The Death Knell

"I'm sorry, Vanessa, I can't allow myself to be weak."

The picture shows a fat bald man grabbing a beautiful young woman by the neck and lifting her up in the air with her feet off the ground.

Her face turned red, her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and her eyes turned white.

Compared to the man's huge body, she was as skinny as a child.

The woman scratched the big steel-plier-like hands on her neck with her nails. However, even though she scratched some of the skin on the back of his wrists, the man's hands remained motionless.

The environment the two of them were in was a magnificent high-end apartment. The outline of the building outside the window should be that of the Upper East Side, where there were many domes of Baroque buildings, and their shadows in the dark night were like tombs.

The fat man was still crying as he spoke, but his murderous intention was extremely determined.

"Richard is dead. Anyone outside may be the murderer. They may target you like this and insult your body..." The man didn't care whether the woman heard it or not, and wiped it with his free hand. Tears: "You and the child are my biggest weaknesses. If the same fate befalls you, I will definitely go crazy. So, it is better to let you die in my hands. I will avenge my son."

The woman kicked her legs twice and stopped moving. As far as Su Ming could tell, she was suffocated and unconscious.

The fat white man Kingpin was ruthless enough, but he probably didn't have much education.

When a person suffocates, the brain will be deprived of oxygen, which will lead to disordered nerve and electrical signal transmission. He said a lot of words to his wife, but they probably didn't hear them all, and there was only a buzzing in their ears.

A more appropriate method would be to cut off her arteries. As blood loss intensifies, adrenaline will be secreted at a high speed. There will be a period of time before hemorrhagic shock, and people will be abnormally awake. The survival instinct will greatly speed up the operation of the human brain. Physical strength and coordination will also be enhanced.

If you speak at this time, the other party will remember it more clearly. Of course, it will also give the other party a chance to fight back.

There are always similar plots in TV shows, where the protagonist is seriously injured and on the verge of death, but the villain doesn't take action and just keeps circling around the fallen protagonist, explaining his motives, thoughts, ideas, etc.

In his previous life, Su Ming always got angry and cursed when he saw movies like this. Isn't this too cliché? Why is the villain so mentally retarded? You did a last-ditch attack!

But later after merging Deathstroke's memories, I learned, oh, it turns out it's because people's memory is very good during this period of time similar to flashbacks, and the villain wants to make the protagonist understand.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that only the more educated and stylish villains would have such a habit.

However, Deathstroke's own habit is more reasonable. Killing people and then speaking to the corpse is both safe and able to clarify the doubts of the soul that has not yet dissipated.

In fact, there is basically nothing to doubt about the people killed by Deathstroke. As for mercenaries, don't ask, asking is business.

In the image, Kingpin put his wife on the carpet, knelt down and pinched her with both hands. With his strength, he could actually crush the person's neck into pulp in an instant, but it seemed that he still couldn't move his hands and pinched her. It has to be very gentle, just enough to suffocate you.

It's just that the body itself might look better, but it was too painful. The victim was incontinent and the filth flowed all over the floor. It was a pity that the wool carpet and Jin Bin's high-end trousers were missing.

During this period, Kingpin kept talking, recalling his acquaintance with his wife, and telling his love, but his hands never let go.

It wasn't until five minutes later that he finished speaking and took his hand away.

The woman named Vanessa looked like she was suffocated to death, with her tongue hanging out.

"I have woken up. Since I am preparing to become a king, I cannot have a normal life. Rest in peace, my dear. When I stand on top of the world, you will understand that my hard work has not been in vain."

Kingpin patted his urine-stained knees and rubbed his eyes again. He must have been very uneasy because the cleaning order was reversed.

But there was no longer any expression on his face.

He took out a cigar from his arms, bit off a section, put it in his mouth, lit it, and took a sharp sip, letting the smoke billow in his mouth:

"Bullseye, come in."

The door to the living room opened, and Bullseye limped in with a bandage on his leg.

Before he could ask anything, Kingpin issued a new order: "Fighting a frontal battle is not feasible. I need you to help me carry out assassinations and kill all my enemies silently."

"Is it okay in a few days? I need to cultivate a little." Bullseye, holding a toothpick in his mouth, glanced at the corpse on the carpet and shook his head regretfully.

Jin Bin changed his cigar to the corner of his mouth. He walked to the window and looked down at the bustling night view of New York outside the window. The lights were dim and the traffic was busy, as if he was looking at the city that belonged to him.

Now that he has no worries and no weaknesses, he feels that no one can stop his ideal. He wants to become the underground king of the world.

"A head of one hundred thousand."

"I was injured, and the femoral artery was only connected a few days ago..." Regarding Richard's murder, Bullseye's current clue is Wade and the Punisher. He doesn't want to deal with Wade, and he also knows that now His own circumstances are no match for the Punisher.

"One hundred and fifty thousand." Kingpin calmly increased the price: "Put aside Richard's matters for now. I want you to help me unify all the underground forces in New York."

"List." Bullseye's heart moved. Since he was just dealing with some other bosses, all of whom were ordinary people, this task would not be difficult.

Kingpin took out his cell phone and sent him the information he had prepared. Bullseye felt the titanium cell phone in his breast pocket vibrate slightly, and he knew it was time to get to work.

He didn't say anything else, he just took a jar of toothpicks from the coffee table and limped away.

The big Kingpin waited for a while, then opened the window of the high-rise building, as if he wanted to get some air, but a red shadow came through the window and came behind him like a fish.

"Bullseye is hiding something from me." Kingpin spoke to the figure kneeling behind him without looking back.

"Your analysis is correct. He did not damage the artery at all." The visitor was a scantily clad female ninja. She was dressed in red and covered her face and long hair with a red cloth, revealing only a pair of beautiful big eyes.

Kingpin had no expression on his face. He was silent for a while: "You go help me keep an eye on him. If he betrays me, kill him. If he dies, you continue his mission. I think, the Hand will If you want to do business with me, you should understand the importance of credibility, right?"

"Of course, but ninjas must also have a price commensurate with their professionalism."

Although the woman was kneeling on one knee in a very respectful manner, she was speaking like a mercenary.

Kingpin threw the cigar out of the window and watched the red highlights fall freely in the night and blend into the streets below.

"Three hundred thousand per person."

"as you wish."

The red figure disappeared in a flash and she accepted the latest offer.