Marvel's Cultivator

In the night, Daredevil returned from fighting crime as usual. His vigorous dark red figure shuttled between buildings. At the same time, in the darkness behind him, several undetectable black shadows appeared.

Daredevil stopped in his tracks and turned his head abruptly. The darkness behind him was silent, as if nothing had happened. In an alley, several people in dark clothes were leaning against the wall of the alley, staring at him. In the direction outside the alley, his chest rose and fell slightly.

"Uh... oh!"

The young man at the front heard the sound coming from behind, and turned his head quickly. He only heard a burst of "hoo!", and was hit hard on the back of the neck. His consciousness quickly became blurred, and his whole body The person fell to the ground in a thump.

"37!" Daredevil murmured in a low voice, holding a stick in his hand, looking at the several stalkers lying on the ground with blank eyes, then turned and left.

Jinbin Building, Jinbin Office

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Jin Bin, who was wearing a white suit, was smoking a cigar depressedly. Looking at the bustling night scene in front of the window, he took a deep breath and exhaled long white smoke.

As the king of the underworld empire, [-]% of the "business" in the country is inextricably linked with him, but there have been many mistakes in the business recently.

I don't know why, originally only Daredevil was destroying his business, but recently the Punisher has appeared frequently and has been targeting his business. The entire "drug manufacturing" industry has shrunk by almost a quarter. intolerable.

For these guys in the dark, it seems that I have punched cotton, and I have not succeeded in defeating them, and I can't even grasp their whereabouts accurately.

While he was worrying, the phone on the table rang suddenly, and Fei Jin turned around and came to the table, looked at the jingling phone, and put out his cigar.

At this time, I will call myself here, it is nothing more than that person.

Jin Bing thought for a while, then stretched out his hand and picked up the phone: "Hello?"

"Fisk, do you have time tomorrow? I want to talk to you." The calm and slow voice of a middle-aged woman came from the microphone, which made Jin feel very uncomfortable. It was clearly not an inquiry, but a notification .

He took a breath and said in a low voice, "Of course."

The other party was silent for a while, then hung up the phone, and a beep sounded from the microphone.

Jin Bing was stunned for a long time, then he came back to his senses, and slowly put the receiver back, with anger shining in the depths of his eyes.

"Ah!!" He waved his big hand violently, and the water glass on the table was instantly slapped against the wall, turning into pieces all over the place.

"Let Lester come to see me!" Jin Bin angrily ordered to his subordinates.

"Boss, what are you looking for me in such a hurry, it's bedtime now." Although Bullseye doesn't like to listen to people's orders, he reluctantly came over to Jin Bing, a generous employer. The angry Jin Bin didn't care about his bold statement.

"Damn Daredevil, and the Punisher, Lester, find a way to eradicate them, at least, you must accurately grasp their whereabouts." Jin Bin hammered the table with both fists, and turned to Lester angrily. ster said.

"Daredevil is all right, my boss, but the Punisher, I'm really not good at it." Lester said with a smile. As the mortal enemy of Daredevil, he is very willing to deal with Daredevil, and he may even not money, but it is too difficult for him to deal with Punisher who plays hot weapons.

After all, the Punisher is a ruthless character that even a PRG can handle. If my throwing knife is in line with other people's weapons of mass destruction, it is estimated that there will be no scum left. This is not a movie.

"The Punisher, I will find someone else to deal with him, so you can just concentrate on dealing with Daredevil." Jin did not cling to his original decision because of his anger. He drank his saliva, calmed down, and ordered after a little thought.

He still has a lot of understanding of Leicester's ability. For the Punisher, he now has a better candidate. As long as he spends some money, no matter whether he can solve the Punisher, the result will be beneficial to him.

"Don't worry, I will definitely kill Daredevil." Lester didn't care what his boss thought, smiled and turned to leave, as if he was doing something very gratifying.

On the second day, Jin Bing was sitting in the office and checking the new issue of the newspaper when there was a knock on the door. He looked up and put the cigar in his mouth aside.

"Come in!"

As soon as the words fell, his subordinates opened the door and came in and reported in a low voice: "Boss, Mrs. Gao is here."

Jin Bing was refreshed for a while, tugged at the neckline of his suit, got up, picked up his cigar and put it out in the ashtray, folded the newspaper and put it aside, and said: "Invite her to the reception room No. 7, I'll be there right away."

Jin Bin immediately changed into a decent light blue suit and hurried to the reception room.

He pushed open the door, and in the living room, a well-dressed old Asian lady was sitting at a long black table in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. She had a kind face, and her wrinkled face was always smiling. I don’t know. I thought it was someone's grandma.

But Jin didn't know that he couldn't afford to mess with the person in front of him, at least not now. This old lady was Mrs. Gao, one of the five fingers in the palm of her hand. He heard that she was over four hundred years old. He was very curious about this woman. How many untold secrets there are.

He knows the mutants, even if they are powerful, if they don't work under their own hands, those stupid guys from the government will always send them powerful helpers.

As soon as Jin Bing came in, Mrs. Gao's eyes immediately cast her eyes on him. He had to force a smile out of his usually majestic face, and walked forward kindly, signaling his subordinates to leave, leaving only one interpreter.

Afterwards, the king of the underworld empire made a pot of tea for Mrs. Gao himself, and poured the tea himself, the kind of pouring with one hand... I don't know if it was intentional.

"The tea from Xinning Mountain, you really spoiled me." Mrs. Gao said with a smile.

"She likes the tea you chose," said the translator.

"I got it when I went to China last time, I think you will like it." Jin said politely.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I didn't come here for tea." Mrs. Gao said straight to the point.

Translated: "She said he didn't come for the tea."

The translator was doing his work seriously, but Madam Gao looked at him and said in English: "He doesn't need you to translate my words, right, Wilson?"

"You can speak English" Jin Bin replied in a low voice, put down the teapot, pulled out the chair and sat down.

"I speak many languages."

"How many?"

"All." Mrs. Gao said with a smile, as if showing off.

"And, you can speak my language too, can't you?"

Jin Bin squeezed out a smile and said, "How long have you known?"

At this time, the interpreter looked at the two of them in Versailles, and wanted to ask: "Then I go?"

After the two were polite, they switched languages ​​and began to use Japanese. Although the translator couldn't understand him, he just wanted to leave quickly, and the clown was actually myself.

In a daze, Mrs. Gao said a sentence in Japanese to the translator. With a blank face, he said in his heart, "I'm just a little translator, don't you need to rub my face to show off?!"

Until my boss said: "Wait outside."

He felt relieved, straightened his waist, straightened his suit, and walked out maintaining an elegant posture.