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Three seconds after the clown Erin's pen left the notebook.

On the slightly yellowed paper in the "Question Notebook," a line of elegant handwriting appeared, word by word.

It was as if someone from another time and space, holding a pen, wrote down the answer to Erin's question on this piece of paper.

"Westminster Central Hall, London, England!"

? ? ? ? ?

Looking at the words appearing in the "Question Notebook," several rows of question marks seemed to appear on the clown Erin's forehead.

Almost subconsciously.

The clown Erin then used divination to confirm whether the news was accurate.

Is Alexander Pearce in Westminster Central Hall, London, England?

"Is Alexander Pierce...?"

After receiving the same answer seven times in a row, the clown Erin looked at the line of text displayed in the [Question Notebook] and couldn't help but sigh slightly.

Good guy.

Does this Alexander Pierce have the ability to foresee the future?

Just when I was about to have a heart-to-heart talk with the other person, they crossed halfway around the world and appeared on the other side of the globe.

Even if Erin booked the earliest flight to London, it would still take most of the day to get there.

And by the time the Joker Arryn arrives in London, he might have already flown off to some remote corner.

I don't have time to play hide-and-seek with him!

No wonder the other party has been able to revive the declining Hydra over the years, even becoming the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and turning S.H.I.E.L.D. into a snake-like organization.

And as a head of intelligence, he was able to leave his post alive and unharmed.

It has to be said that Alexander Pierce is indeed quite skilled.

Putting aside other things.

Alexander Pierce has maxed out his passive dodge skill!

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Due to distance, and some uncertainties.

Somewhat reluctantly, Joker Erin temporarily shelved his idea of ​​talking to his creditor, Alexander Pierce.

Since they couldn't talk to Alexander Pierce, their biggest creditor.

Let's find a different creditor then!

Among the group that had previously attacked him.

In addition to the agents sent by Hydra, there were also Kingpin's gunmen.

Alexander Pierce ran away too fast, and I can't find him for the time being. Surely Kingpin, the so-called emperor of the New York underworld, wouldn't run away at this time too!

Just as the Joker Arryn was trying to write Kingpin's name in the Question Notebook so that it would tell him where Kingpin was,

Such a question appeared in that slightly yellowed "Question Notebook".

"If you were to die in three seconds, what would be the one thing you most want to do in those last three seconds?"

Without much hesitation, the clown Erin wrote down the following sentence in his notebook.

Clear your phone's browsing history!

The clown Erin's answer seemed to cause the [Question Notebook] to pause for a moment.

After quite a while.

The writing on the notebook slowly disappeared.

"Is that all?"

Looking at the notebook, now "brand new" after the writing disappeared, the clown Erin seemed somewhat surprised by the mildness of the side effects of this "Question Notebook".

There's no challenge at all.

After pursing his lips, the clown Erin didn't waste any more time.

He simply wrote down the second question in his notebook.

Where is Wilson Fisk, the underground emperor of New York known as "Kingpin," now?

After finishing the second question, Erin touched his phone and then put it back in his pocket.

Same as before.

Three seconds after Erin's pen tip left the notebook.

On the slightly yellowed paper in the "Question Notebook," another line of writing appeared.

The location of Kingpin is clearly marked above.

"Fisk Tower in Hell's Kitchen, Level 3 (Bottom Line)!"

Fisker Building!

Having spent so much time in Hell's Kitchen, Erin certainly knew about the infamous Fisk Tower.

The Fisk Building is located on the edge of Hell's Kitchen.

It is the tallest building in Hell's Kitchen and one of Kingpin's masterpieces.

This symbolizes Kingpin's status in Hell's Kitchen, while the Fisker Building, located on the edge of Hell's Kitchen, also foreshadows Kingpin's ambition to establish himself in Hell's Kitchen while looking out to other parts of New York.

Kingpin, who had dominated Hell's Kitchen before extending his reach to all of New York, would spend most of the month in this building that he had made his headquarters.

only.

However, as Kingpin's business grew larger and his criminal empire began to dominate New York, conflicts between Kingpin's criminal empire and other New York gangs intensified.

Large gangs that were unwilling to accept Kingpin's rise, or worried about being suppressed by Kingpin after its rise.

They launched a desperate counterattack against Kingpin.

During that period of time.

Kingpin survived dozens of assassination attempts while he was inside the Fisker Tower.

On one occasion, an arms dealer who was involved in arms smuggling even disguised himself as a cleaner and planted several powerful bombs inside the Fisk Building.

If Kingpin hadn't noticed something was wrong...

If the explosion had been prevented.

Kingpin would probably be blown to bits along with Fisker Tower that time.

Since then, Kingpin's whereabouts have become even more secretive.

He rarely even appears in the Fisker Tower, which he built as his headquarters.

Basically, whatever happened, he would have his agent, Felix Manning, handle it, while he himself would remain hidden in the shadows, silently observing everything.

And this time...

Kingpin, who should have been hiding somewhere else, appeared inside the Fisk Tower.

After confirming through divination once again that Kingpin was in the Fisk Tower, the Joker Erin, a thought flashed through his mind.

"Is it a coincidence, or is Kingpin, who is rumored to rarely appear at the Fisk Tower, actually staying there all along?"

Is the most dangerous place the safest place?

"This King Pin seems to have a deep understanding of military strategy?"

"However, this does make things easier for me, saving me the trouble of searching for people everywhere..."

After providing the answer.

Another question appeared in the "Question Notebook".

"If you were to die in three seconds, in those final three seconds of your life, would you choose to delete the records on your phone or the data on your computer's hard drive?"

Faced with the question from the "Question Notebook" again, the clown Erin revealed a disdainful sneer.

Do we even need to choose between these two options?

If it were me, I would definitely choose to delete the study materials on my computer.

After the clown Erin wrote down his answer.

A question mark "?" suddenly appeared below his answer.

Why?

Seemingly sensing the confusion in the notebook, the clown Erin casually wrote in it: "Is there even a need to choose?"

"I formatted my phone before you even asked that question. There's no browsing history on this crappy phone anymore. In this situation, wouldn't it be stupid not to delete the study materials from my computer's hard drive?"

After making a sarcastic remark about the "Question Notebook"

The clown Erin wrote in his notebook, "I only asked two questions, but answered three of yours, so now you owe me one."

[Question Notebook]: "······"

a long time.

A slightly distorted "good" appeared in the "Question Notebook".

A good while passed before the distorted character for "good" gradually faded and then disappeared.

With a "snap!" Clown Erin slammed the somewhat weak "Question Notebook" shut with a hint of disdain.

You said it could easily cause social death, so why won't you answer the "no" question?

That's it?

After shaking his head, the clown Erin put the "Question Notebook" into the "Greed Ring".

The previous owner of this "Question Notebook" was no good; he seemed like an honest person.

Even such a simple question can be a source of frustration.

It seems I need to find some time to properly train this "Question Notebook" and make it understand the treacherous nature of this world.

otherwise.

If it keeps asking stupid questions, won't that make me, its owner, look stupid?

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The Fisker Building is located at a very high altitude.

So, almost as soon as Erin looked up, he saw the tallest building in Hell's Kitchen.

"Well, since we've decided to deal with Kingpin, let's make some preparations first!"

For example, go and borrow some ammunition first.

The clown, Erin, has no desire to perform without preparation.

A few minutes later, Erin, carrying a backpack, walked out of a gang hideout in Hell's Kitchen.

The nauseating odors that filled the building had completely dissipated.

"What a pity! I was originally going to ask you if you wanted to join the rebellion."

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A dozen minutes later.

As the clown Erin strolled briskly through an alley, he was shocked to find Elena, the long-legged beauty who had once helped him clean, pleading desperately with a group of people in the alley.

"Davis, please, give me back that money. It's for Michael's surgery. He's going to die if he doesn't have the surgery soon."

"I will make up for yesterday's commission tonight."

"Just one day, I only need one day's grace."

A tall, thin, and cold-looking white man in front of Elena shoved her, who was blocking his way, into a pile of garbage nearby.

He completely ignored Elena's desperate pleas and said in an almost icy tone, "Rules are rules. In Hell's Kitchen, no one can break the rules set by Kingpin."

"You secretly kept the tip from the customer yesterday, which violated the rules of Hell's Kitchen."

"If it weren't for the fact that this is your first offense, we wouldn't have just taken ten times the hidden tip as a 'fine'."

"However, Elena, Kingpin's mercy only comes once. If you do it again next time, it won't be something that money can solve."

As he spoke, the tall, thin Davis glanced at Elena and said, "As for your good-for-nothing brother, why keep him suffering in the hospital? It would be better to let him die. Without that burden, you might actually have an easier time in the future."

"No······"

Upon hearing this, Elena struggled to climb out of the garbage heap and grabbed Davis's right leg with both hands, saying, "No, Davis, please, please help me just this once. I'll do anything you ask of me from now on, as long as it saves Michael."

I'll do anything.

Upon hearing this, the tall and thin Davis glanced at Elena, who was beautiful and dressed in an exceptionally hot and sexy manner, and a hint of desire unconsciously flashed in his eyes.

But just as he was about to speak...

A cough came from behind him.

After hearing that cough, which seemed to be a reminder.

Davis seemed to recall how his friend had broken Kingpin's rules because of his soft heart, which led to their boss personally tearing his beating heart out of his chest.

Recalling his companion's tragic fate, Davis's newly arising desire was instantly suppressed.

After quickly kicking Elena away, Davis left the alley with his companions who were also responsible for "collecting debts" and keeping a watchful eye on each other.

Elena, left behind after being kicked to the ground and barely able to stand up in pain, watched them leave, letting out desperate wails.

"No······"

Listening to the wails coming from the alley.

Several pedestrians passing by the alley glanced at it briefly before looking away and going about their business.

The majority of people staying in Hell's Kitchen are illegal immigrants from all over the world, criminals hiding their identities, and a large number of gangsters.

In Hell's Kitchen, no one pities the weak, and no one likes to meddle in other people's business.

it's here.

Compassion is an expensive luxury.

Seeing Elena curled up in a ball, crying in the garbage heap, the clown Erin seemed to realize something. He turned and walked into the alley.

A few seconds later, he knelt down in front of Elena, who was lying on the ground, and asked with a smile:

"Miss, are you free tonight?"

As he spoke, the clown Erin took off the clown mask he had worn when he left, revealing the face that had appeared before Elena.

The exaggerated smiling faces drawn with paint seem to be imbued with special emotions, possessing a powerful infectiousness, as if seeing them would make people laugh.

Upon hearing the voice, Elena instinctively looked up.

The next second, that familiar yet unfamiliar face came into her view.

After a few seconds of confusion, a look of astonishment flashed across Elena's face.

"It's you..."

Before Elena could scream, the clown Erin's gloved fingers pressed against Elena's pale lips.

"Shh!"

After making a shushing gesture with his other hand near his mouth, the clown Erin slowly released his fingers from Elena's lips.

(End of this chapter)