The reason why Kingpin was respectfully called Kingpin by many gangs was because he had a smart brain.
Nobody knew where this brain's real body was, and nobody could connect his real identity to the gangs, so the RICO law couldn't control him.
For the past decade, federal law enforcement agencies and local law enforcement agencies had been searching for Kingpin and had carried out many arrests. There had been a few times when news of Kingpin's capture had spread.
But after those "Kingpin" went to prison, Kingpin's allies and forces continued to operate as usual.
This could only prove that the real Kingpin was still somewhere safe, methodically expanding his black empire.
It would only be a dream for a third-rate gang like the Blood Skull to drag such a genius out of the water.
Even the IRS, which claimed to be the toughest law enforcement agency in America, couldn't do anything about Kingpin.
After all, if they didn't even know who Kingpin was, there was no way to investigate whether he was evading taxes.
In the past, the various law enforcement agencies could only clean up the branches on Kingpin.
It wouldn't be long before a new gang or a core member of the prison popped up to take over these vacated positions.
After his fight with Bullseye, Luke had been collecting intelligence on Kingpin, but he hadn't found anything. Naturally, he knew that this Mastermind was definitely a super difficult opponent.
For him, the most common question was where the enemy was, not who the enemy was.
It just so happened that Kingpin wasn't any worse than Luke when it came to hiding his identity.
Thinking about Kingpin, Luke said, "Get some rest. We're going out for a ride for the next few nights."
"We're going to take action against Kingpin's forces?" Selina was a little excited. She had been idle for a long time.
Luke said, "Although the chances of us forcing him out like this are very low, we have to at least cut off his tentacles and make him feel pain for a while."
NYPD wanted to talk about the law, but V would only talk about "life's principles" to criminals.
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Five days passed, and the day in New York was as peaceful as ever.
But every night, something big would happen.
From Manhattan to Brooklyn, and then to Queens, several large gangs had been hit hard, and ten important lairs had been wiped out.
Half of the lairs were littered with corpses, and only a handful of people were alive.
The other half of the lairs were littered with seriously injured and disabled people.
In just three days, the commotion had alarmed NYPD.
If this continued, it was very likely that there would be a gang riot.
From the third day onward, all the NYPD police officers canceled their vacation, and the number of police cars patrolling key areas at night was doubled.
Unfortunately, this wasn't of much use.
In the next two days, a number of gangsters died in several factories, and those who should have been seriously injured were still wailing.
NYPD's morgues were full, and the number of patients who went to the hospital for bone injuries increased sharply.
Even the Detective Bureau had to stop tracking Kingpin and start investigating the cause of the recent bloody storm.
Like everybody else, Luke and Selina ran around after work every day, asking witnesses, checking surveillance footage, and giving a "no leads" report together with everybody else.
In fact, he and Selina had been pretending to be "working" for the past few days. All the witnesses they questioned and the surveillance footage were looking for that pervert named Kilgrave.
The last place Luke and Selina tracked him was the Hudson River, where Kilgrave had left on a yacht. He didn't leave any surveillance footage or clues behind.
The last place Luke and Selina tracked him was the Hudson River, where Kilgrave had left on a yacht. He didn't leave any surveillance footage or clues behind.
The Hudson River was so big that a cool breeze would blow every now and then, and the smell would quickly dissipate. Sharp Nose wasn't useful in this situation.
Six days after Walter's attack, Haley called and asked him to go to Kings Park Sanatorium. She had found some clues from Molly that she needed to give him.
The most important of them was a sketch of Kilgrave.
Looking at the small flower in the lower right corner of the lifelike sketch, Luke instantly smiled. "Did Margaret draw this? Looks like she didn't learn how to draw for nothing. "
Haley looked at him with a ghost of a smile. "Do you need me to tell you what you think of her 'skill'?"
Luke shrugged. "It's fine. I don't know anything about art. I've never hidden that."
Looking at the magnanimous detective, Haley was rendered speechless for a moment.
It was hard for someone who had a clear understanding of their own shortcomings to feel ashamed, and such people were usually very thick-skinned.
She found Luke more and more interesting now.
He was handsome and gentle, and spoke politely and calmly. Anyone who saw him would think that he was a cultured person.
But this was the man who admitted that he didn't know anything about art.
This was in contrast to how most men tried their best to pretend to be knowledgeable and classy in front of her.
Also, Luke never showed off in front of her.
His attitude toward her was not much different from how he treated Richard and his wife during their few interactions.
If it wasn't for the admiration in his eyes, she would have thought that he was gay.
Fine, she had already rejected that possibility.
As a psychologist, she could easily tell that Luke was straight.
This could be seen from his interaction with his beautiful partner, Selina.
However, their relationship was also very interesting. There was a hint of indifference in their intimacy, and anyone who didn't know better would think that they were an old married couple.
Thinking about Luke's private life, Haley maintained the ghost of a smile on her face. "I heard that the police department has been very busy recently. Do you still have time to investigate Kilgrave?"
Luke said, "All the police officers in New York are busy with other cases. I'm not needed. But this guy is in hiding. We can only wait for him to show up. "
Haley nodded and suddenly said, "I'm having a party at home the day after tomorrow. Do you have time?"
Luke was stunned. "What party? Let me make it clear first. If it's a bunch of people holding red wine and talking about mental patients or the masterpieces of a stream of consciousness painter, I won't be going. "
Haley chuckled. "Don't worry. Apart from a foreign female classmate of Margaret's at art school, it's only Elsa."
Luke thought for a moment and asked, "Can I bring a female companion?"
Haley looked at his car not far away. She couldn't see what was going on inside, but she knew that Selina was inside.
Nodding, she said, "If it's Selina, that's fine. You know, I've had Marguerite live in New York for several months so that she could avoid those money-hungry Los Angeles gangsters. Although she has a new friend now, she definitely misses old friends like you. "
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