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Also, notify the others to go to the front of these two tunnels and search from the nearest platform in reverse, encircling them from the front and back, and make sure to kill them here!"

Two teams, one on the left and one on the right, entered the tunnel.

Erica had calculated everything, but she still missed a step.

That is the number of people in the Hand.

Moreover, in order to kill her, he would use any means necessary.

So many that it can be sandwiched on both sides.

The tunnel was pitch black and pitch dark.

Every few dozen meters, there is a small strip of incandescent light emitting extremely weak light.

The air here is unusually stuffy because it has not been circulated for a long time.

Only the speeding subway brings some fresh air.

But for the huge tunnel.

The fresh air brought by the subway can be basically ignored.

And something is better than nothing.

Directly ahead of the subway is endless darkness.

There is no light at all.

Erica kept looking behind her as she walked.

Her eyes were like the bright stars in the sky, and she could see clearly even in a dim tunnel.

The makeup on her face has been torn off by her!

Although the disguise mask can cover the skin.

But it is just a layer of extra rubber after all.

Covering your face will make it difficult to breathe, let alone fight.

It’s a pity that it’s too dark here.

Fisk had no way of seeing Erica's full appearance.

I could only vaguely see part of her true appearance and the temperament she exuded.

In fact, Erica doesn't look like a pure killer from any angle. She is more like an extremely strict and cold teacher facing vicious bad students on campus. Especially her cold face shown in the white light that flickers every few steps, which makes Fisk inexplicably develop a strong desire to conquer her.

Especially her pair of long and slender legs, which, after she took off her disguise and was only wearing tights, were as tall as bamboo poles and looked like they came out of a comic book. They were straight and slender, adding a bit of indescribable sexiness to her.

Even though Erica was only wearing the most ordinary-looking flat shoes, she still looked tall and slim. Erica is not short, she looks about 1.8 meters tall, with that proud figure, she could be a supermodel without any exaggeration!

Lawyer Mark Murdoch is really lucky.

I don’t know how lucky he is to be able to find such a proud female killer as his girlfriend!

"When we get to the next station, we'll go our separate ways!"

Erica looked back at Fisk, and suddenly seemed to remember something and said, "Your name is Wilson Grant Fisk, right?"

"you know me?"

Erica shook her head decisively, "No!"

But the previous words still betrayed her completely.

She knows herself!

He even knew his full name!

Fisk is now, in a way, a dead man.

Ophelia knew this because there was a huge organization behind her.

Mrs. Stacy knew this because she was the one who had arranged this matter.

Sister Maria and Noriko knew.

Because she had known Fisk since childhood.

Melanie and Ella Maynard knew because Fazi told them.

Lester knew because he investigated it himself.

But... without exception, these people all keep their mouths shut.

Therefore, not even Vulture knows Fisk’s true identity, let alone his full name!

But...how could Erica know?

Fisk can confirm that.

He had never seen Erica before.

So how did Erica know him?

It’s…Mark Murdoch!

Fisk had sorted out all the connections through brainstorming almost in an instant... This matter must be related to Mark Murdoch, and he might even have found his own death record... That thing is not difficult to find, and anyone who is interested can find it.

Fisk suddenly felt guilty.

However, I immediately felt glad for my decision.

It seems that Fisker made the right decision this time.

Mark Murdoch must die!

As if he sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

Erica glanced over Fisk's face.

"what happened?"

"It's okay, I was just wondering, why do you know me?"

"Oh... I used to be a killer for the Hand, so it's normal for me to know you."

She is lying!

If Fisk's photo was really on the Hand's list, then Erica would never have sounded suspicious like that just now. Fisk was sure that she had never seen Kingpin, who had not yet become the king of the underground, and was not worthy of being on the Hand's list.

This also further confirms Fisk's conjecture.

"Da da da......"

There were footsteps coming from the front.

Although, one can feel that they are intentionally controlling their pace.

somebody is coming.

It came from right in front.

Considering that it is evening and almost the evening rush hour, the New York City municipal government is unlikely to carry out subway maintenance at this time.

So...the only possibility for the footsteps in front at this moment is that the killer from the Hand has arrived.

The two of them stopped at the same time.

They looked at each other.

The dim incandescent light on the wall made the expressions of both men look very serious.

"Lights off!"

Erica jumped onto the wall with a few big strides, and jumped quickly on the wall like an upright gecko. The blade hidden in her sleeve easily cut through the incandescent light bulb. Without the enclosed air, the incandescent light bulb went out immediately.

Compared to Erica, whose movements were gorgeous and graceful, like a dancer on the edge of a knife, Fisk's movements were much rougher.

He walked straight over, relying on his height advantage.

He pulled the incandescent light bulb off with one hand.

As the two of them took action, all the lights in the large area were soon turned off, and the sound of footsteps in the distance became clearly audible, and there were quite a few of them.

"come over!"

Erica suddenly found a subway inspection hatch.

She immediately growled at Fisk, "Come here."

As she spoke, Erica forcefully moved open the subway inspection hatch, revealing a relatively wide space underneath. It was called an inspection hatch, but it was actually a place to install speed measuring equipment, and there were all kinds of wires.

In order to prevent electric leakage and fire, the space of this maintenance area is not small.

In fact, it is much larger than you might imagine.

Can easily accommodate two people.

But...Fisk's size is here.

Everything may not be as easy as imagined.

But if we squeeze in, this small space can still accommodate everyone.

But the posture may not be so graceful.

Fisk pulled Erica into his arms, just like he had jumped out of the car before, and held her tightly, refusing to let go.

Erica's body trembled violently.

But then he forced himself to relax and let Fisk hold him.

An inexplicable feeling, coupled with the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer outside, made Erica feel very relaxed. Her muscles, as hard as a steel fortress, were tightly wrapped around her. This was a feeling she had never had before, even when facing Mark Murdoch, Erica had never had such a feeling.

Smelling the strong masculine scent with a hint of blood on Fisk, Erica's body, which had been tense due to being chased, softened.

Their bodies were almost touching.

Fisk put his arms around Erica's slender waist that seemed to have no bones, and rested his chin on her head. There was no smell at all. As a killer, Erica never used any toiletries that could leave any smell on her.

However, Fisk was still shocked by Erica's towering cliffs.

Erica binds her breasts every day.

This was originally intended to allow Erica to fight better.