The God of Injustice in Marvel

At night, Jin was sleeping in bed and was awakened by the ringing of his cell phone.

As a noble upper class person!

A mobile phone is simply not enough to satisfy Jin Bin’s status!

He has three cell phones.

For work use, personal use, and emergency use.

The one that rang at this time was undoubtedly the one used in emergencies.

After getting up and wearing pajamas, Kingpin walked outside the bedroom and answered the phone.

He didn't want to wake his lover.

The call was connected, but there was no sound from the party that was supposed to speak.

"Wei, is it you?"

Before picking up the phone, Kingpin saw that the number calling was Wesley's.

Wesley wouldn't do that.

Something happened to him.

Jin didn't do too much analysis, he just roughly guessed the result based on intuition and guessing.

You must quickly inform your subordinates to go to Wesley's safe house together!

Others didn't know where Wesley's safe house was, but Kingpin certainly knew it. Moreover, Wesley took the initiative to invite him to be a guest, but Kingpin didn't go, but Kingpin still knew about the room.

Just as he was about to hang up the phone, put on his clothes and go out, a voice came from the phone at this moment.

"here's johnny!"

He immediately put the phone back to his ear and walked out of the room faster.

If someone is talking to him, it means that the other party is likely to have an agenda, so there is a high probability that Wesley is still alive!

The primary purpose now is to delay time!

"I am Jin Bin. If nothing else, you should have made a special trip to see me."

Kingpin himself knows very well that in most cases any problems that arise in the "whole company" are ultimately his problems.

In Wesley's job, it is not easy to make enemies with such people. There is no doubt that Wesley is just a bargaining chip to force himself to appear.

"I'll tell you first, the result you will face in the end." Wilson Fisk never accepts threats!

"I will find you, yes, I will find you! This process will not be too fast, nor will it be too slow. You will spend every second of the rest of your life in fear!"

"Anyone you can meet will be my eyes! Your family! Your friends! They will all betray you!"

"Because they fear me!"

"Run away, bastard! Run away to the mouse hole in the mountains!"

"I will pull you out of the hole with my own hands! Break your mouth! Burn every inch of your body with fire! Then hang your black and tattered skull in front of Wei's tombstone!"

"Did you hear that? If you kill Wei, this will be your fate!"

Kingpin gave Lyon systematic and friendly advice in a low and hoarse tone.

He wrote a string of addresses with one hand and handed it to the guard who had just heard the sound. He held his head with his big hand and pulled him in front of him.

"Give it to Bullseye." Kingpin whispered, "He knows what to do."

Letting go of his frightened younger brother, Kingpin waved his hand: "Go!"

At this moment, another voice came from the cell phone I had been holding in my hand.

"Oh! So you work part-time as a fortune teller!"

There was a hint of surprise in that voice.

"Then can you help me find the underwear I lost last week?"

The voice became serious again: "To be honest, I really like those underwear. Is this the year of your birth year!"

Jin Bin resisted and did not crush the phone.

He wants to crush that guy's head even more now!

The voice sounded again.

"Then... guess what? Do you think Wesley is dead, or dead, or dead!"

A squeaking sound.

Kingpin felt that he could hardly bear it any longer.

"Hehehe... you'd better not have any relatives or friends, otherwise you will regret why you have friends and family!"

Kingpin could hold back his roar at first, but the last few words became more and more unbearable, and he finally shouted out loud.

Normally at this time, Wesley would wait for Kingpin's anger to subside before he would come out and raise a topic or a question.

Jin Bin also tacitly expressed his anger, and the two understood each other tacitly.

But now, the problem is that the person who can allow him to control himself, who can remind him of his sobriety at all times, and who can make him remember his great dreams and career, is the one who is trapped and caught.

"Hehehehe, it's just a little joke~ Well, he's not dead yet. But, I promise you, you won't see him anymore. He will die, and he will die alone."

"Death in your own home, and you, you will witness this moment. Are you surprised?"

Click...la...

The fragile phone was finally crushed by Kingpin.

"The car is downstairs, and Mr. Bullseye is already on the way." The clever man stepped forward and reported to Kingpin.

He glanced at him coldly and said nothing. The little boss quickly bowed his head and retreated. Jin Bin silently went back to the house and changed his clothes.

The few bosses all heard Jin Bin softly speaking some comforting words in the room, with a gentle tone that they could not imagine coming from Jin Bin's mouth.

A few people look at their ears, nose and mind, wishing they didn't have ears.

Soon, Jin Bin came out in a suit, walked through the crowd without saying a word, and walked in the front. Everyone quickly followed behind, and filed out with Jin Bin.

…

Leon looked down at his phone, the busy beeping sound in the silent room.

"Mr. Wesley, your employer doesn't seem to care much about your life! You seem to have overestimated yourself."

Wesley was crying so hard that he was just muttering: Please...

He also knew in his heart that he must be in doom today.

But ants are still living an ignoble life, but there are few people who can face death calmly, especially when they have a great youth and a lot of money.

At the beginning, Leon really thought about how he would prevent people like Wesley from dying too quickly, and thought about the price he would have to pay for what he had done!

But now looking at this person like this, he no longer has such thoughts. A repeater who only knows how to beg for mercy has collapsed psychologically.

At this time, Leon no longer wanted his life, and even hoped that he would live a long life!

"Well, infertility will lead to a family full of children and grandchildren! That's the truth! Then you..."

call out!!

Something flew over, and Leon's current physical strength also had a lot of bonuses to his five senses.

The nimble short body dodges.

It's a... nail!

Bullseye is coming.

Before I could think any more, the sound of "squeaking" kept ringing in my ears.

The glass in the window was shattered. Those who didn’t know better thought someone was shooting machine guns outside!

He casually pulled Wesley up and blocked him in front of him, and the aggressive sound turned into a popping sound.

When this period of time passed, when I looked down again, I saw that Wesley was already dead.

Compared with Wesley's current situation of three swords and six holes, it is really trivial.

There are twenty holes in total on the front and back!

Leon threw aside the already cold Wesley and shouted outside: "Who threw the firecrackers! Mr. Wesley and I were drinking tea!"

"Fuck! Mr. Wesley? Mr. Wesley!!"

"Who killed Mr. Wesley by throwing a foreign nail?"

Outside, there was silence.

Ps: When I go back to my hometown in the countryside, I clean up the house for my grandparents, change light bulbs, make dumplings, all the complicated things, and I have to visit relatives from house to house. I will try my best to keep it updated these days.