American comic: Checking in, Gwen in black stockings rolls her eyes.

The fugitives who were roaring and charging forward suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Their bodies seemed to be frozen in place, their ferocious and crazed expressions instantly solidified, replaced by an extreme and indescribable fear.

"no, do not want……"

Some people wanted to beg for mercy, but only a hoarse, leaky sound came from their throats.

The next moment, their bodies began to disintegrate silently, from the inside out.

It wasn't an explosion, nor was it turning into a bloody mist; rather, it was an even more bizarre and terrifying annihilation.

It's like being erased from the canvas of reality, pixel by pixel, bit by bit, by an eraser.

There were no screams, no blood, not even a sound.

Jessica stared in shock at the dozen or so thugs rushing towards her.

Along with the survivors lying on the ground groaning, including the burly Russian man Ivanov with his chest caved in.

The middle-aged Mexican man with twisted arms.

In this deathly silence, they all transformed into the smallest particles and completely dissipated into the air.

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A gentle breeze swept by, stirring up a few fallen leaves on the ground, as if nothing had happened.

Only the wrecked luxury cars and the shallow, cracked craters on the ground testified to the brief but terrifying conflict that had just taken place here.

Jessica took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in her heart.

. . .

She knew Lin Feng was very strong, but every time she saw him make a move, the incomprehensible, divinely punishing power still filled her with sincere awe and fascination.

Lin Feng turned around, and his indifferent gaze, which could make even gods and demons tremble, instantly transformed into a gentle, spring-like tenderness when he saw Jessica.

"let's go."

He spoke softly, as if he had only done a trivial thing.

"Ah."

Jessica nodded obediently, naturally took Lin Feng's arm, and pressed her body tightly against him.

It was as if only in this way could she find a sense of peace and warmth amidst the extreme terror she had just experienced.

It gives people a sense of peace.

....superior.

294: The Truth Society, the Hand of God!

The two left together.

The figure disappeared into the depths of the manor, leaving behind a scene of desolation and deathly silence.

……

Less than half an hour after Lin Feng and Jessica left, several black minivans silently drove into the area.

The car door opened, and a group of elite soldiers dressed in black tactical uniforms and wearing fox masks quickly got out.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, exuding a chilling aura, clearly indicating they were members of the Assassin's Guild.

Leading the group was none other than Fox, a man with a voluptuous figure and red hair.

She walked to the scene, looked at the wrecked vehicles and the cracks in the ground, and a look of solemnity flashed in her beautiful eyes.

A faint, unsettling scent lingered in the air.

"Boss, no bodies or bloodstains were found at the scene, but judging from the extent of the vehicle damage and the impact marks, there were at least thirty people here just now," a subordinate reported.

Fox nodded; she certainly knew what had happened.

All of this was part of Lin Feng's plan.

The destruction of the Truth Society will inevitably attract a pack of wolves to its side.

Lin Feng chose to use the most direct and shocking method to announce to the entire underground world that this territory had changed hands.

"Clean up the scene and suppress the news."

Fox gave the order.

"From today onwards, everything of the Truth Society will be taken over by our Assassin's Guild. We will announce to the outside world that any force that dares to provoke us will meet the same fate as these cars on the ground."

"Yes!"

The Assassin Guild operated with extreme efficiency, erasing all traces completely before dawn.

However, the news could not be contained.

Within hours, the leaders of major underground forces around the world almost simultaneously received a message that sent chills down their spines—

Their delegation, sent to New York with the intention of dividing up the Truth Society's legacy, was completely wiped out and vanished without a trace!

In Tokyo, inside a traditional dojo, an elderly man dressed in a kimono stands.

With a "crack," he crushed the teacup in his hand.

The scalding tea spilled all over his hand, but he seemed oblivious. Kneeling before him were high-ranking members of the yakuza organization, each one trembling with fear...

"They...they've all disappeared? Even the Jonin of the Iga school..."

The old man's voice was hoarse and filled with disbelief.

In an old manor in Sicily, the man known as "The Godfather" puts down his cigar.

For the first time, confusion and fear appeared on his weathered face.

"No gunshots, no explosions, not even... no distress signals. It's as if they were wiped off the face of the earth by God... New York, when did such monsters appear?"

In Mexico, at the drug lord's base, all was deathly silent.

The members who were celebrating their imminent control of the North American drug distribution network just a moment ago now look like chickens with their necks being choked.

They stared in horror at the encrypted intelligence coming through the satellite phone.

Then, an even more significant piece of news came.

The "Assassin's Guild," once as famous and mysterious as the Truth Society, has announced in a high-profile manner that it will take over all of the Truth Society's businesses and territories.

In an instant, the entire underground world was thrown into an uproar.

"Was it done by the Assassin's Guild?"

.....

295: The God of Symbiotes!!

"Impossible! Although the Assassin's Guild is powerful, it is absolutely impossible for them to silently wipe out so many elites from our forces in an instant!"

"There must be something even more terrifying behind this!"

"That man... that Asian man with Jessica Jones, who exactly is he?!"

"Investigate! Find out his identity at all costs!"

However, no matter how they used their intelligence networks, the results were always blank.

Lin Feng is like a ghost that appeared out of nowhere, with no past whatsoever.

This unknown brings a deeper fear.

In an instant, all the major forces that had been stirring up trouble just moments before fell silent.

The name "Assassin's Guild" has become a new taboo.

No one dared to set foot in New York again, to test that unfathomable vortex.

The landscape of the underworld underwent a dramatic and drastic change overnight.

……

Compared to the turbulent outside world, the apartment where Lin Feng and Jessica lived was a place of warmth and tranquility.

Bright sunlight streamed into the living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing everything in a warm golden hue.

Jessica was lounging on the sofa, wearing loose loungewear.

She rested her head on Lin Feng's lap, holding a book in her hand, but didn't turn a single page for a long time.

Her deep blue eyes were fixed on Lin Feng, who was watching TV, with a satisfied smile on her lips.

This peaceful and tranquil life was something she had never dared to dream of before.

"What are you thinking about?"

Lin Feng lowered his head and affectionately pinched her nose.

"I'm wondering if all of this is a dream."

Jessica said softly, "It feels so unreal."

"This is not a dream."

Lin Feng smiled, turned off the TV, and pulled her into his arms.

"From now on, this will be our daily routine."

"Ah."

Jessica buried her face in his chest and nodded vigorously.

After a while, she said in a muffled voice:

"Tomorrow, I'm going back to school."

Her tone was full of reluctance.

She preferred to stay by Lin Feng's side all the time rather than take courses at Columbia University.

“Going back to class is a good thing.”

Lin Feng stroked her soft, golden hair.

“You need to have your own life and social circle. Besides, I also have some things to take care of.”

"what's up?"

Jessica looked up and asked with some concern.

She knew that anything Lin Feng called a "matter" was no small matter.

"Go and address the root cause of the problem."

A barely perceptible glint of cold light flashed in Lin Feng's eyes.

"That symbiotic god cannot be allowed to live."

　113 Upon hearing this name, Jessica's expression also turned serious.

She had witnessed the horror of the Venom symbiote firsthand, and as the source of all symbiotes, the danger it posed was unimaginable.

"Is it dangerous?"

"For me, no."

Lin Feng's tone was calm and confident.

"You can focus on your studies and wait for me to come back."

"it is good."

Jessica didn't ask any more questions. She trusted Lin Feng.

The next morning, Lin Feng personally drove Jessica to the entrance of Columbia University.

"Go inside. Call me anytime if you need anything," Lin Feng instructed.

.....