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"That place is a den of iniquity with huge cash flow, and many of Kingpin's bosses also like to go there for entertainment."

"We made our move in the evening."

Peter looked at the wound; the shallow abrasion had already begun to heal, and nodded.

As evening approached, Matt's lawyer finally replied: "You were being followed, but you are now safe."

Lin Nan finally felt relieved; with his experience, he still had to watch Daredevil.

Evening arrived quickly, and the Golden Club in Midtown Manhattan opened on time, bustling with activity and glittering with lights.

Lin Nan's wing form covered his entire body as he hid in the shadows and observed the club.

Not far from him, Peter was hanging upside down on a fire escape of an apartment building, holding a makeshift remote-controlled detonator in his hand.

Just now, they had thoroughly scouted the location and packed everything they needed to. Everything was ready except for the final push.

As for the bullseye, it has not yet appeared thanks to the reconnaissance capabilities of the Dream Capsule.

"Lin, security here is very strong," Peter's voice came through Lin Nan's phone.

"That's normal. Kingpin is an old fox. At this critical juncture, he will definitely strengthen security."

The two remained hidden in the shadows, quietly waiting for time to pass. The Golden Club grew increasingly crowded, a lively mix of electronic music and human voices.

By 10 o'clock, the club's crowd had reached its peak.

Lin Nan, speaking through the internal communication system, said in a deep voice, "Make your move!"

“Received!” Peter replied, pressing several buttons in his hand at the same time.

Buzzing...

Electromagnetic pulses hidden throughout the club were activated! The club's extravagant lights, electronic screens, and guests' cell phones instantly went out and crashed.

The deafening electronic music was all turned off, and the dense crowd gasped and cursed.

"What's going on? Is there a power outage?"

"What happened to my phone?!"

"Damn it, what the hell is going on?!"

But that wasn't all. Immediately afterwards, the ventilation vents in each area emitted a whooshing sound, and thick, pungent white smoke billowed out from the pipes, quickly filling the entire club from all directions.

"Is it on fire?!"

"Security? Where is security?!"

Panic broke out among the crowd, and the sounds of pushing, cursing, and beer bottles falling to the ground filled the air.

Kingpin's henchmen and guards realized this was not an accident, and some of them had already switched off the backup power in an attempt to restore the lights and maintain order.

And this is just the appetizer. From the guard, through the passage, to the location of the power switch, it takes at least half a minute, and in that half minute, a lot can be done.

Lin Nan's red compound eyes suddenly lit up, and plasma propulsion wings unfolded, shooting out from the shadows like arrows and appearing on the side of the club in an instant.

He raised his arm, gathered his energy, and slashed at the huge cable interface in the corner of the rooftop.

With a snap!

A dazzling spark flew as the cable was instantly severed, and Lin Nan only felt a slight numbness in his arm.

At the same time, Peter made his move, flicking his wrist and shooting out clusters of spider silk imbued with electromagnetic waves.

With a few sharp snaps, the projectiles landed precisely on the electrical distribution box on the exterior wall sign and on the receiver for encrypted communication.

The large signs on the exterior wall went out one after another, and the crowd inside began to stir.

"Withdraw!" After doing all this, Lin Nan decisively issued the retreat order, made a turn in the air, and headed towards the retreat point, with Peter following closely behind.

The entire process took less than a minute, leaving behind only a mess, guests cursing incessantly, and guards and thugs with varying attitudes.

In the club's top-floor office, a middle-aged man with a deathly pale face was yelling into a walkie-talkie, but there was only a crackling sound of electricity on the other end, with no response.

Afterwards, he listened to his subordinates' report, his eyes darting around. Today's pranks by these mysterious figures were a slap in Kingpin's face, and considering the series of incidents that had followed…

He could already imagine the horrific and bloody reaction Kingpin would make!

Chapter 44 George's Speed

The atmosphere in Kingpin's penthouse was extremely oppressive.

Wilson Fisk stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking New York, the burning cigar in his hand crumpled in his hand.

He had already received the message from his subordinates.

The attack on the Gold Club, though without any casualties, appears to have been just a prank.

But in reality, aside from the economic losses, Kingpin's face was practically rubbed into the ground.

Those insects that were causing trouble in the shadows not only did not restrain themselves, but after he used his bullseye to hunt them down, they jumped out and fiercely provoked him.

It's foreseeable that after this news gets out, those restless people under him will definitely have other ideas.

It's been a long time since anyone dared to provoke or mock like this.

“Very good…” Kingpin’s facial muscles twitched as he sneered.

This style of doing things is simple, meticulous, and effective, with a touch of mischief, something Spider-Man would never do.

As for Daredevil, his old rival Kingpin knows him well. This red demon of the night is cunning and difficult to deal with, but his style leans more towards bloody and violent confrontations.

It was that mysterious man who dealt with Harris; they really did team up.

Kingpin took a deep drag on his cigar and pressed it to his palm; the intense pain finally calmed him down.

"Have you received any news from Bullseye?" Kingpin asked.

Soon, a subordinate ran over and bowed, saying, "Mr. Bullseye has confirmed that the sniping attempt this morning did not hit Spider-Man. He has already escaped, and his whereabouts are very secretive."

Kingpin waved his massive hand: "Tell Bullseye to forget about Spider-Man for now. Take care of those troublemakers down there first. I want everyone to know that anyone who dares to have a disloyal heart will only face death!"

"Yes, boss!"

His men withdrew, and Kingpin slumped his massive frame into his chair, growing increasingly silent, like a giant beast lurking in the darkness.

As for those troublemakers, Spider-Man and his crew must not be let off the hook!

Then, he picked up the phone and dialed a number.

The call was answered quickly, and a clown-like, comical voice came through: "Hey, Erson, long time no see. Calling me at this hour, are you looking to buy me a drink?"

"I need your help. Some little bugs have been acting up lately, and I need your eyes to spot them." Kingpin's voice carried an irresistible authority.

The person on the other end of the phone chuckled twice: "Hehe, looks like you've run into a little trouble. You know me, first of all, the reward is very high, and secondly, I only provide information and don't get involved in your conflict."

Then, after a pause, the person on the other end said, "If I find anything that interests me, I need to have priority in handling it."

Kingpin replied without hesitation: "Money is not a big problem. The important thing is the result. Everything else will be done according to the old rules, just like you said."

"Okay, Fisk, it's a pleasure doing business with you."

Kingpin hung up the phone and stared at the reports on the table.

The reports all concerned the police actions taken today.

They seem to have increased their focus on several old cases.

Putting aside the police's actions, the recent series of events gave him a bad feeling.

Kingpin already felt a large net being drawn towards him.

We've lived in peace for so many years, why is someone suddenly jumping out?

But no matter who the other party was, he was not afraid. He was Wilson Fisker, the underground emperor of New York, and he would never sit idly by and wait to die!

Meanwhile, Lin Nan and Peter had already evacuated and gathered in an abandoned warehouse.

"Well done, Peter," Lin Nan said with a smile.

Peter scratched his head: "You planned this well. Kingpin's big face must have had a very interesting expression today."

Lin Nan nodded, then reminded him, "Kingpin has been around for so many years, it's deeply rooted and powerful, so we still need to be careful in the future."

Suddenly, Lin Nan's phone received an encrypted message from Daredevil.

"A joint operation involving the police, S.H.I.E.L.D., the District Attorney, and the FBI is expected to commence within 24 hours, spearheaded by George. Be prepared!"

Lin Nan was overjoyed. So fast? S.H.I.E.L.D. and George are really efficient!

He turned to Peter and said, "Detective George is going to make his move soon, within a day. We need to be prepared."

"So fast?!" Peter exclaimed excitedly. "Do we need help?"

Lin Nan shook his head: "We don't need to intervene in the official actions. We just need to pay attention to Kingpin's desperate last stand. He must have had a backup plan all these years. We can't let him get away."

Lin Nan finally breathed a sigh of relief. He wondered how much karmic value this would bring. He also wondered what the situation was like in New Mexico.

Time passed quietly, and the assassins and guards disguised as drunken thugs near Kingpin's mansion had all been cleared out.

Several black vans filled with armed special police officers were parked at the intersections of several main roads in the vicinity, and sniper teams were also deployed at the high-rise buildings, their guns pointed at every exit of the mansion.

Two helicopters hovered in the sky, looking down at the earth.

There were no sirens blaring, no negotiators shouting through megaphones; the air grew increasingly quiet.

The mansion was deathly silent. Kingpin, dressed in a white suit, stood behind the bulletproof floor-to-ceiling window.

He had already received word that the area was surrounded. Besides the fully armed elite special police, the unmarked black vehicles belonged to S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel.

These forces reached a tacit agreement and jointly attempted to eliminate him.

It seems that the accountant he always trusted had handed over quite a lot of things.

But can these facts really get him thrown in jail? Absolutely not!

Kingpin picked up the phone again, and this time it was answered quickly, ringing only once.

"Wilson, I've found something interesting..." The voice on the other end was no longer like a clown's; instead, it was filled with a heavy tone.

“I don’t have time. The police and S.H.I.E.L.D.’s loyal dogs are here,” Kingpin interrupted. “What I need you to do is take that bone out of my safe and destroy all connections between us.”