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Facing the double attack of Kingpin and Bullseye, Sean's muscles tensed up, and his transformed and tyrannical body surged with inhuman strength. Time seemed to slow down at this moment. He strode forward suddenly, without a trace of movement. Not afraid of the heavy cane striking violently, or the sizzling white light.

The whole person was like a sharp arrow that left the string, and suddenly hit the mafia emperor's strong body like a mountain.

Click!

A clear sound of shattering resounded in the broken and messy room. The furious Jin Bin opened his eyes wide with an incredible look of shock. His extremely strong and huge body flew into the air, like a mammoth that had been knocked away. With a sound There was a loud bang and he fell heavily to the floor.

The white electric current emitted from the cane hit Sean like a long whip, making a crackling sound, but it did not cause him to twitch all over and fall to the ground paralyzed.

The tiny electric current is absorbed by the sponge like water flow, and is swallowed up by the hungry cells in Sean's body. The tyrannical body transformed by the mysterious potion can even absorb and utilize the energy of the star's light, not to mention that it is only a threat to ordinary people. high voltage current!

"Do you only know how to use these gadgets?" Sean turned to look at Bullseye, holding the shining knife in his hand.

Bullseye, one of Kingpin's closest men, was speechless for a moment. He stared blankly at the underworld emperor lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. A chill suddenly came out of his heart, as if the shadow of death shrouded him. of the head.

"Your boss is not dead yet, but he will be soon." Sean smiled slightly, "Are you going to accompany him, Mr. Bullseye?"

Before Bullseye could open his mouth to answer, a quick cold light flashed across the air. The cruel killer, whose hands were stained with unknown amounts of blood, stared blankly. An indescribable cold feeling hit his heart, and he slowly fell down. A sharp throwing knife is stuck on the gun target pattern on his forehead.

After solving Bullseye, the cold-blooded killer, Sean strolled to Kingpin's side and looked down at the ruler of New York's underground world. The underworld emperor's chest had collapsed, as if he had been hit head-on by a train, and his sternum was completely shattered. His mouth and nose spewed out a large amount of blood involuntarily, and his breathing became rapid and weak. It can be predicted that this terrifying boss who made the New York underworld fearful will reach the end of his life soon.

"Mr. Wilson Fisk, please sign for this one-way ticket from hell." Sean looked at the struggling underworld emperor with a cold look in his eyes.

Kingpin tried his best to reach out and grab Sean's trousers, his eyes full of reluctance. He never thought that he and Bullseye would suffer defeat at the hands of a young boy, those vicious villains, thugs who kill without blinking an eye. , have all knelt down at their feet, humblely offering their loyalty and dignity.

From a small gang leader in Hell's Kitchen, he finally climbed up to the throne of the gang boss by relying on his courage to fight and his ruthlessness, and finally became the ruler of the New York underworld. During this period, he experienced many life and death crises. , the Irish entrenched in Hell's Kitchen, the ferocious and powerful Russians, and the powerful Japanese Hand, all of these people fell on their way forward.

Kingpin relied on the illegal business in Hell's Kitchen to accumulate a large amount of money and capital, and established a powerful underworld group. Then he packaged himself as a successful real estate businessman, entered the upper class, and even chatted and laughed with the mayor and police chief. , on an equal footing, who would have thought that this fat bald man with a sincere and enthusiastic appearance would turn out to be a gangster with a terrifying reputation.

But all this has now become a dream. Feeling the passage of his life bit by bit, the underworld emperor's vision gradually blurred and his eyes lost focus. This young boy was like a terrible demon that suddenly broke out and ended him with one hand. of all your dreams and grand undertakings.

"Ho ho..."

Seeing what Kingpin wanted to say, Sean looked calm. It was no longer difficult for him to end a living life with his own hands. This world is not beautiful, just like a hell full of chaos and sin. The kitchen is just as cold and cruel.

"We don't know each other, and you haven't offended me, but I'm sorry, Mr. Wilson Fisk, I have to stand at a higher position. In order to achieve this goal, someone always has to be sacrificed." Sean kicked away casually. The underworld emperor pinched the hem of his trousers and said, "It's just like you need to kick away the stumbling blocks in front of you in order to become a gangster from a young gangster. Thinking about it, you never care about those things you put in a sack and thrown into the Hades." The innocent souls of Xunhe."

Jin Bin's aura became weaker and weaker. He listened to the young boy's words and felt relieved. He had always regarded himself as a hunter, but he never expected that one day he would become prey in the eyes of others.

At the last moment of his life, the memories buried deep in his heart became vivid. His grumpy father beat his mother in the kitchen. At a young age, he tremblingly raised the hammer in his hand, and a large amount of blood came into view. , and the demon in his heart awakened from then on... He dropped out of school and joined a gang, began to sell marijuana pills in the streets, and participated in gang fights... He personally killed a small boss who was against him, and then successfully became a gang boss... …

The memory pictures flashed before my eyes one by one like a slideshow, and finally stopped at the back of a slim and beautiful woman. That was a woman named Vanessa, who ran a well-known gallery, elegant and generous, Jin Bin, who had always been indifferent to feelings, had a rare feeling of being moved.

it's a pity……

Kingpin's eyes showed nostalgia for this world, and he breathed his last breath with difficulty. The boundless darkness swallowed everything, and the underworld emperor of Hell's Kitchen, the ruler of the New York underworld, died.

The biting night wind blew in through the cracked floor-to-ceiling windows. Sean looked out the window at the bustling night scene with a faint smile on his lips.

"You still have three minutes to leave." Little Loli's voice came from the communicator.

Sean glanced at the cold body lying on the ground, and then made a phone call.

…………

In the wealthy area of ​​Hell's Kitchen, in a duplex apartment.

James Wesley was a little restless, holding the phone in his hand, with complicated emotions surging in his eyes. As Kingpin's trusted personal assistant, he had extraordinary status and power in Hell's Kitchen.

The rational and calm Wesley knew that everyone's respect and fear for him originated from the terrifying underworld emperor, who was only the executor and spokesperson of Kingpin's personal will.

"Should I tell Mr. Fisk?"

Wesley turned around on his phone. How should he explain it to the boss? That a madman broke into his home last night and made wild promises about killing the underworld emperor of Hell's Kitchen? !

Sighing softly, Wesley put down the phone. He didn't know what he was expecting in his heart. Is it worth believing what a madman said?

Mr. Fisk has used his terrifying reputation over the years to prove his unshakable and solid position in Hell's Kitchen. Even the last time the Japanese Hand dispatched many elite ninjas, they ended up losing troops and returning without success.

How could that guy with an unknown origin dare to say that he could kill the underworld emperor and his powerful bodyguard Bullseye? !

Wesley laughed to himself, was he really blinded by ambition? To actually believe the ravings of a madman.

Buzz!

The cell phone placed on the table suddenly vibrated. Wesley subconsciously picked it up quickly and found that it was an unfamiliar number. He hesitated to answer the call and heard a familiar voice from the other side.

"Hello, Mr. Wesley, you should still remember me. After all, we had a friendly conversation last night."

Wesley felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his heart was filled with turmoil. His body was trembling slightly, and deep down in his heart he seemed to be vaguely expecting to hear some news. It was an expectation and desire that he would never dare to think about at ordinary times.

"Tomorrow, you will become the new emperor of Hell's Kitchen. Are you ready, Mr. Wesley?"

The voice spoke easily, as if stating something trivial.

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