The Necromancer in American Comics

Chapter 27
night.

Midtown Manhattan.

Four Seasons Hotel Building, a charity party for children with AIDS is being held inside.

The atmosphere in the luxurious hall is warm, social elites in suits, elegant and gorgeous ladies and ladies are constantly running around in it, and chuckles come from everywhere from time to time.

This breezy atmosphere lasted until the lights of the banquet were extinguished.

On the rostrum, several searchlights projected cylindrical beams of light onto it, making it the only dazzling light source in the entire party.

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, a bald white man with a tall body and a slightly bloated figure stood on it, leaning on a cane, wearing a white dress.

Down below, after this person walked up, under the polite faces of the guests, admiration, fear, disdain, fanaticism, fear...

Various emotions flashed in their eyes.

He has many identities.

Philanthropist, entrepreneur, fighter...

But there is no doubt that no amount of identities can conceal that he is the only king of the entire American underground world, and he is the most powerful group of people on this planet.

With Wilson Grant Fisk officially standing in front of the stage.

Below, the sound was silent.

"Thank you for participating in this charity gala organized by me to care for AIDS children..."

A gentle, thick, and slightly magnetic voice echoed in the hall.

Down below, no matter what thoughts they had in their minds about the people on the stage, the participating guests applauded vigorously.

The speech lasted about 10 minutes and ended.

On the way, a middle-aged white man with blond crew cut, fierce face, and casual clothes walked into the strictly guarded banquet hall.

On the rostrum, after finishing his speech, Wilson smiled and rejected many guests who came to make friends, and walked towards each other.

"You're looking for me at this time, what's the matter?"

The voice was majestic and thick, and Wilson's whole temperament also underwent a huge change when he came in front of this person.

"Some small things, but how to deal with them depends on your opinion."

The person who spoke was obviously not afraid of Wilson's identity. He rubbed a toothpick in his hand and said hoarsely: "The little guy from the Ku Klux Klan is very rampant, and many people below have great opinions. I will, Just wanted to ask your opinion on how to deal with it."

"The Ku Klux Klan?" Wilson slowly took off his white gloves and said to himself, "I remember they didn't say hello to me when they came over."

"Obviously, yes."

"But it's also understandable. After all, they were once rich. Two-thirds of the white people are party members..."

The blond man spoke with an indescribable sarcasm on his face.

Jin Bin glanced thoughtfully at his number one thug, and in an instant, ordered: "Then kill them!"

"The scum of the old era should not think about trying to turn around. Now is not their era. From now on, the entire underground world of the United States can only have one voice... and that is... Jin Bing!"

"Warning all the forces involved, and find out who dares to make things happen on my site!"

Jin Bin gave the order calmly, and the blond man smiled happily on his ferocious face.

"As you wish! Jinbin!"

The wooden toothpick bounced off the hand and stuck into the concrete wall.

The blond man turned around and walked out of the banquet hall.

……

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night.

An abandoned warehouse in lower Manhattan.

Today's weather is not very good, thick dark clouds block the entire night sky, not even a single starlight can penetrate.

In the warehouse, Bullseye looked at the message on the mobile phone that his own personnel sent him a target to set off, with a cruel smile on his face.

The Ku Klux Klan sent a total of 34 people. Of course, this manpower is not difficult for Jin Bing's huge underworld empire.

But if you want not to make a big noise, you have to use your brain a little bit.

And not long ago, he sent a message to Kexis, who was sent by the Ku Klux Klan to deal with this matter, to come to this warehouse if he wanted to know the truth.

Although he still doesn't know who did it.

But the other party obviously didn't know this, even if they had doubts in their hearts, they would at least come to have a look.

And for the sake of safety, not to mention bringing all the people, at least most of them will be brought here for safety.

And this is enough.

When this group of main force died, the remaining people, just the people he sent over to monitor would be enough to deal with them.

"Be serious, our little friend is coming soon!"

Bullseye turned around and looked at the gunmen in the warehouse with fierce faces, holding guns and lighting cigarettes, and reminded them with a grinning grin.

The people in the warehouse laughed and responded, although they stood up a little bit to give Bullseye face, but it can also be seen that they don't care about the upcoming opponent.

No wonder they do.

Even if the people here are the worst ones, they have all fought their lives in real battlefields.

In the case of preparation in advance and the equipment and personnel have the advantage, if there is any mistake, they don't have to wait to be killed by the enemy, they will find a place to bury themselves in the soil in shame.

Bullseye raised his eyebrows after seeing it, and didn't say much.

A word of reminder is the experience of many years of killers and mercenaries.

But relying on its own strength.

As long as there is suitable terrain and enough time, he is even sure that he can kill all the people sent by the Ku Klux Klan this time.

With such confidence, it is unrealistic to say that he can pay more attention to it.

on the road.

Eight cars lined up and drove on the road.

With the high beams coming from a distance, Bullseye gave a few people with rocket launchers a look and walked out.

outside the warehouse.

Sitting in the car in the middle, looking at the warehouse in front of him, he picked up his mobile phone and calmly ordered: "Don't go all the way, Dick, go and take a look around to see if there are any ambush."

"Roger that!"

With a steady reply, the leading car in front accelerated a bit.

warehouse door.

"It's still a bit of a brain."

Bullseye muttered something in his mouth with a toothpick in his mouth.

As a rising star within the Ku Klux Klan, from the very beginning, Kexis never thought that the other party would honestly stop at the door, waiting to be shot into a sieve by him.

Seeing that the other party was about to stop, he came down to check.

He fired a shot into the air, giving the signal to attack.

Boom boom boom!
As soon as the gunshot rang out, four rounds were fired on the second floor of the warehouse, and four rounds were fired at the rear of the convoy. A total of eight rounds were manufactured by Stark Industries, and the rockets that could be automatically tracked roared towards the convoy.

Along with it, more than a dozen strong men came out of the warehouse. They held guns in both hands, and the dense bullets turned into a frenzy of steel to shoot.

The moment he saw the flames, he felt bad. Kexis, who opened the door and rolled onto the road, looked at the exploding vehicle, and the team members who were wiped out in an instant, their minds went blank for a moment.

He guessed that this invitation might be a trap, and made corresponding preparations, but no matter what, he never imagined that it would be like this.

"Huh? There's still one alive, Kesis? A rising star of the Ku Klux Klan?"

"Heh, being able to escape one's life is considered some ability, but it's not important, you still have to die."

The voice rang in Kesis' ears, and he wanted to take out his gun to resist, but the shock wave brought by the explosion made it difficult for him to even move his fingers.

With a tingling pain between the eyebrows, in an instant, he lost the ability to think.

　The Jin Bin setting in this book is more inclined to the comic book version of Jin Bin who controls half of the criminal activities in the United States and can almost cause World War III just by killing his enemies, rather than the one in Daredevil who can casually The weak chicken Jinbin who was arrested by the FBI.

　　I hope everyone understands, and don’t post comments like Jin is not so awesome, if he did something like this, he would have been arrested or something.

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