Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

Kingpin usually frequents the Fisker Building.

This is a 58-story modern building located in the heart of Hell's Kitchen.

Piercing through the low-lying shantytown, the glass curtain walls gleam coldly in the night; that is Kingpin's kingdom, a gleaming commercial empire above ground, and beneath it lies arms, prisons, and countless sins.

Kingpin's office is on the top floor of the Fix Building.

This entire floor is Kingpin's private property.

Floor-to-ceiling glass walls offer a panoramic view of Hell's Kitchen's dilapidated state. A dark solid wood desk occupies the center, surrounded by large leather sofas and hidden security compartments.

There is also a reception area, a study, private suites, and a helipad on the rooftop.

Kingpin was very burly and robust, or rather, somewhat obese. He was over two meters tall and weighed over two hundred kilograms, looking like a small mountain.

Bald, his expensive custom-made suit was stretched taut by what looked like fat but was actually muscle, and every inch of his body exuded a beastly sense of oppression.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, he held a dark-colored, waist-length cane with a round metal handle inlaid with diamonds.

The blue pupils reflected the darkness, brewing cruelty and violence.

He was thinking about something.

But suddenly his ears twitched, and he turned around abruptly. When he saw what was behind him, his pupils widened slightly, and a huge wave of emotions surged within him.

I didn't realize that two strangers had appeared behind me at some point.

The atmosphere in the brightly lit office suddenly became eerily silent.

These two uninvited guests were very beautiful; one of them, even someone like Kingpin had to admit, was a top-tier beauty.

Height, looks, and temperament are all top-notch.

Normally, Kingpin might have been tempted, but now he only cared about one question: how did these two women manage to get all the way from the heavily guarded first floor to here, and do so without making a sound?

His security detail has remained completely undetected until now.

Furthermore, Jin sensed danger emanating from these two women, a danger so intense that his muscles instinctively tensed up, if not for the forceful suppression of reason.

He might even be tempted to launch the first attack.

“Oh, Mr. Philanthropist Wilson, it’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Negley.”

"Natasha."

Nigley stood in front of Kingpin's desk, casually picked up a business document from the table, flipped through it, found it to be normal, put it down, and greeted Kingpin.

Natasha, on the other hand, stood ramrod straight, her delicate face showing a nonchalant air as she casually surveyed the luxurious office.

The two men exuded casualness, completely disregarding the infamous underground crime tycoon Kingpin.

Who are you?

Kingpin showed no anger at the two men's attitude; instead, he remained calm and composed and asked a question.

However, the slight tightening of his clenched fist was enough to prove that he was not completely calm at the moment.

"Two ordinary people who want to be your friends?"

Negri leaned against the desk and said with a smile.

"If it's just about making friends, you don't need to do it this way."

Jin remained unmoved, but instead frowned and raised his voice slightly.

Suddenly the door was opened and a group of fully armed security guards rushed in. The two leading guards were a man and a woman. The man was over 1.8 meters tall, lean and muscular, wearing a blue-black jacket and leather pants, with a bullseye symbol between his eyebrows.

The woman was very beautiful, nearly 1.8 meters tall, slender and thin. She wore a cropped top that exposed her midriff, with a long sleeve on the right and no sleeve on the left, decorated with metal spikes. She wore black fishnet stockings and high-heeled leather boots.

Her outfit had an asymmetrical punk assassin style.

Her delicate face bore a sickly expression.

Natasha ignored the dense array of gun barrels, her back turned, while Nigley, leaning against the desk, glanced at them with a slight turn of his head.

With just that one glance, a strange and terrifying aura swept over them.

As if being stared at by a ferocious beast, everyone's heart trembled, and their bodies swayed uncontrollably. The man and woman in the lead were slightly better, but their bodies were still a little stiff.

"Don't be nervous, gentlemen, and this beautiful lady, we mean no harm, so please don't tap your fingers, otherwise the scene will become very awkward."

Negri's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to everyone present.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense and oppressive.

After a few seconds, Kingpin slowly said in an unquestionable tone, "Get out, Bullseye, Mary, you stay here. Close the door."

Upon hearing the BOSS's words, the security guards breathed a sigh of relief, immediately left, and waited in the corridor after closing the door.

Only then did everyone realize that their backs were soaked with cold sweat.

“I like your imposing presence; it always reminds me of someone, someone captivating,” Nigley joked casually, breaking the tense atmosphere.

"Thank you for the compliment. So, what would our two new friends like?"

Kingpin spoke as he walked over with seemingly heavy but actually light steps, less than two meters away from Negri and Natasha.

This is a very subtle distance.

This might not mean much to an ordinary person, but for a skilled fighter, this distance is fleeting, allowing for both offense and defense, and can also be used in conjunction with Bullseye and Mary.

They formed an encirclement with Negri and Natasha.

Natasha's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, and she began to reconstruct her understanding of Kingpin.

She quickly scanned Kingpin's entire body and immediately confirmed that he was very strong. His entire body was covered in a thick layer of muscles, and his physique was quite astonishing, far exceeding that of ordinary people.

His stance and awareness of positioning show that he is absolutely proficient in fighting and actual combat.

As for the two behind them, the woman was somewhat interesting, but the man was so-so.

Chapter 92 Relax, Wilson, we're here to make friends (Seeking monthly votes)

Kingpin thought he was surrounded, and that Negley and Natasha would certainly not take him seriously.

What level of organization surrounds them?

With overwhelming physical superiority, even if the two women didn't know how to fight, their sheer strength allowed them to easily defeat each other with a single punch.

There's no way to stop it.

Negri understood Kingpin's wariness. After all, if you put yourself in his shoes, you'd be contemplating life in your heavily guarded territory when two women inexplicably and silently appeared before you.

Anyone in this position would be wary and suspicious.

That's far too counterintuitive.

Negri took a disposable phone out of his pocket, and the picture that appeared on the screen was of a pretty Asian girl.

She showed the phone to Kingpin.

“Her name is Skye, she’s 19, my friend. She disappeared in Hell’s Kitchen just a few hours ago, Mr. Wilson. As a friend, could you help find her?”

Negri cut to the chase and stated her request; she didn't have much time to waste.

Previously, it was all just a show of force, to make this underground emperor learn some manners.

Kingpin remained silent; it was no big deal to him.

But the way the other party asked him to do things was a challenge to his authority and rule, and if word got out, he would become a laughing stock.

“Girl…” Bullseye, Kingpin’s most loyal henchman, immediately understood the situation and grinned menacingly as he opened his mouth to say something.

But before he could finish speaking, Natasha's figure suddenly blurred and disappeared from the spot.

Whoosh!!

The speed was so fast that apart from Negley, Kingpin and the other two didn't even see it clearly. Bullseye's eyelids twitched, and danger swept over him, but he couldn't react in time.

A powerful force grabbed his neck, and his vision blurred.

Bang!

The sound of the wall shattering exploded, and Natasha instantly grabbed him by the neck, slammed him more than ten meters away against the wall next to the office door, and lifted him up.

A shallow crater was smashed into the wall, and a mural hanging not far away slid down with the tremor, making quite a noise.

The sudden attack was also heard by the security guards outside the door.

Thinking something had happened, he immediately burst through the door, raised his gun, and was about to fire at Negley. However, Negley jumped off the desk, raised his long leg, and swung it upwards towards the door.

boom!!

The vacuum created a sharp, azure slash. It wasn't large, but it rapidly sliced ​​through the air and the ground, cutting the expensive carpet in two.

He skillfully bypassed the security personnel, brushed past them in the crowd, sliced ​​through the walls of the corridor, and cut a vertical crack several meters long in each of the obstructing walls.

Countless strands of hair fell down, and all the security guards stopped abruptly, frozen in place, not daring to move.

Cold sweat trickled down my forehead.

The security guards stiffly turned their heads little by little to look at the wall behind them that had been cut open in the corridor. They swallowed hard, and the fear of death instantly swept over them.

They were so close, so very close, to being like that wall, except they would have been physically cut in two.

The power that Negri and Natasha displayed made not only them, but Kingpin and Mary also change color.

Mary's previously somewhat crazed eyes cleared up.

“Boys, calm down.” Negri put his leg down, raised his right eyebrow, and his tone remained relaxed and lazy.

How can this be?

Mutant abilities?

wrong.

Kingpin looked horrified, but his mind was racing. As one of the world's top combat experts, his eyesight surpassed that of everyone present except Negley and Natasha.

Negri's kick seems to be explainable only by mutant abilities.

However, Kingpin saw the details in them.

The speed generated by Negri's kick was so fast that all he could see was an afterimage.

A little analysis reveals that this woman must have sufficient physical strength to support the speed at which she kicked out.

It takes a perfect combination of strength, explosiveness, stamina, and speed to achieve this.

At least Kingpin himself believed he was no good, far from good enough.

The opponent's physical strength is far superior to mine.

It's stronger than we can imagine.

This kick stunned the security guards and also immediately brought Kingpin to his senses. He had only one thought in his mind: he couldn't afford to mess with them.

Kingpin then made the best decision of his life.

"Get out! Who let you in?"

Kingpin angrily rebuked his men.

The men felt as if they had been granted a pardon. Without the slightest hesitation, they returned the way they came, and thoughtfully closed the gate behind them.

After his men left, the office returned to silence.

Kingpin then looked toward Bullseye and Natasha, who were pressed against the wall by the door with their necks in their hands.

Seeing that Bullseye had already started rolling his eyes, he quickly said, "Ms. Natasha, I will immediately send people to look for him. Please let this poor fellow go."

"He's about to suffocate."

"OK~"

Natasha indifferently let go of his hand, and Bullseye slid down the wall to the ground. He leaned against the wall, his chest heaving, panting heavily, and coughing repeatedly.

He was just a hair's breadth away from meeting God.

Just now, my mind was racing through past memories.

Fortunately, the BOSS spoke quickly enough.