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New York City!

With the funding of major companies in place, the plan to rebuild New York has begun.

The Yuanyue Group was born out of nowhere.

Taking over the entire Hell's Kitchen can be described as powerful, which naturally attracted the attention of many New Yorkers.

For ordinary New York residents, Yuanyue Group seems to be a very powerful gourmet company.

For what Yuanyue Group called out, Hell's Kitchen will be completely remodeled to create a world-class gourmet sanctuary.

This is full of unconstrained ideas, and many New Yorkers are watching the excitement.

However, for some not so ordinary New Yorkers.

Whether this Yuanyue Group can bring them benefits, or whether it hinders them.

Whether to go up to find some trouble, to find some lucrative water, is what these bastards have to consider.

But for now, no one dares to go up and ask for trouble.

Because, I heard some gossip.

Behind the Yuanyue Group, there is a stake in Wilson Fisker!

Wilson Fisk? !

The famous Jin Bing!

As long as you get a little gray and black in New York and want to get some sideways, there is no one who doesn't know the legend of this dark emperor.

but……

Everyone calls him Mr. Wilson now! !

Representative of Manhattan philanthropists, great entrepreneurs, initiator of Manhattan Reconstruction Project, good-natured Mr. Wilson!

It is said that at a charity gala, someone called him a muscular fat man, and Mr. Wilson just smiled kindly.

She didn't mean to be angry at all, and drank red wine with the other party in a friendly manner.

The high-level people in Manhattan at the scene all smiled harmoniously, and the scene can be described as friendly.

Like, in the rumors on the streets of Manhattan, Mr. Wilson has a psychotic killer around him? !

It doesn't exist at all!

Anyway, in the recent support statistics of Manhattan citizens, Mr. Wilson, who is enthusiastic about charity, ranks first, and everyone likes him very much.

Oh, right!

It's just a pity that the gentleman who drank red wine seemed to be overwhelmed.

It was unfortunate that the whole family fell into the Manhattan River when the banquet was over.

However, it is obvious that no one pays attention to such trivial matters, isn't it? !

...

now.

Somewhere in Manhattan.

In the office, the bulky, muscular fat man filled the entire high-end sofa.

Wilson Fisk.

"Tsk!"

After tasting the red wine in his hand, he swung the goblet.

It's been a pretty good time for Wilson lately.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, Manhattan at this time has become a large construction site.

There are reconstruction projects everywhere, and most of them are led by Wilson.

During his many years of dark career, the accumulated wealth finally came into play.

With Wilson leading the way, coupled with those wealthy people in Manhattan, a reborn Manhattan area is being established.

And when the construction of the new Manhattan area is completed, Mr. Wilson will officially step onto the stage.

"Warron!"

"This is all thanks to you!"

A smile formed on Wilson's lips.

A daring mafia boss kidnaps a famous playboy to kick off a wild night in New York.

However, that night, half of New York, including Manhattan, ceased to exist.

The original sin is wiped out in it.

And the new Manhattan is a brand new blank paper, which can be smeared by Wilson.

"Mafia organization!"

"I will thank you very much!"

However.

Walloon has done Wilson such a favor.

But this seemingly muscular, most unusually clever underground ruler of New York.

He doesn't intend to let the mafia go.

because.

In Wilson's eyes, Walloon, who caused chaos in New York, was too crazy.

That kind of temperament, that kind of reckless and contemptuous aura, is even more intolerable to Wilson.

Valon must die!

From the live broadcast that night, Wilson made this determination.

The terrifying Jin Bing, what has been determined cannot be changed no matter what.

In fact.

After the Battle of New York, the first time!

In the unknown underground dark web, a reward of 50 million US dollars is offered!

Mr. Wilson, who is gentle on the surface, called for killers from all over the world. He wants the head of Walloon!

...

"Jingle Bell!"

The phone on the desk rang.

It's Wilson's little secretary, and it seems that he has something to do.

"Mr. Wilson, the charity evening you had planned."

"It will be held in 1 hour and 45 minutes, the car is ready, you should..."

"I see."

Not knowing what to think of, a slight smile slowly appeared on Wilson's face.

Hell's Kitchen was destroyed.

What was then turned into ruins and dissipated was the black history belonging to Mr. Wilson.

The Dark Emperor of the Underworld? !

The shadow of crime hanging over New York? !

No, it's too dark!

Mr. Wilson needs a more sunny unfolding!

Now!

Wilson Fisk, he's the best philanthropist in Manhattan.

The most responsible and most beloved big business man in Manhattan.

At the same time, he is a powerful candidate for the next mayor of New York City!

Could there be a better plot development than this? !

"Gangsters, now it can be as simple as doing business."

"The next mayor should be Jin Bin!"

It's just what he said most often.

And now.

"call!"

The smoke ring of the cigar exhaled from his mouth.

A better tomorrow seems to be just around the corner.

"Buzz!"

Just when Mr. Wilson was complacent.

It sounded suddenly.

It's his personal phone.

"Um?!"

Wilson frowned slightly.

"Bleeding, what's the matter?!"

Bloodshed!

Original name, Wendell Dickinson!

New York City, Manhattan native!

He's got a great suit of armor for killing people, and he's a career criminal!

Just like a bullseye, he is also a thug raised by Jin Bing!

"Boss!"

"Another warehouse in Hell's Kitchen has been bombed!"

It was bad news, which obviously affected Wilson's good mood.

"The warehouse exploded?!"

"Speak slowly, don't worry!"

"Also, Hell's Kitchen is gone, where will be Yuanyue Food City in the future, I remember the name!"

"Also, what did the Pengelie family say about this matter?!"

Wilson was nestled on the sofa with a bear-like posture, and his low tone was like the prelude to the eruption of the forest.

With Jin Bing in New York's underground kingdom, as long as he wants, he can still learn about some inside stories about the Battle of New York.

The strength of the Pengo Lie family, Jin does not know a little bit!

Although they haven't met their leader, that is, the Judaimu, as a powerful mafia, Wilson believes that there is a possibility for them to cooperate.

Gangsters are like business.

As long as there are benefits to be gained, Wilson, who is now laundering in Manhattan, can reach some friendly agreements.

However, like those gossip rumors.

The establishment of the Totsuki Group included Nakiri Senzaemon, the old man who originally had some capital in the Totsuki Academy.

At the same time, Li Baoen revealed a part of the heritage of the Pengelie family.

However, the other part does not have a large proportion of shares, but Wilson did spend a lot of money.

And, he doesn't want Hell's Kitchen anymore.

If Manhattan is the stronghold of Wilson's subterranean kingdom, Hell's Kitchen is the scrap.

Even if that kind of dirty place is used for business, I don't feel bad!

It is also true that with the confluence of funds from the three parties, there is the Yuanyue Group that has now acquired the entire Hell's Kitchen.

However, Wilson, who surrendered Hell's Kitchen by default, wanted to have a friendly exchange with the Pengo Li family and make a fortune together.

Originally thought that Li Baoen would give him a little face.

pity!

"It was done by the Pengo Li family!"

"That white-haired boy, he still speaks rudely..."

"I want to rip his brains out!"

The bloody voice was full of hatred.

There has never been a force that dares not to give their boss face in New York.

But now, there are not only those who dare to pierce... but also, there is no limit to the madness!

at the same time.

In the office, there was a moment of silence!

"Snapped!"

The goblet in his hand was crushed abruptly.

Mr. Wilson, the great philanthropist, the great entrepreneur, and the beloved man of Manhattan, was gone.

The rampant king of the underground, the terrifying shadow of New York, the great King is back.

"hehe!"

Deep laughter!

His gloomy face, as if ink was about to drip out, was extremely ugly.

"Pengley!!"

"Don't you look down on me too much!"

"besides!"

"Bullseye..."

"Why don't you come back?!"

...

now.

"City of Angels" Los Angeles.

On a dark street.

The sky began to rain lightly.

Under the dim orange streetlights, a monster truck with an extremely hideous appearance turned off on the side of the road.

The man with the skull printed on his chest tightly clenched the M16 automatic rifle in his hand.

Watching vigilantly not far away, a figure appeared in the layers of rain and fog.

His long black hair was tied up high, and he was wearing a Japanese-style blue-black ninja costume, with something that looked like an iron plate tied on his forehead.

Killer!

It's the killer sent by Zabo!

"..."

Frank was silent.

The round of firing just now had no effect at all in the face of the bullets.

Ice appeared? !

Frank could see clearly that when the other party raised his hand, ice appeared.

Not to mention where the ice came from, but... a shield made of ice blocked the bullets? !

What the hell is going on in this world? !

This is another enemy that cannot be measured by common sense!

"The resistance is over!"

Sound good to hear.

However, what was brought was the declaration of hell.

"..."

Frank's eyes sank, and his eyes were slightly condensed.

He can feel it.

A very powerful sense of danger and oppression emanating from the opponent.

Who is this person?

In the dark underground assassin world, when did such a person appear?

and……

A killer, a killer with certain abilities beyond common sense.

What does this remind Frank of? !

Just before, in the world of killers, there was a legend of a new rise.

The man who likes to wear pink gowns and long flowing braids is rising like a dark horse at an extremely fast speed.

The opponent's methods are fierce and powerful!

In a short time, many risk factors are extremely high.

Moreover, the targets that were extremely difficult to approach were all killed by him with one blow.

That's a pretty strong guy.

However, recently, it has been a relic of silence.

Frank heard that he and the man seemed to have taken a big deal, and then they didn't show their heads again.

I don't know what happened!

And in front of him, is this ice-making killer... related to that man? !

Frank's war instincts lead him to something.

Maybe it's a meaningless association, maybe it's critical information, Frank can always find something out of the chaotic and tense battle situation.

pity……

Even so, for Frank, these associations are of no help to his current situation.

However, at the same time.

Bai, finally do it!

Swish!

In an instant, he disappeared in place.

Water instantly!

"..."

Frank's eyes widened, and he fired subconsciously!

"Da da da!"

However, none of this makes any sense.

Wait until Bai appears again.

Already in front of Frank.

It was less than half a meter away from the uncle Punisher.

They were almost face to face, and Frank was holding a gun, as if frozen in place.

So fast!

No reaction at all, is it water? !

Even the strength of the enemy is far beyond expectations.

But even so, Frank still noticed something keenly.

He saw some water stains, can the other party still make water? !

water and ice? !

Reasonable!

Facing the supernatural phenomenon unfolding in front of him, Frank actually quickly accepted it.

War is war, and accidents will always happen on the battlefield, and they will not be diverted because of his own will.

The emergence of superpowers, like the appearance of exaggerated technology beyond the conventional, will change the situation on the battlefield.

However, as an insignificant member of the war.

All the Punisher has to do is to win this war at all costs.

That's all!

boom! ! boom! ! boom! !

Without any hesitation.

While Bai appeared in front of him.

Frank quickly dropped the cease-fire M16 in his hand and drew the pistol on his waist at the same time.

You don't need to aim at the head, just aim at the body.

Frank did not hesitate to shoot the bullets!

and!

Almost subconsciously, only relying on the body's instinctive reaction, Frank quickly backed away.

Gunshots exploded suddenly in the dark street, tearing apart the tranquility at this moment.

Automatic pistols frantically swallowing fire snakes.

All the bullets poured unreservedly on Shiro who was wearing a ninja costume in front of him.

However.

Facing Bai's blood succession limit, Bingdun's obstruction.

A hot weapon with this firepower has no effect at all.

"Crack, click!"

The clip made an empty sound, and the bullets ran out!

The masked Bai looked at Frank quietly, his body was not damaged at all!

I really want to know, what else can the man in front of me do? !

Obviously already know the gap in strength!

Do you want to continue to resist? !

Bai silently thought about it!

"..."

However, Frank didn't think of anything!

Throwing away the useless pistol, the fighting dagger on the thigh, and the ballistic knife in hand!

Frank's eyes didn't fluctuate!

Now, switch to melee mode!