Sentinel of American Comics

On the 32nd floor of the Star Ring Building, Wesley crossed his arms and sat on a soft chair by the window. There was a bottle of high-end red wine in his hand, and the scarlet liquid in the goblet was rippling.

This gentle man wearing glasses, well-dressed and polite, fits the definition of an elite in terms of temperament and image.

This skyscraper standing on Eighth Avenue is regarded as a "holy place" by many gang members. It once had the same status as the residence of the previous underworld emperor, Kingpin.

Rumors circulating in Hell's Kitchen portray James Wesley as a cunning, cunning and evil leader. If you inquire carefully, you can also hear various details, such as how Wesley deliberately planned to become Kingpin's legal adviser, and then gradually penetrated into the core of the underworld empire. Finally, when the time was right, he launched an attack to overthrow the underworld emperor. From the ground, he jumped up to the throne of power.

Various versions were used as after-dinner chats and were circulated in late-night bars and on the streets. However, even if Wesley walked up to them, these people would not associate the evil leader in the story with the gentle man in front of them. .

"Ramon is dead."

Recalling the news from his subordinates, Wesley frowned. The mediocre Rand Group executive was his chosen puppet.

Although he doesn't have any talents worth looking at, he is more honest and obedient and is a loyal dog worth training. Ramon is not prominent in the Rand Group, and his sudden rise to a high position will definitely arouse the dissatisfaction of many people. Even if the old guys on the board of directors know who is standing behind him, I am afraid they will still feel aggrieved.

Isolating the supporting puppet so that it can only rely on its own abilities is like training a hound, neither making it too full nor too hungry. Wesley has learned a lot from the young boss over a long period of time, the most important of which is to never believe in loyalty.

"Burned into a mummified state, the scene was accompanied by the smell of sulfur...a crime committed by religious fanatics? Or is there another street hero in Hell's Kitchen who doesn't know how to live or die?"

Wesley knocked on the table, and he vaguely felt that something was wrong. With the accidental death of Ramon two days ago, Vladimir of Russia, and the key elites of the Hand, they were either missing, or they would be there the next day. The body was found that morning.

There are no street heroes in Hell's Kitchen today. After the death of Iron Fist Danny Rand, the gang seemed to have given up on their life as vigilantes. The Punisher, the only one who persisted, also left the neighborhood. The hunting location has been changed.

"Who is it?" Wesley didn't think anyone would dare to challenge him.

At least after he joined forces with the Hand, relying on the latter's powerful force and his various methods of coaxing, suppressing and dividing forces, he had already trained the gangsters to be more docile than a Chihuahua.

"Maybe I should call my boss."

Wesley hasn't contacted Sean for a long time. Ever since Hell's Kitchen matters were on track, the young boss has stopped interfering. And with the rapid rise of Umbrella, the level gap between the two parties has gradually widened. big.

A gentle man who has always been very good at figuring things out, he can't help but hesitate. Sean is no longer the unknown little person he used to be. The other person is now shrouded in multiple auras, and the partner he is cooperating with has been upgraded to a behemoth like Stark Industries. He rashly disturbs that person. Is it true that a seemingly amiable young boss will not incur anger?

While thinking about it, Daredevil, who was wearing a black suit, had already rushed into the Star Ring Building. Since he did not deliberately hide his traces, the alarm was triggered immediately, and the elite ninjas gathered at the lower level swarmed in. These strictly trained killing machines are extremely agile and use long knives, darts, and chains. The ancient cold weapons in their hands display amazing lethality. Even a team of fully armed special soldiers may not be able to kill them. Can escape whole body.

The lights of the building dimmed instantly, and countless figures emerged from the dark environment. They held their breath and walked very lightly, like light swallows, and the long knives in their hands shone coldly.

Standing in the middle, surrounded by people, Daredevil snorted coldly. He felt the spirit of vengeance roaring in his body, and he couldn't wait to release it and feast on these sinful souls stained with blood and killing. The extremely slow beating heartbeat, the silent footsteps on the ground, and the ghost-like movement trajectory. In the eyes of Daredevil, whose abilities have been magnified countless times, these are like frozen animations, each frame is extremely obvious.

Taking hold of the short sticks on both sides of his legs, a scorching flame covered them. Daredevil stepped forward like a shadow in the darkness, and a strong fire appeared in his eyes, like a demon descending from hell!

Those elite ninjas are no match for Daredevil. Even if they are outnumbered, they cannot harm the opponent at all. With a "bang" sound, the short stick was swung out and smashed the head of a red ninja. Blood splashed out along with the brains. Daredevil, who was immersed in the killing state, remained unmoved. He held down the head of a ninja with one hand. , Peiran's power surged, directly breaking the fragile neck.

The elite ninjas who were not afraid of death, as well as the many bodyguards equipped in the Star Ring Building itself, were unable to stop Daredevil, whose eyes were burning with fire. Those wailing souls were absorbed, and the satisfied spirit of vengeance, with the help of The host's body let out a creepy laugh.

"More! It's hungry for more!"

As if sensing the roar of the spirit of vengeance, the flames in Daredevil's eyes soared, almost covering the entire red demon hood, like a real hell demon.

"You, you, you... you are all guilty!" The hoarse voice was as cold as a judge's sentence. All the ninjas who looked at Daredevil had their souls burned into ashes!

The fire of hell originating from Mephisto is enough to burn all souls, and coupled with the Ghost Rider's penitent eyes, it can be said to be invincible. The hell lord could not exert his due power in the material world, and he also had to worry about the monitoring of the temple mage, so he cultivated such a powerful thug.

However, Mephisto was very unlucky. Both Ghost Riders betrayed him, and he would rather give up his soul and bear the curse of the vengeful spirit than become the devil's thug. One hundred and fifty years ago, Carter Shirey took away the contract of St. Fangansa, which contained the souls of thousands of people. The second knight fled to the other side of the earth, living in isolation and wandering. A miserable life.

A sensational wave of fire swept through everything, and the hot temperature burned everyone present into flying ashes. Even with the violent fire from a submachine gun, Daredevil was still unharmed. The bullets carrying strong kinetic energy penetrated his body without breaking out a trace of blood. flower. With the blessing of the spirit of vengeance in his body, even modern weapons cannot harm him.

"James Wesley...I found you!"

Feeling the smell of sin and amplifying his senses, Daredevil is able to see the entire building clearly, even in those dark corners. As long as there is a trace of sound vibration, he can get a glimpse of the real situation. The enhanced super senses can even monitor the entire Hell's Kitchen.

Wesley, who was on the thirty-second floor, looked at the text message sent by his mobile phone and tried his best to remain calm in his seat. Even if there was no one in the news coming from below, he could stop the frantic Daredevil. Be confident.