The hero of the Marvel world

New York, a certain building.

On the training ground.

Kingpin has bulging muscles all over his body and is shirtless. The bulging muscles can even be seen on his bald head from his strong body.

He was surrounded by more than a dozen fighting masters, including blacks, whites, and yellows.

These masters come from all over the world, including people from Southeast Asia who are proficient in Muay Thai, and others who are proficient in karate.

They were hired here by Kingpin to train with him in combat.

At this moment, more than ten fighting masters around him began to attack, with heavy punches and whip kicks pouring intensively towards Jin Bin's body.

Jin Bin was like a rock, standing motionless and allowing everyone to attack.

In his eyes, everyone's rain-like attack was like a child's play.

It seems that I have had enough of mosquito and ant bites.

The next moment, the Kingpin moved.

The bulging muscular body unexpectedly showed unusually flexible steps.

boom!

Kingpin struck hard, landing a powerful punch with precision against a black boxer.

Gloves and fists clashed.

Wails instantly spread throughout the training ground, and the forearm behind the glove was instantly broken, revealing blood-stained bones under the black skin.

Jin Bin had no expression on his face. As he twisted his body, he hit the Muay Thai master behind him with a whip kick and hit him accurately.

The Muay Thai master’s leg was not broken as expected.

Kingpin was a little surprised, and then another whip kick followed by a twist of the body and kicked the Muay Thai master's leg again, causing the Muay Thai master's calf to break.

After a while, several beauties beside Kingpin were wiping his sweat.

Less than a minute passed. At this moment, more than a dozen fighting masters fell on the ground of the training ground and kept wailing, dead and injured.

"The money arrived in these people's accounts as promised. All fighting masters are trash!"

At this moment, Jin Bin glanced at the crowd of people wailing at his feet, and put on his clothes under the service of the beauties.

Taking the cane that his subordinates had prepared for a long time, Jin Bin opened the door.

Outside the door is a magnificent office.

There were several thugs in suits in the office at the moment, and they were beating a man covered in blood.

Judging from the dried blood stains on his clothes, this man had been beaten for a long time.

When the thugs saw Kingpin entering the office, they stopped beating him.

They picked up the people who were almost falling apart on the ground and dragged them in front of Jin Bin, leaving bloody drag marks on the ground.

Kingpin raised his cane, put the sharp end of the cane against the man's chin, raised his blood-stained face, stared at the man's eyes that had almost lost their luster and asked:

"You asked me how it went. Don't tell me that you didn't even ask me anything after the fight was like this."

The man struggled hard to make a sound, but the sound was indistinct and inaudible.

When the thugs around him saw this, they hurriedly said: "Let's say hello, this man is a SHIELD agent, and there is news from people at Stark Industries that business may stop for a period of time recently."

"Are you from SHIELD?"

Jin Bing's face finally changed, and then he looked at the figure on the ground:

"Do you know how much money you have cost me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man began to shake. He opened his mouth wide and tried to make a sound, but only bloody bubbles appeared.

I saw that the end of Jin Bin's cane had already penetrated the man's throat.

His expression didn't change at all.

While pulling out the cane, he wanted to find a place to wipe on the person's body.

But the man covered in blood could not find a clean spot at this moment, so Kingpin simply put his cane on the thug's suit and wiped it.

Then he looked at one person and asked:

"How are the people chasing the team? Logically speaking, they should be back."

"That female agent, no, that female S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, have you caught her?"

The thugs were silent at first, but seeing Jin Bin's face gradually becoming gloomy, they bravely spoke:

"Everyone in the pursuit team is dead."

"They're all dead. It probably wasn't the female agent who did it."

Kingpin was a little surprised and rarely got angry: "Did that blind man do it?"

"not him!"

The subordinates responded and urgently handed over the information they had prepared.

Not Daredevil?

He was a little surprised, took the information and started to read the contents.

"Hao Wan? An Asian?"

"Just moved to Hell's Kitchen for a month? Are you still boxing at Blackberry Boxing Ring?"

"I remember the Blackberry Boxing Ring was little Henry's property."

"A dozen members of the pursuit team can still block bullets. Hell's Kitchen is really interesting..."

Jin Bin closed the document, and an imperceptible killing intent flashed in his eyes.

He didn't care how many people died.

In his eyes, as long as this person dies, it means that he is worthless, and he will not care about a worthless person.

But what he cares about is his prestige as an underground emperor.

Regardless of whether Hao Wan knew whether those people were his, Hao Wan's behavior was already provoking himself.

Having a Daredevil and Spider-Man in the underworld has damaged his prestige, and he doesn't like the same thing happening again.

"Take word of this man to Bullseye."

"I heard this man can stop bullets, right? I'll pay you $300 million and I'll hear about this man's death 24 hours a day."

"Yes!"

The subordinates took orders and exited the room.

At this moment, Kingpin turned and walked towards the floor-to-ceiling window.

The men behind him were half-kneeling on the ground.

Dusk fell outside the window, and darkness enveloped the city of New York. He rubbed his cane and looked at the city below, his face gloomy and silent for a long time, like the king of the dark world.

...

In an amusement park in New York.

The crowds are dense, and the amusement park becomes even more lively under the lighting at night.

In the dining area.

A blond figure was taking big bites of the burger in his hand.

The phone vibrated.

The blond figure was a little impatient, as if the phone had interrupted his meal, so he frowned and answered the phone.

"I'm on a mission, and it's not time yet. Why are you pressing me so hard?"

The person on the phone paused briefly and then said:

"Mr. Bullseye, new mission, $24 million within 300 hours."

The blond figure, Bullseye, became interested when he heard this. He stuffed the burger into his mouth randomly, then took a sip of Coke and responded:

"It's a big deal. I remember the last time I paid such a high amount, I still wanted to get rid of Daredevil. Why, I encountered a troublesome person."

"It's really tricky. All the dozen people in the pursuit team died. According to the news, this man can withstand small-caliber bullets."

After hearing this, Bullseye's eyes became more meaningful, and the introduction on the other side of the phone completely aroused his interest.

"Interesting. I'll take the mission. Details will be sent to me later."

"Okay, but Mr. Bullseye, will your current mission be delayed?"

"Of course not, just wait a minute."

Bullseye responded, his eyes quickly searching the crowd, and finally quickly locked onto the black figure in the crowd.

The black man was hanging out with his family at the moment, and the scene of laughter and laughter made people feel happy.

"What a happy family, but soon..."

Bullseye shook his head as he muttered to himself, drank all the Coke in the Coke cup, took out the straw from the cup, and flattened the paper cup.

The moment I got up.

Bullseye swung the straw into the crowd.

call out!

The sound of breaking through the air was heard, masked by the noise of the crowd.

The straw quickly passed through the crowd and passed through the black man's neck accurately.

The black man's smile froze. He looked in disbelief at the blood spurting along the straw, and fell to the ground amid the exclamations of his family.

Bullseye stopped a taxi casually, got in the car and spoke into his mobile phone:

"Okay, now tell me the information about the new mission."