost looked up and saw the tallest building in Hell's Kitchen.

"Well, since you have decided to deal with that guy Kingpin, let's make some preparations first!"

For example, let's borrow some ammunition first.

Aylin the Clown doesn’t want to perform any unprepared performance.

A few minutes later, when Aylin carrying a backpack walked out of a gang stronghold in Hell's Kitchen.

All the disgusting smells that filled that building had completely dissipated.

"What a pity! I originally wanted to ask you if you wanted to resist together."

············

Ten minutes later.

When the clown Aylin walked happily through an alley, he suddenly discovered that the long-legged beauty Irina who had helped him clean up was begging to a group of people in the alley.

"Davis, please give me back the money. It's Michael's surgery fee. If he doesn't do the surgery, he will die."

"I will make up for yesterday's commission tonight."

“One day, I just need one day of grace.”

In front of Elena, a tall, thin white man with a cold temperament pushed Elena down into the garbage pile next to him.

He ignored Elena's pleading at all, but said in an almost cold tone: "Rules are rules. In Hell's Kitchen, no one can violate the rules set by Kingpin."

"Yesterday you secretly hid the tip from the customer, which violated the rules of Hell's Kitchen."

"If it weren't for your first offense, we wouldn't just charge you a 'fine' ten times the amount of your hidden tip."

"But, Elena, Kingpin can only be kind once. If you do it again next time, it won't be something that money can solve."

As he said that, the tall and thin Davis glanced at Elena and said: "As for your good-for-nothing brother, why leave him to be tortured in the hospital? It's better to let him die. If there is no drag bottle, Maybe you will have an easier time in the future."

"No······"

After hearing this, Elena struggled to climb out of the garbage heap, hugged Davis's right leg with both hands and said: "No, Davis, please, please help me once. As long as you can save Michael, you will let me Whatever you do.”

Anything is fine.

After hearing this, the tall and thin Davis looked at Elena, who was gorgeous and dressed extremely hot and sexy, and a trace of desire flashed in his eyes unconsciously.

But when he was about to speak.

A cough came from behind him.

After hearing this cough that seemed to be a reminder.

Davis seemed to recall that his former companion had violated Jin Bing's rules because of his soft heart, which led to their boss personally going into battle and personally pulling out the beating heart from his chest.

After recalling the miserable state of that companion, Davis's desire that had just risen was instantly suppressed.

After quickly kicking Elena away, Davis followed the companions who were responsible for "collecting debts" and secretly supervising each other and left the alley together.

Only Elena, who was kicked to the ground and almost couldn't stand up due to pain, was left, looking at their backs leaving and wailing in despair.

"No..."

Listening to the wailing coming from the alley.

Several pedestrians passing by the alley glanced at it quickly, then looked away and went about their business.

Most of the people in Hell's Kitchen are illegal immigrants from all over the world, or some criminals who hide their identities, and a large number of gangsters.

In Hell's Kitchen, no one will pity the weak, and no one likes to meddle in other people's business.

Here.

Sympathy is an expensive luxury.

Looking at Elena, who was curled up and crying in the garbage dump, the clown Ailin thought of something, turned around, and walked towards the alley.

A few seconds later, he squatted in front of Elena, who was lying on the ground, and asked with a smile:

"Miss, are you free tonight?"

As he said that, the clown Ailin took off the clown mask he wore when he went out, revealing the face that had appeared in front of Elena before.

The exaggerated smile outlined by the paint seemed to be endowed with special emotions at this time, with a strong appeal, as if people would be amused when they saw it.

Hearing the voice, Elena subconsciously raised her head.

The next second, the familiar yet strange face came into her sight.

After a few seconds of confusion, Elena's face flashed with surprise.

"It's you..."

Before Elena could scream, the clown Ailin's gloved fingers pressed on Elena's pale lips.

"Shh!"

After making a silent gesture with his other hand at his mouth, the clown Ailin slowly released the fingers on Elena's lips.