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Chapter 10 You've already called yourself Iron Head Kung Fu, how could I possibly hit you on the head? (Please add to your favorites)

We, one of the biggest gangs in Hell's Kitchen, have been robbed!?

Are you kidding me?!
Hammerhead's already fierce face instantly turned a deep liver color, as if he had been slapped hard across the face.

He had just finished making a tough statement to Kingpin's spokesman, Wesley, declaring that no one dared to mess with the Magia gang, when someone dared to cause trouble on his turf!

He could even picture Wesley's barely suppressed smirk.

Anger surged to his head, and Hammerhead roughly shoved aside the two preening croupiers, stood up abruptly, and glared fiercely at the messenger.

"Was it done by the Demon Gang!?"

"No, they're not from the Demon Gang," the subordinate quickly replied.

This answer did not calm the hammer down; instead, it was like pouring a bucket of oil into a fire!
His eyes flashed with malice, and his voice was terrifyingly low: "It seems that our Magia gang has not established its authority for too long. Any fool who doesn't know his own mortality dares to jump out and trample on us!"

"Tell me, how many people did they send?!"

Faced with his boss, who was so enraged he seemed ready to devour someone, the subordinate swallowed hard and slowly raised a finger, his hand trembling.

"A hundred people?"

Hammerhead's brows furrowed into a knot; this was no small matter.

"No, it's one person."

"?"

Hammerhead froze, wondering if there was something wrong with his ears.

"Are you sure you're not kidding?"

"It really is the boss!"

After confirming it several times, Hammerhead's roar echoed through the private room.

"One person dares to cause trouble on my Magia Gang's territory? Where the hell are all our people?!"

The subordinate shrank back at the shout: "That guy's marksmanship is excellent. He's already killed more than thirty of us. We can't stop him at all."

"Trash! A bunch of trash!"

Hammerhead clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles cracked, gritting his teeth as he said, "I'd like to see which foolish bastard dares to do this."

Boom——! !

A huge explosion interrupted him!

A huge hole was blasted open in the wall of the private room, and smoke and dust mixed with rubble instantly filled the entire space!
A figure appeared leisurely, the golden Desert Eagle in his hand gleaming under the lights, almost blinding to the eye.

Du Mu strolled into the private room with an air of leisure, his gaze casually sweeping over the astonished crowd before finally settling on the big-headed doll with the hammer.

"You're the Iron Head Kung Fu master?"

Iron Head Kung Fu?
Is this calling me?

Hammerhead, bewildered, glared menacingly at the uninvited guest: "You're the one who's causing trouble on my turf, you idiot!?"

Du Mu spread his hands, his tone indifferent: "There's no other way. If you won't give me the money, then I'll have to resort to robbery."

Hammerhead's lips twitched violently.

If they don't give it to you, you'll just steal it? This kind of behavior is even more gangster-like than that of a criminal gang!

"Kill him for me!"

Hammerhead could no longer contain himself; his eyes blazed with murderous intent, and he roared out the order!
As soon as he finished speaking, the gangsters around him pulled out their guns and opened fire!
boom! boom! boom! boom--!
A series of rapid gunshots rang out in the private room, and bursts of bullets whistled towards Du Mu!

Du Mu rolled to the side to dodge, muttering, "They shoot without warning. The local gangs are so rude."

Death Eyes!

Time suddenly slowed down, and Du Mu, without even looking, raised his spear and fired.

boom!boom!boom!boom!boom!
The heads of the five gang members exploded instantly, and they fell straight to the ground.

The other gang members were terrified and pulled the triggers even more frantically, raining bullets down on Du Mu!
However, their resistance was futile against Du Mu, who was a cheat code. Gunshots rang out one after another, accompanied by short screams, and one gangster after another fell like wheat being cut down.

A dozen seconds later, the private box was filled with corpses, leaving only Hammerhead and Wesley alive on the field.

"Pah! Coward!"

Hammerhead glanced disdainfully at Wesley, who was lying under the sofa, and crawled out from under another sofa.

"Who exactly are you? Who sent you?"

Hammerhead stared warily at Du Mu.

He looked like a brute, but he wasn't stupid; the person in front of him was clearly after him.

"Since you've figured it out, I won't pretend anymore."

Du Mu's expression turned serious: "That's right, I'm a New York police officer. I was sent here to arrest you."

In fact, Du Mu accepted a mission from S.H.I.E.L.D. to investigate Hammerhead, an unusual mob boss.

Gangs are not usually under S.H.I.E.L.D.'s jurisdiction, but intelligence on Hammerhead indicates that he is extremely unusual. Some people have witnessed him being shot in the head without any damage and even being able to headbutt a speeding car, which is something no normal person could do.

Nick Fury therefore sent Dublin to Hell's Kitchen to investigate.

If the intelligence is true, then take it back and hand it over to the research department.

As for whether this is legal.
What do the actions of the NYPD officers have to do with S.H.I.E.L.D.?
Are you a NYPD officer?

Hammerhead stared at the blindingly bright golden Desert Eagle in Du Mu's hand with a strange expression.

Are NYPDs really this extravagant now?

Hammerhead's eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice, "No matter who you are, leave now, and I'll pretend nothing happened."

Perhaps out of fear of Du Mu's status and power, Hammerhead chose to back down for the time being.

Du Mu resolutely refused: "How could that be? I still need to bring you back to report."

"If there's no room for negotiation, then go die!"

Before he finished speaking, Hammerhead sprang up like a wild beast and charged toward Du Mu!

boom!
A dull gunshot sounded.

Hammerhead merely tilted his head slightly, and a golden bullet was embedded in his forehead, spinning futilely at high speed but unable to penetrate any further, finally falling helplessly to the ground.

"Hahaha! It's useless!"

Hammerhead easily flicked away the bullet mark on his forehead with his finger, laughing wildly: "I am unkillable! Not even bullets can harm me!"

Du Mu was a little surprised; he hadn't expected this guy to actually be able to withstand bullets.

After withstanding Du Mu's gunfire, Hammerhead's expression grew even more arrogant. He slammed his massive head against the ground and roared defiantly at Du Mu:
"Come on, you bastard! Keep hitting me here! I want to see...ahhh, my leg!!"

A crisp gunshot rang out.

Hammerhead suddenly collapsed to the ground, clutching his bleeding hairy leg and howling.

"Why didn't you shoot me in the head?!"

Hammerhead was in pain, mixed with disbelief and confusion.

In fact, his head was severely damaged in a brutal gang fight, and doctors later replaced it with a solid alloy skull, giving him an invulnerable head.

This is why the so-called legend of immortality arose, making him famous in the underworld.

To everyone's surprise, Du Mu, that unethical fellow, actually shot him in the knee!
"Nonsense! You call yourself Iron Head Kung Fu, even a fool would know your head is as hard as iron. Why would I keep hitting there? Am I crazy?"

Du Mu looked at him like he was an idiot. If he hadn't instinctively shot at the head with his first shot, Hammerhead wouldn't have even had a chance to utter a sound.

Hammerhead: "."

(End of this chapter)