The days when I was making trouble in American comics

"What? Mr. Wilson Fisk invited Duan to be his personal fighting coach? Two hundred thousand dollars?! Okay, OK, I will talk to him."

In the office, the agent hung up the phone and stood up excitedly.

"Die, we are going to be popular! Even Mr. Wilson Fisk has come to invite you. Maybe you can directly switch to making movies. With the real kung fu gimmick, and Fisk's investment, many people should buy it."

"Oh? What time did he say?"

Duanshui Shui said arrogantly that even though Chen Shu told him Jin Bing's identity, he still looked down upon Jin Bing's fighting prowess.

"This afternoon, let's go to the Fisk Building first."

The agent said that he seemed to be more eager than the water flow, and felt that he had discovered a gold mine waiting to be mined.

"Then let's teach the disciples I accepted yesterday first."

Duan Shui Shui strode out of the office. His black tunic suit was neatly ironed without any wrinkles. He had a smile on his face and his glasses shone in the sunlight.

……

In the afternoon, outside the Fisk Building.

"Anything happened today?"

The windows of the old Ford were rolled down, and Mark, wearing sunglasses, said to his companions who were about to go home.

His eye was still bruised and the bandage inside his jacket was still bleeding, so he didn't look in good condition.

"Still the same, Mark, don't you really need to go and rest for a while?"

"No need, I can hold on, ho ho, does this guy really want to wash his hands and go ashore? He doesn't even look at who his opponent is."

An ugly smile appeared on Mark's lips, and his eyes behind his sunglasses were full of hatred and anger.

Yes, what Kingpin asked the local Chicago gangsters to do was only half done. Mark survived, but the price was his parents who were still lying in the intensive care unit.

This touched Mark's bottom line, and at this time it coincided with the needs of Kingpin's rival, Congressman Donald (some kind of exchange of interests), so the CIA set up a special operations team to monitor Kingpin's every move.

"Huh? Isn't this person that karate master? Why are you here at Jinji today?"

The confusion of his companion made Mark immediately turn his attention to the group of people walking into the Fisk Building, and began to figure out the purpose of these people and Kingpin's intention.

At the same time, at the door of the Fisk Building.

"Arrived at the Fisk Building, the tallest building in America's New Town? Oh, isn't this the Kingpin? Let's take a look at the homeless people in the distance, family."

Turning the camera on himself and pointing at the Jinbin billboard below, Duanshui Shui said, even though he didn't understand the meaning of the lines Chen Shu designed for him, he still felt slightly ashamed.

This is the video he is going to post on YouTube. As a celebrity, it is natural that the flow of information must be channeled through multiple channels simultaneously. This is something that agents with experience in Hollywood find novel and ingenious.

Top office.

"Is the broken water coming?"

Whoosh!

Wearing a classic white undershirt, Jin Bian knocked the last fighting master to the ground, took the towel from his subordinate, wiped the dripping sweat, and asked lightly.

"Here you come, my lord."

"Tell him to come in."

Hearing this, a cruel look appeared in his men's eyes. In his opinion, Kingpin was invincible. The people lying on the ground were proof of this, and they were the same in every aspect.

"Are you the Master of Danshui Karate? How about a fight with me?"

Kingpin looked at the young man in black tunic and said, his eyes full of fighting spirit. There have been a lot of unsatisfactory things recently. He must find a good opponent to keep his fighting spirit strong.

"OK! But I still need you to help me find someone."

Duanshui Shui agreed readily.

Because on the side, Jin Bing's men had opened a box full of green US dollars, and the impact of the cash was still great.

In addition, Duanshui Shui also wanted to ask for help, and he didn't think he would lose to such a pampered underworld businessman.

For a moment, black shadows flashed and fierce wind howled in the air.

After a while.

"You're very nice, Duan. Are you interested in coming over and helping me?"

Sitting on the sofa, Jin Bin looked at himself with an ugly face as a dark footprint appeared on the chest of his white undershirt, but he still said with appreciation.

"You are also very powerful. Do you need to be so involved in being a businessman and a big boss now? I can help you with things, but you have to help me find that person."

Ignoring the manager's eyes indicating that he didn't want to agree, Duan Shuishui said, he could feel the soreness in the muscles all over his body, and suddenly thought of Chen Shu who was far away in LA. The two of them almost had a draw just now.

"No problem, I'll rest assured that you will be the security manager of our company."

Kingpin waved his hand and said that these were nothing. Lester hadn't dealt with those business matters yet. It was time for him to recruit another master to work for him.

"Duan, how could you do this? Uh-huh..."

The agent was anxious when he heard this, but was immediately escorted out by Jin Bin's men after speaking out.

"You don't mind me doing this, right?"

Kingpin picked up a cigar and threw it to Duanshui.

"I don't mind, the hyena always wants to follow the lion and beg for food as it should, but as everyone knows, without the lion's consent, he can't eat anything at all."

"That's good! Who are you looking for? I'll let them find it for you."

When Jin Bing heard this, his eyes lit up.

"A Chinese guy, he was last seen around Hell's Kitchen."

Duanshui Shui took out a photo, and it was Wu Liuqi.

……

"Bye-Bye!"

Matt waved behind him, then skillfully used his cane to open the door and entered the room.

The prosecution went smoothly this time, and the diocese readily confessed and paid the victim a large sum of money. But Matt knew what happened. He knew that there was still one person who had not been brought to justice. No, he was not even mentioned. No mention was made of him.

Kingpin, the gang leader, Matt has heard about him for a long time. This is Hell's Kitchen and it is also within his sphere of influence.

Putting on tights and a hood, Matt was ready to go out.

The fight against violence a few nights ago gave him a sweet pleasure. Matt felt that his behavior was just like Batman in the comics, a knight in the dark, even though he had never really "read" that comic.

Although the law may not be useful at certain times, he will strictly enforce the law, protect the weak, and fight crime.

in the alley.

"Fake! Why did he do this? Is it just for the sake of his identity as the heir to the Rand Group?"

Iron Fist Danny coughed up blood and looked very embarrassed, thinking as he ran.

There were heavy footsteps all around, and a group of men in black and ninjas were chasing after them.

"Yo yo yo! Do you have any accomplices? God, force, hero?"

A frivolous voice came from the other end of the alley. Bullseye looked at Luke Cage and said jokingly.