The days when I was making trouble in American comics

Manhattan, Fisk Building.

After a few weeks, Kingpin returned to his office again. The mess and traces of fighting had been cleared away, and only the broken walls and bulletproof glass showed what happened here.

Walking to the remains of the battle, Kingpin looked down at the city, stroking the glass debris and feeling filled with emotion.

Suddenly, a chill hit him. Jin Bin raised his head and glanced at the sky. Small raindrops fell down, soaking his eyes.

"Jin Bin, we will repair it as soon as possible." His subordinates cautiously stepped forward to hold an umbrella for Jin Bin and said.

After being released from prison this time, Jin Bin became even more violent and cruel. The rebels had been beaten to death in public by him with thunderous means. The so-called "accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger" was the same around the underworld emperor. His subordinates They are naturally afraid.

"There is no need to repair. I have to remind myself all the time that the enemy is strong and we are weak, just like we are on the edge of a cliff. Any wrong step will lead to catastrophe."

Kingpin pushed away the man holding the umbrella for him and let the raindrops wet his whole body. He suddenly laughed wildly, his face full of madness, and suddenly opened his arms and came to the wall with a huge gap. By the side, his body was exposed in mid-air, and he fell down.

"Ah! Kingpin!"

This was an extremely dangerous move. It seemed that Kingpin wanted to commit suicide and fell from the 23rd floor. No matter what, his subordinates felt that Kingpin had no chance of survival.

Several men in suits present were so frightened that they screamed and rushed to the rescue.

Swish!

However, just when Jin Bin's head was facing downwards and his whole body was about to fall, he stopped his swinging body with an iron bridge. His muscles suddenly exerted force and stood up like springs, standing on the edge.

"That's right! Haha! Such a feeling!"

Jin Bin spoke, his expression of madness undiminished, as if he had directly crossed the gap between life and death, and powerful power continued to flow through his body.

"Where's Lester?"

Joy needs to be shared with someone, and Kingpin first thought of his loyal confidant Bullseye. As for his wife and daughter who had been sent abroad long ago, they were not within his scope of consideration.

"My lord, he, isn't he already paralyzed?"

One of the men in suits said respectfully. He felt that Jin was not only crazy, but also possibly stupid.

"Is that so? Tonight, call the current bosses of the Savage Gang and the Striped Gang to come over. I will solve all the problems here at once, and then deal with those ridiculous clowns."

Recalling what happened before, Kingpin immediately ordered, and the power of the big snake made him intoxicated.

He thought that Goenitz's blood might be able to make Lester stand up again, but he didn't want to do that.

Time continues to flow.

The Fisk Building was dark at night, with only the lights of the top-floor offices flickering.

The rain had stopped long ago, and the fighting here was basically over. Black and red blood mixed with the rain dripped from the gaps and slid down the window glass of the building.

After wiping the blood on the lampshade and lighting the lamp again, the man in the suit said respectfully, looking at Kingpin with a fanatical look, "Lord Kingpin, you are the only emperor!"

"Hoho! There are still two little mice. Do you need me to catch you out? I can already hear your heartbeat. Come out and I will ravage you."

He used his muscles to squeeze out the bullets from his body. Kingpin's white vest and undershirt were stained red. He looked somewhere in the darkness, wiped the blood on his face, and said with a sinister smile.

"Fake! Kingpin, you monster!"

CIA agent Mark Speight walked from the darkness into the moonlight with a pistol in hand, but he did not transform into the messenger of the moon god Kongsu.

He looked at Kingpin with eyes full of fear and hatred. He didn't expect Kingpin to come out of prison in such a short time. He came over at night and wanted to take action directly, but he witnessed another good show.

The Kingpin tore apart his enemies like a wild beast and seemed invulnerable, unafraid of firearms, and was nothing short of a monster.

"Where's the other person?"

Ignoring Mark, Kingpin still stared into the darkness. Mark had become a dead man in his heart.

"Jin Bin, let's go and arrest him. I have recorded evidence of your crime. You can't escape again and you will definitely be punished!"

The man in tights wearing a hood also came out, his ears twitching slightly, holding a short stick in a defensive posture, thinking about how to get out of here.

"Daredevil? Very good, I heard your name in prison, superhero, how cool is it? Law, he is just something to protect the weak, I have understood now, black can never become white Yes, only one’s own strength is the eternal truth.”

Jin Bin smiled sinisterly, and his cheeks full of blood looked extremely scary. The "law" hit his pain point, and he didn't mind having a good chat to catch a turtle in a jar.

"I have accepted the fact that I was weak in the past. Everyone has their own talents, including soldiers, businessmen, and kings. My political talents are indeed not as good as those people. This is a fact. I can't deny it."

"But their weakness is also real. I have seen through it. If I have the chance, I will let them know what real strength is."

Kingpin's eyes regained clarity for a short time, but turned into madness in an instant. He kicked the desk lamp beside him towards Mark, put his hand on the ground slightly, and used his muscles to rush towards Matt.

boom!

The air exploded, and in an instant Kingpin's fist reached Matt's door.

The sharpness and coldness hit, and Matt had no time to react. He only felt a chill on his face, his head was buzzing, and his spine made a cracking sound as if he was overwhelmed, and he flew backwards.

The reverse blood spurted out in the air, and Matt lay dying on the ground. All his orifices were torn apart by a spiral force and were bleeding. He was in excruciating pain, and his body, which was already weak, could not bear it.

Mark on the other side looked even more miserable and was knocked unconscious by the vase.

"Take care of him and let him go. I will remember you. Hehe! None of you can run away."

Kingpin waved his hand, first pointed at the unconscious Moon Knight, and then pointed at the still struggling Daredevil.

"Yes, my lord."

Looking at Jin Bing, who looked arrogantly like a god or a demon under the moonlight, the look of fanaticism on the face of his subordinates became even more intense, and he lowered his head and said respectfully.

After a thin rustling sound, Jin Bin let out a long roar. The depression in his heart was swept away, and the madness on his face became less intense.

"Boy, it seems you did a pretty good job."

Quietly, a vicissitudes of voice came from outside the building.

Emperor Shitian, clad in icy robes, descended from the sky and stood in front of Jin Bin with his hands behind his hands.