Transforming American comics starts with a leap of faith

Chapter 59 The Death of Jin Bing
Hell's Kitchen, gunfire roars.

A block away from midtown Manhattan, but it looks like a battlefield in modern warfare.

The members of the Ten Ring Gang are indeed brave.

The terrorists who have been on the verge of death all year round are much stronger than the Angpai in New York in terms of combat effectiveness and fighting will.

After all, although Hell's Kitchen is messy, compared with Afghanistan, the cemetery of the empire... it is still too far away.

And their hot weapons are much more powerful than the gangsters.

Accompanied by the flames from the explosion of the individual bazooka, Jin Bin smiled and narrowed his eyes.

He felt that the opponent's will to resist was rapidly disintegrating, which was normal, and it was still too reluctant to let these gangsters fight.

But it can't be too much... After all, this is New York, and if it is too embarrassing, it will make the follow-up things difficult.

He signaled to the Ten Ring Gang not to go too far, at least put away the RPG.

The power of this rocket launcher produced by Stark is too terrifying. Just now, a small three-story complex was blown to the ground with one shot.

"Ah, Hell's Kitchen, my territory." A cold smile appeared on the corner of Jin Bin's mouth. "I'm back."

Clearly, he thought he had won.

In his opinion, it doesn't matter whether the clown can break out of the FBI's trap or not.

The vile lunatic just stole his territory in his absence, and America's chaotic criminal world longed for his return, too.

When I re-establish order, everything will be on the right track. Even if that lunatic is still alive, he can only wreak havoc secretly as before, and he doesn't even dare to appear in front of him.

However, he was obviously too happy.

With a bang, the Central Asian man who had just put away the bazooka turned into a puddle of minced meat.

The shotgun renamed [Crow] by Graves is really outrageously powerful, directly smashing half of a person's body into meat paste.

Jin Bing's expression changed, his fat-looking body was incredibly fast, and he quickly hid into the dark alley next to him.

Sure enough, the roar of the shotgun seemed to be a signal, and the firepower quickly covered the advancing front of the Central Asians.

The rise of these terrorists seems to have forgotten that they are fighting in the streets!

Jin Jiang gritted his teeth and realized that he seemed to have gone deeper.

The main reason was that he knew these gangsters too well, so he never thought that in such a situation, he could organize a counterattack.

But it doesn't matter, even if you take advantage of the sneak attack, the gap in all directions is still obvious, and it only takes a little time to regain the advantage.

Just when he was about to stand up and stabilize the situation, an accident happened again.

Jin Bin was hiding in an alley that the opponent couldn't hit at this time, but he hadn't noticed it just now.

There is another person here.

A tall figure slowly walked out of the darkness. Instead of making a mean sneak attack, he greeted him with a provocative and bloodthirsty smile: "Hello, Jin Bing."

Obviously aimed at him.

Jin stood up and faced the enemy who appeared suddenly, he was full of fighting spirit.

"When will the monkey in the octagonal cage dare to show its teeth to its master?"

Of course he knew Chandler, and to some extent, King had also been the owner of Chandler House.

"Haha, has anyone ever told you that your mouth really stinks!"

Without continuing to talk, Chandler... or Sett, rushed towards Jin Bing with a face full of fanaticism.

Then flew back at a faster speed.

One thing people always overlook is that Jin Bin is actually one of the most capable ordinary people on the planet.

That fat-looking body is completely muscular. After all, only relying on cruelty and conspiracy can't keep him entangled with Daredevil and Punisher for so long, and will fight Spider-Man in the future.

None of these people are easy to mess with.

Sett had a little guess about Jin Bin's combat effectiveness, but he still underestimated his opponent.

Holding his chest, he almost couldn't breathe.

Naturally, Jin would not let him adjust easily, but took advantage of the situation to set off a continuous storm.

Sett could only fight with all his might.

It was only when Sett really fought against him that he felt the difficulty of his opponent more clearly.

Whether it is height, weight, or fighting ability, the opponent has a certain advantage, and even Jin Bing is not inferior in his fighting skills that he has always been proud of.

And his previous aggressiveness had already missed the opportunity.

How to fight this?
After all, Sett paid the price for his youth.

From resisting with all his strength at the beginning, he gradually became overwhelmed, until finally, his defense was completely disintegrated.

Kim punched him against the wall like a sandbag.

Punch after punch!
Side rib, right belly, left chest, then an uppercut, and finally a straight punch, sending Sett's head into the wall.

"Huh." Jin Bin let out a long sigh of relief.

Looking at Seti who had slipped to the ground, he kicked back angrily.

Although the person was still breathing vaguely, Jin Bing knew very well that the other person would never get up again for the rest of his life.

After a long absence, he did some fighting sports, which also let him vent his recent depression. Jin Bin tidied up his clothes a little, and was about to go out to preside over the overall situation.

However, when he was about to reach the entrance of the alley, Jin Bing frowned and turned around slowly.

From his point of view, it was impossible for Seti to stand up again. Although it was a little difficult, he really stood there.

A terrible smile appeared on the face that was so bad that the shape of a human face could hardly be seen.

"You fucking beat me so badly..."

Sett's weak voice conveyed some kind of terrifying meaning, which made Jinpin's hairs stand on end, his whole body's muscles tensed, and he was focused on guard.

In the darkness, the eyes that looked directly at Wilson Fisk were so bright, burning with unyielding fighting spirit and desire for victory.

"You punched me dozens of times, but I'm very kind and only punched you once!"

In just an instant, there was no time to react.

The "punch" Sett said had already reached Jin Bin's chest.

[Deliberate punching: The damage received will be converted into arrogance, and the arrogance can be used to make an unstoppable punch. 】

What is unstoppable.

Just look at Jin Bin whose chest collapsed and flew 20 meters away.

Sett let out a loud roar happily, and the domineering voice echoed in the back alley.

Jin Bin struggled to sit up... Yes, even with such serious injuries, he still didn't die.

Although it is not far from death.

He checked his wounds, then looked at Seti who was walking over, and said with some regret: "I have fantasized about my own death more than once, I have thought about clowns, the police, some killer or punisher, in case What I never expected was that I would die in the hands of a monkey."

Sett grinned. "Is that your last words? Ugly."

"Haha." Jin Bin smiled with ambiguous meaning: "Good luck, monkey."

On the surface, he seemed to have resigned to his fate, but where Seti couldn't notice, he quietly stretched his hands behind his back, his dim eyes staring at the legs that were gradually approaching.

In a flash.

"boom"

Jin Bin's head burst open like a watermelon.

This startled Sett, and hurried for cover.

Wilson Fisk's preparations didn't come into play in time, and this ruthless character, who could be called a generational hero, finally died in Hell's Kitchen.

In the distance, Frank Caster, who put down his sniper rifle, looked indifferent.

Killing Jinjing didn't bring him an easy feeling.

The new owner of Hell's Kitchen is far more dangerous, crazier, and scarier than Wilson Fisk.

"clown……"

The punisher packed his things and left quietly.

He still has a long way to go.

This is probably not a happy thing for Jin. He finally got his wish and died at the hands of his old enemy.

Good luck to him in hell.

(End of this chapter)