Marvel's Mulgore Inn

Chapter 44 Number one on the list and threats

The earth-shattering loud noise did not wake up Kausi who was sleeping - the expensive sound insulation material in the room blocked the outside sound very well.

But the whole hotel was shaking, which made him jump up in fright and stare out the window.

"An earthquake?"

When I opened the window, it was still early and it was quiet outside. There were only a few rude guys sticking their heads out of the window cursing and shooting at the outside with submachine guns.

There were no sirens, no ambulances, and no commotion like an earthquake.

"What happened?" Kausu thought for a while and decided to go downstairs to take a look.

Wearing pajamas and slippers, I just walked to the stairs when I saw a huge figure sitting on the high chair in front of the counter - Kingpin!

The boss and the lobby manager were both absent, so Jiali naturally took over the role of waiter. She was holding a large bottle of morning dew wine and pouring it into a glass, and said uneasily: "This glass of wine is twenty yuan...

…”

Very good! You are worthy of being the young apprentice brought out by my uncle Bloodhoof! A glass of morning dew wine is priced at ten dollars. Seeing that the other party is either rich or expensive, no matter what his background is, he will sit down and raise the price, whether he likes to drink or not.

Jin didn't mind the price of the drink. He put down a bill on the counter and picked up the glass. The glass was as small as oral liquid in his big hands, which made little Carrie worried that he would not even take the glass with him.

Throw it carefully down your throat.

A gang leader actually owns a chemical factory? Kausi suddenly understood why the gangs of considerable scale in the movie have their own chemical factories and docks. Needless to say, it must be to reduce the cost of drug production, or to use

Let's do something else...

Having been in the arms smuggling business for half his life, Russian arms dealer Alexey would have lost his pants if his arms warehouse caught fire so easily. Not to mention the insurance...

Just when Kaus was feeling very emotional, Frank came down from upstairs.

The cell phone rang, and Jin Bin answered the phone, his smile immediately blooming without any scruples.

Well, when Matt Murdock or Frank Castle wants to kill you in the future, I will definitely protect you once - this is the treatment you deserve!

But Jin Bin's "sincerity" was not just that. He waved his hand, and several people in black suits walked in, each carrying a suitcase in their hands.

"Hey, good morning, Kaus!"

The Punisher's wife, children, and children died at the hands of gangsters. Although it had nothing to do with Kingpin, Punisher's anti-heroic style must have had a very serious conflict with Kingpin. Both of them are the ceiling of the human body. It seems that both of them are

Didn't take advantage.

"Sulfuric acid will be passivated when it encounters certain metals. Instead..." Kausu just answered half a sentence, and suddenly understood the meaning of Jin Bin's words. He shook his head helplessly, "Wilson, I he

Mom doesn’t want you to kill people and mutilate corpses, but she wants you to use acid on that damn metal door!”

——So he buried a large amount of explosives at several predicted locations, and then detonated them directly, regardless of the various underground sewers, cables and other underground projects.

Kingpin put down the phone, and the next sentence made Kausi narrow his eyes, "But none of us can get close to it. Whenever we approach the gate, we will feel extremely scared..."

No wonder Kingpin, a fat pig, could become the underground emperor of New York. With his skill and bold style, he deserves to become bigger and stronger!

"Okay!" Kingpin's expression didn't change at all, he just shrugged slightly regretfully. He said mockingly to Kausi, "This is a good sign. Frank didn't pull out his gun on the spot, nor did he curse."

You son of a bitch, I think this is already a very big improvement!"

"Oh, it's nothing serious. It's just that one of Alexei's underground warehouses caught fire and was bombed. The insurance paid him $500,000."

"Try using a bazooka?"

After getting the hint, Kingpin happily left the hotel with his men, but not long after, Matt Murdock walked in dejectedly.

"Erica said that you have a special preference for a certain brand of cigarettes, so please accept these!"

"Good morning, Wilson!" Cowus walked down the stairs and looked outside curiously, "What happened? Was there an earthquake in New York?"

Kingpin laughed and asked tentatively: "Is there any other way?"

"Who says I don't take him seriously? What I need is money!" Kausi complained secretly, pretending to be careless but actually collecting the check quickly, not forgetting to glance at the number on the check.

"This is your information fee!" Jinpin took out a check and put it on the counter. "Kaus, I know you are a very thoughtful guy. Maybe you won't take this money seriously, but this

You deserve it..."

"Isn't nitric acid bad?" Kingpin asked in a consultative tone, "We usually use sulfuric acid!"

"Who knows? I only know that he has the nickname 'Ivan the Terrible', which comes from the former Soviet Union."

"Dig around?" Kaus suggested. "Is the entire room made of metal? Maybe you will find some cracks, or blank walls...and get some nitric acid by the way!"

"I seem to smell Kingpin's scent..."

The boss is grand! The boss is open and bright!

"Aha, I happen to have a chemical factory. I can produce enough hydrofluoric acid by slightly adjusting the process and raw materials!" Kingpin suddenly became interested, "I can guarantee that it is more effective than nitric acid!"

Hmm? Insurance?

The boxes were opened one by one, and hundreds of Yellow Crane Tower 1916s were placed everywhere.

In short, his steps are "quite big."

Kausi looked at Kingpin with a smile and said nothing.

"This guy is very promising!" Kingpin asked with great interest, "Who is he?"

...Okay, none of this is any of my business!

"Good news, we used explosives to 'dig' a ​​hole and found a large iron door!"

"Fuck! Five hundred thousand?"

Which insurance company is so bold? It even dares to insure arms warehouses?

Kausu, who had just woken up, finally came to his senses. What kind of insurance compensation of five hundred thousand? Looking at the smile on Kingpin's face, it must be at least fifty tons of explosives, right?

Reminiscent of yesterday's ridicule and encouragement to Jin Bin, no need to ask, the underworld boss actually listened to it, and carried out "more in-depth" activities very "imaginatively".

Kausi, who finally took the time to brush his teeth and wash his face during the break, looked helpless, "I think you should change your nickname to Night Devil Dog. A dog's nose is not as sensitive as yours - are you injured, Matt?"

"

"Tried it!"

"Frank, we have a business..." Kingpin came up to him and stretched out his big hand to shake hands with the Punisher. But Frank passed by without looking back and ignored Kingpin.

——The more you talk, the more outrageous it becomes.

Knowing that only the Iron Fist that inherits the power of the Dragon can open the door, Kausu has no intention of dealing with the "weakest Iron Fist in history" who is not very innocent. What's more, at this point in time, Danny Rand is still unknown.

Did he return after completing his studies? He thought for a while and said, "Someone said, 'There is no problem that cannot be solved by explosion. If there is, it must be that the yield is not enough.'"

"I was beaten up by my teacher!" Murdock looked frustrated. "He killed all the ninjas stationed in the Hand. After that, in order to hold him back, I had to fight with him. I promised you

, keep teachers away from Beverly Hills.”

Kausu said nothing, but motioned to Carrie to take out the remaining morning dew wine.

"Bring this thing to that old guy!" He took out a bag containing two severed hands from the corner of the counter. "Tell him not to come to New York to cause trouble. The next time you meet him, the one who attacks him will not be silent.

Doc, but Frank Custer or—me!”

"Is this a threat?" A tall, thin old man walked in with an imposing manner, leaning on a stick.

(End of chapter)