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"An underground base for the production of illegal drugs."

Matt made a quick judgment. He had destroyed many such bases, and he was very familiar with the smell here.

He planned to look for clues to determine what happened here.

But before he could take action, he heard the harsh sound of brakes outside.

A group of heavily armed men jumped out of the pickup truck, and Kingpin's confidant James Weasley sat in another car and gave the order.

"Get rid of this place."

These big and thick men, their methods of dealing with traces are as rough as their appearance.

Hefting the rocket launcher from the back of the pickup truck, these strong men pointed the trigger at the house!

The recoil of the rocket launcher acted on the strong man's body. The fat on his body piled up in layers, and the white smoke rockets penetrated fiercely into the house.

With a "boom", the entire house was blown up into the sky.

"continue."

Weasley ordered, he didn't care if it was too loud, for him, what does loudness mean?

The people of Hell's Kitchen know how to survive.

If an explosion occurs at night, they will not come out to join in the fun.

What's more important is that in Hell's Kitchen, even the police will cover up this matter.

Here, no one wants to cause trouble for themselves.

Except for those perverts in tight clothes.

Looking at the razed building, Weasley contacted his boss.

"Boss, it has been razed."

"Very well, come back and remember to get rid of those annoying flies."

"Of course, my boss."

Weasley sat in the car without even rolling down the window. He drove away from here, and the strong men packed up their weapons and dispersed and disappeared into Hell's Kitchen.

This huge noise completely woke up the people nearby, as well as the vigilantes here, but when they arrived, all they saw was the charred building.

There is also a Daredevil struggling to climb up among the ruins.

…

Kingpin stood in his office. His office was very high. This fat man who looked obese to others was holding a cane in his hand and listening to Leslie's report behind him.

"Are you saying that Mrs. Gao's territory has been completely taken over? Are you sure it was Mason who did it?"

"Looking at the traces of action, only Mason's people can and will do this."

Leslie said, and Kingpin pondered for a moment and asked, "No evidence?"

"No evidence."

Weasley had followed Kingpin for many years and was very familiar with his boss. When he heard him ask this question, he knew what he planned to do.

He wanted to use the police and the courts to send Clausewitz to prison.

But this is impossible.

The Clausewitz family has a complete team of lawyers. Even if there is evidence, the district attorney does not want to go up against a rich man of this level. The district attorney does not want to see a protracted lawsuit, and their lawyers are not public welfare.

Lawyers generate electricity through love.

The fees charged by district attorneys are not low either.

The district inspection department will not do thankless things.

Kingpin heard his deputy's words and twitched his lips as a smile. Of course he knew it was unreliable.

He had other plans.

"Leak the news," Kingpin said, returning to his large office chair: "Let those little masked flies explore, let's see, what kind of monster is hiding in that mental hospital?

Bringing Bullseye back from the outside, I think it's time for him to take action."

Kingpin withdrew his gaze and watched Weasley walk out of the office.

Weasley is an excellent employee, and he always knows his boss's intentions very accurately.

He still has some experience in guiding those annoying flies to pester Mason.

It's just a few old words, plus his nationality.

Concentration camp.

Nazi.

Maybe add a war fanatic to the mix?

No matter what, as long as you grasp the pulse of these masked flies, you can drive them, like sharks that have smelled the scent, to rush forward viciously and bite their opponents.

This is not a difficult thing.

And there are many people like him who are paying attention to this matter.

For example, the other fingers of the Hand.

Also, the young heir to the Rand Corporation.

There are more people hiding in the darkness.

Or, NYPD.

Their eyes looked into the distance, toward the suburbs of New York, the desolate mental hospital.

That place where it is said that people can be eaten.

…

In that dangerous mental hospital, Mason patiently washed the large bowl in his hand, pressed the alarm, and closed the door.

Time is up.

He walked to Area F, where the large iron gate reflected cold light under the rising sun.

The door opened, and Mason walked into this area alone, and saw Erica squatting on the ground, as helpless as a little girl.

He ignored the helpless little girl. After entering the church, he flicked the water in the fish tank onto her body again.

There is no trace of guilt left in her body.

Mason opened the door to Area F, pointed at her and said, "Thanks for your patronage, you can leave."

Erica cried bitterly, she was on the verge of collapse.

She is not a born Hand killer, she is the daughter of a Greek diplomat, and she once wanted to be a vigilante, just like her ex-boyfriend Matt.

But now, Matt has become Daredevil, but she has become a killer of the Hand!

She betrayed her original self and gave herself over to evil.

Mason looked down at Erica and knew that her spiritual pillar had collapsed. At this time, she needed a new ideal and belief.

"Hi, hello, just to refresh my memory, my name is Mason, Mason, Little Crowtzville.

We happen to be short of someone here, and I think you are a good fit. I wonder if you would like to join us?"

Mason squatted next to Erica and stuffed a candy into his mouth. The facial features on his face suddenly came together, which was very painful.

It was as if there was a sour plum in his mouth.

But to be honest, the taste of the two is almost the same. The blue and rare quality [Siren's Throat Lozenge] is one of the few witchcraft works that he can produce.

It has a strong bewitching effect, and the effect is related to the quality of the finished product.

It is effective for both men and women.

This sweet and sour Mason felt that his mouth felt like needles pricking him, but he had already suffered the pain, and now he had to move his mouth.

Erica is not a sinner.

She's not bad to the core yet.

She had also performed heroic acts, but her methods were a little crueler. From Mason's point of view, these were not problems. What he had to do now was to lead Erica in his direction.

Be a kindred spirit with him.

If we go down this path, we can have small differences, but we must not make any mistakes in the general direction. This is his path.

Those are the six words.

"Everyone who is guilty must be punished."

Mason put his mouth under the faucet without caring about the image to dilute the sour taste in his mouth, while Erica followed this person with a little curiosity.

She didn't expect that she would be convinced so quickly.

She just felt that the person in front of her seemed to be her guiding light.

Every word he said struck a chord in her heart, as if he knew what she was thinking.

Touch her heartstrings and leave a deep impression on her.

There is no doubt that there is a missing piece in her heart. This piece belongs to the family and to her father. Her brother filled this gap in the past.

Now the figure in his heart seemed to have quietly changed into Mason.

She followed Mason and felt that she had found the direction of life again. Life is not about fighting and killing, life is about world peace!

She was determined to follow in the footsteps of the young man in front of her.

But before that, she suddenly grasped the two swords at her waist, turned her head, and crossed her arms on guard!

This is an ordinary room in Area D, with its own bathroom and open door.

At the door, a man wearing a caregiver's clothes looked inside.

Erica frowned subconsciously, becoming wary.

She is not deaf. It is impossible for ordinary people to touch her behind so easily?

who is he?