The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics

Herman just took a deep look at the gangsters upon hearing this, then shrugged his shoulders and didn't stop them.

Seeing Herman's spineless performance, the gangsters burst into laughter. Initially, they were a little apprehensive seeing these strangely dressed guys, but now they realized it was just a bluff.

The gangster boss had exactly ten subordinates. At his signal, they stepped forward, eager to snatch the money-filled suitcases from the ninjas' hands.

The ninjas didn't resist, allowing them to take the money cases.

"Check everything carefully for me," the gangster boss waved the hand holding the gun.

Normally, he shouldn't have all his men check the money, but Herman's earlier behavior convinced him of the importance of the goods in his possession. He figured that as long as he had the goods, the other side would have to let him do whatever he wanted.

"I must remind you, Mr. Kingpin is not someone to be trifled with," Herman suddenly said from the side.

The gangster boss scoffed at Herman's words. Not only him, but even the underlings ignored Herman, wanting to open the cases and examine them carefully.

The underlings opened the suitcases one after another, but the moment they saw what was inside, their greedy expressions froze. In the next second, greed turned into horror.

"What the hell is this!" someone shouted first. Then, like a chain reaction, screams rang out one after another.

The gangster boss heard his men's screams and turned his gaze to them, but what he saw was a scene he would never forget.

Scorpions, centipedes, wasps, all kinds of poisonous insects crawled out of the suitcases, so many that they even submerged the upper bodies of his men.

The men tried everything they could, taking off their clothes, swatting with their hands, rolling on the ground, but they couldn't get rid of the poisonous insects. Some even wanted to jump into the water nearby, but before they could run a few steps, they fell to the ground, motionless.

The screams gradually stopped, and the entire dock became eerily quiet. The only sound was the rustling of the poisonous insects crawling.

Seeing such a terrifying scene, the gangster boss stood there in a daze, unable to react for a moment.

"I told you," Herman broke the silence. He said to the gangster boss.

"Mr. Kingpin's money isn't so easy to take."

The gangster boss woke up as if from a dream, raised his gun and pointed it at Herman, saying frantically.

"You guys wanted to kill us from the beginning, didn't you!"

"That's right," Herman admitted frankly. "Mr. Kingpin said he didn't want anyone to know what he wanted this time. Although I don't want to kill people, I have to bow my head under the eaves."

"FK! Stop being hypocritical!" The gangster boss didn't believe a word Herman said. He raised his pistol and aimed it at the suitcases in his hand.

"In that case, no one will have it good!"

Just as he was about to shoot, he saw a flash of white light out of the corner of his eye. Two ninjas, who had sneaked up to him at some point, severed both of his hands.

Just as he felt the pain, one of the ninjas took the suitcase to Herman's side.

"You…" The gangster boss just wanted to speak, but the other ninja who stayed by his side raised his knife again, this time directly chopping off his head.

The head rolled out, and the headless corpse fell to the ground, symbolizing the end of this double-cross.

Herman didn't look up at the gangster boss's body. He was afraid he would throw up if he looked. Although he was now a small boss under Kingpin, he was originally just a locksmith. This was the first time he had seen such a bloody scene.

'I knew these cultists were crazy,' Herman thought to himself. They killed people before even confirming whether the goods in the box were correct. If the goods were wrong, who would he complain to?

Taking the suitcase from the ninja's hand, the heavy weight made Herman feel a little relieved, but he still couldn't be sure. With a uneasy feeling, Herman opened the box.

The box opened, and three tightly sealed vials containing blood-red liquid came into Herman's view.

Yes, it was blood. However, Herman only knew what these things were, but he had no idea why Kingpin would spend a lot of money to get these three vials of blood.

Although he couldn't determine the authenticity of the goods, he had no choice but to go back and report.

Herman closed the box and was about to retreat when he heard a sound coming from a distance.

He looked up in the direction of the sound and saw a two-meter-tall tiger-headed man running towards them.

"What is it, a tiger-headed man… huh! A tiger-headed man!" Herman's eyes widened as he watched the tiger-headed man getting closer and closer.

"Stop right there, Violent Tiger! You cunning villains!" Yang Le, transformed into Violent Tiger, shouted loudly, his voice so loud that Herman's ears ached faintly.

"Stop him!" Herman ordered the ninjas beside him. The other side was coming aggressively and didn't look like a good person, so it was better to strike first.

The Hand ninjas received the order and drew their swords to meet him, slashing at the charging Violent Tiger.

The sharp ninja swords were ignored by Violent Tiger. Without dodging or evading, he directly crashed into them.

The ninja swords struck Violent Tiger's body and made the sound of metal clashing. In the shocked eyes of the ninjas, Violent Tiger didn't slow down and broke the ninja swords, knocking the ninjas over and sending them flying.

"Violent Tiger is not afraid of you inferior goods! Get out of Violent Tiger's way!"

After speaking, he ignored everything and continued to rush towards Herman.

Seeing this, Herman quickly activated the gauntlets on his hands and blasted them towards Violent Tiger.

"Buzz ~ Boom!"

The huge impact came, knocking Violent Tiger back two or three steps. Violent Tiger shook his head, his anger even greater.

"Violent Tiger will crush your annoying gauntlets into pieces!"

"Are you kidding me? That hit just now could overturn a car," Herman was sweating profusely. Why did he always encounter these monsters? The vegetative man before, and this tiger-headed man now. Could it be that good is rewarded with good, and evil is rewarded with evil?

"Roar!"

Violent Tiger roared, the amazing decibels made horror have to cover his ears, Violent Tiger took the opportunity to rush towards him.

"Damn it!"

In the blink of an eye, Violent Tiger pounced on Herman. Herman chose to pick up the suitcase at his feet at the first moment, and then raised his gauntlets to attack.

However, it was because of this decision that he lost the opportunity to resist. Violent Tiger grabbed his gauntlets at the first moment, and squeezed them hard before they were activated.

"Ah!"