Five, Six, Seven in Marvel

"This is a real headache."

A man sitting in the office is complaining to his subordinates.

"We obviously have enough people under our command, so why are there still so many people wanting to join us?"

"If you keep doing this, I won't even be able to pay for my men's meals."

"All the stores are losing money. I think we can sell some of the equipment in stock. Anyway, our people are better at fighting. We should be able to defeat others with daggers."

"Adams! Stop manicuring your nails! Help me think of a solution!"

The gangster brother who is complaining is the biggest gang leader in New York, Kingpin.

The young man who was getting his nails done was called Adams. He was only fifteen years old. He was Kingpin's personal physician and also served as a military advisor. He was one of the few trustworthy subordinates of Kingpin.

Adams said nonchalantly: "Don't be like this, boss, the previous leader just passed away, and this dispute is just caused by the fighting between two factions. After all, the death of the leader is too strange, and the older generation of cadres are suspicious of you."

, as long as you do well enough, they will stand by your side again."

Kingpin was lost in memories.

The death of the previous leader occurred a few months ago.

The guy who was about to put his foot into the coffin had his neck broken by his own hands.

Kingpin was born as an assassin, so he couldn't be more skilled at doing this.

The boy was beside him when he strangled the leader to death.

When he became his own physician, he was the physician to previous leaders.

In fact, Jin had no intention of seeking power and seizing the throne.

Everything was planned by this 15-year-old boy.

He had summoned Kingpin to the house of his ancestors a few months earlier.

The old and frail leader lay on the bed with empty eyes.

Maybe he can no longer be called a leader, he is just an old man who can't even get out of bed.

He called Adams forward.

The young man stood respectfully by the bed, listening attentively.

"I give orders, and you go and deliver them."

"Yes, leader."

"Kill him!"

"Kill who?"

"Wilson Fisk."

This scene was witnessed by Kingpin. At that time, his name was not Kingpin, but Wilson Fisk.

Why did the leader want to kill him?

Adams held a half-inch long scalpel in his hand and kept approaching him. Jin unconsciously took a step back.

His eyes were filled with murderous intent, he really wanted to kill Jin Bin!

This fifteen-year-old boy is very strong. He is what Americans often call a genius. He not only has superb medical skills, but also has excellent physical fitness.

But not enough.

He might be able to face other people, but facing Kingpin, he was still far behind.

Wilson easily grabbed his wrist and turned the slender palm back 160 degrees, and the scalpel fell on the floor paved with flower tiles.

Surprisingly, the boy did not show any pain, but the murderous intent in his eyes disappeared.

The next second, Kingpin saw a harmless smile.

"Wilson, do you want to be the leader?"

This question stopped him.

Kingpin has been unruly and full of self-awareness since he was a child.

His father is the leader of a small gang, and he always wants to be the leader of the dark world in America.

The old man who daydreamed every day died on the street in a gang fight.

At that time, Wilson did not feel very sad about the death of his old father. In his view, this was a world of the jungle, and the weak had no choice but to die.

He has a very deep understanding of the law of the jungle.

From that moment on, he wanted to create a "underworld empire" of his own.

Not to inherit his father's last wish, just for himself.

The leader was very kind to him.

The old man lying on the hospital bed smiled and stretched out his hand when his identity was revealed.

He treats himself very well.

Really good.

Although he wants to build his own underworld empire, he cannot be ungrateful.

"I don't want to." Kingpin replied affirmatively.

Adams was in no hurry.

The young man quietly placed the scalpel across the leader's neck.

In the past, this old man would have jumped out of bed and punched him in the face without hesitation.

What now?

He just kept repeating it.

"Kill Wilson Fisk. Kill Wilson Fisk for me."

What does this prove?

Previous leaders viewed the Kingpin as a threat and wanted to get rid of him even when they were dying.

"Such a person? Is there anything worthy of your allegiance?"

"He has been like this for a long time. I have been observing you. There are many people among the leader's confidants who are suitable for inheriting the position, but the most suitable one is you, Wilson."

"Kill him and you will have your own underworld empire. If you feel guilty, then I will do it for you."

The scalpel was about to cut his throat when Kingpin suddenly said:

"No need, I'll do it myself."

He crushed the leader's neck, and Adams walked out of the house expressionlessly.

He was the person closest to the leader. During the time when the leader was ill, he carried all orders.

And today.

He delivered the news of the leader's death.

And, as the only notary of the leader's last words before his death, he delivered the last order issued by the leader.

Wilson Fisk has become the leader of the next generation.

....

....

"Is that assassin reliable?" asked the man playing with his cane on the desk.

"Don't worry, it's the person introduced by little Sylvie. There will be no problem."

Jin Pin was a little worried. That thing was related to the subsequent development of the gang, and there must be no mistakes.

"Adams, why don't you go too? I'll give you Old Brown. I must see Feng's head."

The boy reluctantly stood up from the chair.

"I know, I will go, but I can't guarantee the death. You know, I haven't killed anyone in a long time."

"It doesn't matter. Leave the killing to Old Brown. All you need to do is make suggestions. Besides, there's also the assassin."

"——Bang!" Adams muttered something under his breath.

"If I had known, someone else would have been the leader."

Kingpin pretended not to hear this.

He was indeed a bit harsh on this boy, but there was nothing he could do about it, there were too few people he could use.

"Adams, thank you for your hard work. I'll give you a day off when I come back."

The boy's eyes lit up when he walked to the door.

"A holiday?! Then we have an agreement! I will give you Feng's head, and you will give me a holiday! A few days' time!!"

The gangster sitting at his desk smiled wryly and shook his head.

"Is he really still a child?"