I'm starting a mythology craze at Marvel

Chapter 82 Xia Ling's Plot

"I'm sorry, Chief. I failed."

Matt lowered his head. He stood in front of Xia Ling. Although his body was straight, the frustration in his heart was like a boulder pressing on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

"It's okay, it's just to be expected. Have a cup of tea and calm down."

Compared to Matt's frustration, Xia Ling was not in a hurry and lived a happy life.

No matter whether it was internal or external matters, there were people to help Xia Ling deal with them. All he had to do was to enjoy himself and watch the show behind the scenes.

"Matt, your so-called failure is just that you were unable to stop the bullet from hitting Vanessa in time, and that you were unable to persuade Kingpin to surrender, right?"

"Yes, Chief. I tried my best, but I couldn't prevent the tragedy. I felt deeply guilty about Vanessa's injury, and Kingpin's stubbornness left me helpless.

I thought that with my ability and belief in justice, I could lead him to the light, but the reality was far more complicated and cruel than I imagined."

Matt's voice revealed a hint of fatigue and helplessness. He also felt that he seemed to have taken things for granted. How could a gangster overlord like Kingpin give up so easily?
"Matt, you're wrong. All wrong. Your biggest mistake is taking yourself too seriously."

Xia Ling's words were like a heavy hammer, suddenly hitting Matt's heart, leaving him stunned.

He looked up at Xia Ling, his eyes full of confusion and astonishment.

"Commander, I don't understand..."

Matt's voice was trembling; he had never thought that his actions and beliefs would be questioned so directly.

"Do you think you are some kind of savior? Do you think you can eliminate evil with your own power?
You are inconsistent and cannot distinguish between friend and foe. You once captured Jin Bing and sent him to jail, only to have him acquitted the next day.

You once swept through Hell's Kitchen, but you were too timid to kill any of the arrogant gangsters.

Finally, do you think that justice and peace can be restored by simply handing them over to the judiciary?
It turns out that your biggest dream is to be a dog for the rich and powerful."

Matt opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out.

When I think about it carefully, it seems that what I have done has not led Hell's Kitchen to develop in a good direction.

Except for the fact that the gangs in Hell's Kitchen became much more obedient after the Punisher, whom he disliked, killed a lot of people, the gangs were still the same as before he came and after he took action.

Now, the Dagon Church, which he regarded as a threat, has managed Hell's Kitchen in an orderly manner and seems to be thriving.

"Commander, what do you think I should do?"

"In fact, you already have the answer in your heart, so why ask me?"

Matt lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

Xia Ling had no intention of continuing to say anything to this tool man. He knew that too much is as bad as too little, so he had to "guide" him slowly.

All the gods in Marvel have disappeared, and the various superheroes or super villains who remain have to find a god to support them.

A nationwide chicken-eating game would surely be a popular event.

However, Xia Ling has other plans for this piece of land in New York. Maybe it would be a good starting point for the chicken-eating contest?

"Mr. Wilson, these are the gangsters who attacked you yesterday." Wesley stood in front of Kingpin and reported to him the intelligence he had obtained from his investigation.

Kingpin is still in the hospital. Vanessa's life or death is still uncertain. He is worried about his wife and is unwilling to leave.

Therefore, Wesley can only report here.

"So, not only the Russians, but also the Sicilian mafia are involved?"

It was impossible to tell whether Kingpin was happy or angry in his words, but Wesley, who was familiar with him, understood that this mad lion was extremely angry.

Wesley admires his boss very much, especially today.

Mrs. Vanessa was shot, and Kingpin, who took the initiative to block the bullet for her, was naturally no exception.

But even though he was hit by several bullets, he only went through simple treatment at the hospital and after the bullets were removed, he was like nothing happened and was still able to guard outside Mrs. Vanessa's ward.

What a terrifying vitality and willpower. Wesley believed that he could not do it and it was impossible for him to do it. Therefore, he believed even more that this man would reach the top sooner or later, and he would become his Prime Minister of the Empire.

"Yes, Mr. Wilson. Preliminary investigations show that this attack was planned by multiple forces, including the Russian Mafia and the Sicilian Mafia. They all seem to have designs on your sphere of influence."

There was a hint of caution in Wesley's tone when he reported. He knew that Kingpin was on the verge of a rage at the moment, and any slight provocation could lead to unpredictable consequences.

Kingpin was silent for a moment, then he slowly said, "Wesley, notify everyone and prepare for a fight. Whoever dares to touch my family must be prepared to bear my wrath."

Wesley was startled when he heard this, and immediately responded, "Yes, Mr. Wilson, I'll arrange it right away." After that, he turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Kingpin again.

"Also, strengthen the protection of Vanessa. I will not allow any mistakes to happen again."

A hint of tenderness returned to Jin Bing's eyes, but then turned cold again.

"Understood, Mr. Wilson. I will mobilize the most elite forces to ensure Madam's safety."

Wesley said, and quickly left the ward to carry out Kingpin's orders.

Kingpin stood alone outside the ward, looking through the glass window at Vanessa who was sleeping inside, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

He gently stroked his wound, which was still aching slightly, but compared to the pain in his heart, this pain seemed insignificant.

"Vanessa, I won't let your injuries go in vain. Those who dare to challenge me, Kingpin, will pay the price."

He whispered to himself, as if he was making a promise to his unconscious wife and also to cheer himself up.

"Even if Vanessa is lucky enough to survive this time, as your business grows bigger and stronger, similar assassinations are inevitable. Can she really be spared next time?"

The inexplicable voice came again, and Jin Bing looked around again, but there was no one there. Was this voice an illusion or was it really some unknown existence talking to him?
"I don't know who you are, or what you want to do. If you want to use me, then show yourself. I won't cooperate with a sneaky rat."

After Jin Bing whispered these words, he looked around again, but still no response.

In the silent corridor, it felt as if one was isolated in a different dimension.

(End of this chapter)