Bang!
A glass full of red wine was smashed on the ground, sending glass shards flying everywhere. Everyone in the room couldn't help but shrink their heads.
"Is this still my territory? Who is in charge of this place? "
A tall, bald white man slammed his fist on the table in a fit of rage. Every time he slammed his fist on the table, an obvious fist print would be left behind. He was wearing a luxurious suit with a black ring on his finger. A sapphire cane was placed beside him. He was not young anymore. This could be seen from the faint wrinkles on his forehead. But at least when he was alive, no one could stand in front of him without trembling.
His figure was tall and his shoulders were extremely wide. Sitting on a specially made chair, he looked like a fatty. However, that wasn't excessive fat. On the contrary, what was hidden under his clothes were blocks of muscles. This was a beast among mortals. If you hadn't seen it before, it would be hard to imagine that an ordinary person could be so strong.
Of course, what was even more terrifying was his aura. That kind of cruel majesty. His pair of cold and fierce eyes swept over. Everyone present trembled in fear. They were all well-known figures in New York's underworld. But at this moment, in this luxurious office, they had shed their glamour and were no different from ordinary people.
Oh, they were not even as good as ordinary people. At least ordinary people would not tremble like little mice like them.
"I spent 12 years to take the whole of New York into my hands."
He raised his left hand. After anger, he always liked to use tobacco to calm down. His thick fingers held the cigar. In a cloud of smoke, he whispered:
"You all know that this is my kingdom! Many of you have seen me go step by step to where I am now with your own eyes. So tell me, have you lost confidence in me? "
He stood up from the chair, leaning on his sapphire cane. Step by step, he walked around the corner of the table and walked in front of the gang leaders. His voice became deeper and more dangerous:
"Or do you think I'm going to collapse because of one or two little bastards wearing costumes and causing destruction everywhere?"
His seemingly clumsy body walked past the dozen or so people in front of him. The sound of his cane tapping on the ground was like a death-hastening talisman, transmitted into the ears of those people who had second thoughts and were indecisive, making them appear abnormally anxious.
"Spiderman, Daredevil, and the recent burning kid, they can't do anything big. At most, they can only crack down on" crime "in a few blocks, hehe."
This guy walked to the back of the crowd and said as if talking to himself:
"In the time it takes them to destroy a trading point, we can sell 10 times the goods elsewhere. At most, we will lose some money. I can afford to lose this money!"
His voice grew louder and louder until it sounded like thunder in the room. The sapphire cane in his hand suddenly flew out. With the help of this guy's extraordinary strength, he knocked down the guy standing in the middle of the crowd. The guy who was caught off guard was smashed to the ground, his head bleeding profusely.
"Bang!"
The bleeding guy subconsciously wanted to turn over and get up, but a foot stepped on his left leg. The sturdy leg bone made a bone-chilling sound of breaking, followed by a mournful wail. But this wail didn't last for more than a few seconds. The next moment, the gemstone cane smashed fiercely into his face.
"Bang!"
With just one blow, the skull, which was the strongest part of the human body, was broken. Five seconds after this guy was smashed to the ground, his soul returned to hell. The bald white man took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood off his cane. Behind him, the sticky blood flowed on the polished marble floor, causing the people around him to tremble even more violently.
"Fufu …"
He exhaled a mouthful of smoke, turned his head to look at the guy beside him, and whispered:
"Tell me, who am I!"
The guy raised his head and glanced at him. Seeing those calm eyes, he hurriedly lowered his head and shouted:
"Kingpin … The King of New York!"
"You didn't forget my name after all … Do you know why I killed Crouch myself?"
A cruel smile appeared on Kingpin's face:
"I'm not dead yet. If you want to suck up to The Devil Gang, you'd better slow down. I don't think I'll lose to The Devil Gang … When I lose, it won't be too late for you to find someone else! But now, if I find out who wants to take my money to please those bastards from The Devil Gang … I swear, I'll prepare the most painful hell for you. "
He threw the blood-stained handkerchief in his hand on the body of Crouch, who died with his eyes wide open. He walked slowly to the window and looked at the crowd outside.
"This … this is my empire …"
He waved his hand.
"Drag him away and clean the ground … The traitor's body looks disgusting, and their blood smells even worse."
In less than five minutes, the ground was completely cleaned and sprayed with Kingpin's favorite rose perfume. No one would know that someone had just died there.
However, after the intimidated subordinates left, Kingpin, who had been in control of New York for more than seven years, showed a rare tired expression in the office.
The situation was not as optimistic as he had said. In fact, a person of his status had to rely on killing people to control his crumbling empire, which in itself showed how bad the situation was.
The Devil Gang came aggressively. When his men crossed the border of Hell's Kitchen for the seventh time, they, who had been prepared for a long time, brazenly attacked that night. In one breath, they wiped out the forces in 24 blocks and hanged 17 of Kingpin's underlings and two high-ranking leaders in a blazing fire.
The most terrifying thing was that a bloody dagger silently appeared at Kingpin's bedside that night. After doing all this, they retreated to Hell's Kitchen and gave up the nests that had been cleaned out. However, this armed "demonstration" announced the existence of another force to Kingpin.
The Devil Gang's behavior was understandable. They used 153 lives to tell Kingpin one thing: Don't mess with me!
However, this incident was a fatal blow to Kingpin's Darkness Empire. One-fifth of his elite forces evaporated overnight, triggering a chain reaction that made his forces unstable from the foundation. It was an even more devastating blow to his personal prestige.
Crouch was a veteran who had followed him all the way to conquer half of New York, but now even he had begun to communicate with The Devil Gang. This meant one thing:
"I'm not as scary in their eyes as I used to be …"
Kingpin closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and said to himself, "Is the young lion starting to challenge the old lion's position?"
"Fufu …"
He raised his head and looked at the crystal chandelier above his head. He slowly exhaled a mouthful of smoke. A moment later, he pulled open the drawer and picked up the special phone. His fingers stroked the buttons and paced back and forth. Finally, he pressed the number that was engraved in the deepest part of his memory.
A person's fate, in addition to his own struggle, also had to consider the influence of external factors. For a person like Kingpin, who had unified the Dark World of Metropolis, in addition to his good luck, ruthlessness, and courage, some big shots had to support him.
After all, in the eyes of the real power holders, no matter how powerful Kingpin was, he was still an insignificant gangster.
King was not disgusted by this. People like him had long understood that no matter how free a place was, there would still be classes. People were divided into different classes. He would not ask for fairness. For the Emperor of Darkness, fairness was the thing he despised the most.
"Du … du … du … du …"
The phone rang seven times before it was picked up. A low voice came from the other end.
"Phoenix? Why are you calling at this time? Is there something important? "
Although the tone was very calm, calling Kingpin by his name showed his hidden arrogance. Kingpin had not heard anyone call him by his surname for nearly five years.
But still, the person on the other end of the phone was qualified. Kingpin had no qualms about it. He said in a tone that sounded like a friend:
"What's wrong? Can't I make a call and chat with an old friend? "
"Hehe, of course, but I don't think the mob boss who controls the entire New York has the leisure time … By the way, Phoenix, I heard that you've encountered a little" trouble "recently?"
The person on the other end of the phone did not sound young anymore. However, he was able to tell Kingpin's current situation, which made Kingpin feel a little uneasy. It seemed that the organization had never stopped monitoring him.
Kingpin was silent for two minutes. The boss on the other end also waited for him for two minutes. Both of them knew that the following conversation would directly affect the ownership of the entire New York underworld.
"Fufu … Brother Daniel, I know that you seem to have the ability to predict everything …"
Kingpin took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Our cooperation has lasted 13 years since I took control of the first block of my life. I have invested tens of billions of dollars in your company to support your career. Now, I want to ask you, am I your friend?"
"Of course, Phoenix. You are an important partner of ours … Tell me, what do you want from me?"
"I want to maintain my empire!"
Kingpin gritted his teeth and said, "I don't care what kind of spiders, nightcrawlers, burning skeletons, or The Devil Gang … I just want to maintain my empire, that's all!"
"No problem. Then join us and fight for the great cause together. Kingpin, people need faith to persevere in adversity. You have encountered another obstacle in your life. Obviously, just like 13 years ago, we can still help you!"
The voice on the other end of the line became mysterious.
"Come, come to my company. I will show you our power … Of course, before that, I hope you can learn a slogan. We will be happy to spread this slogan throughout the world. Your participation will make us stronger, and we will be one step closer to this goal!"
"What?"
Kingpin asked subconsciously. The guy named Daniel said softly on the phone:
“HailHydra！ Remember it. It will be the key to your second peak in life. Come, I will wait for you here, waiting for a brother to join this great cause. "
At the same time, in the faraway Gotham, Saber leaned on the sofa and watched Raven the Mystic take away the unlocked black password-protected box. His expression was hidden in the darkness. After Raven took out a dagger and stabbed herself three times, he asked in a low voice:
"Is this enough for you to enter their circle?"
Raven shook her head:
"Not enough. Because of Nick Fury's recent crazy attacks, those guys have become neurotic and vigilant. Although I have regained the trust of Alexander Pierce, he is only one of the top leaders of Hydra. I still have to find a way to get the approval of one of them before I can gain the authority to independently command the operation."
Saber rubbed his chin. Finally, he looked at Raven, who had turned back into Agent Sylvitt, and said in a low voice:
"Sergues and the Brotherhood in New York will cooperate fully with you, Raven. If necessary, it is acceptable to give up Hell's Kitchen in New York. It is only our outpost. Too many people will make it difficult to move. By the way, have you got the details of Project Insight?"
"Bang!"
A metal USB flash drive was thrown in front of Seiber. Agent Sylvitt's lips curled into a strange smile.
"You are right, Saber … This is an amazing plan, but I am sure that it will eventually bury Hydra and the Ten-Ring Gang."
"Hmph, they got lucky."
Saber waved his hand and Raven, disguised as Agent Sylvitt, climbed out of the window. Ten seconds later, Saber's angry roar spread throughout the docks:
"Rats! Bastards! Maggots! Find them for me! Kill them! Bring back their heads and my things! "
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