The Godfather of American Comics

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, Weller was thrown away, and the mask on his face was shattered.

Finding his balance in mid-air, Weller rubbed his feet against the ground and slid back several meters before stopping.

Powerful.

Weller looked at the two people walking out of the office, with a look of surprise on his face.

It seems that his luck tonight is not just bad, but very good!

Gold and!

Looking at the bald man walking out of the office, Weller grinned happily.

"ghost?"

Kingpin looked at Weller in surprise.

James Wesley, who was following Kingpin, stared at Weller's face with a sinister look on his face, taking note of every facial feature of Weller.

"I remember, I didn't provoke you, right?"

Kingpin spoke slowly, his expressionless face matched with his bald head without a single hair, making him look very fierce.

"No."

Weller wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled lightly and shook his head.

Kingpin nodded: "Then you can go die!"

After saying this, he took a step forward and unbuttoned his suit.

Jin Bin's seemingly bloated body was wrapped in a dark blue suit. Only Weller, who had just been punched, knew how terrifyingly explosive that seemingly bloated body was.

As soon as Kingpin stepped on the ground, the smooth floor made an overwhelming crackling sound, and then he rushed towards Weller at a speed that was extremely inconsistent with his bloated body.

Now it's just a wall, and Kingpin can blast through it easily.

But just as Kingpin's fist was about to hit Weller, there was an explosion sound at Wheeler's feet. With a little spark in his body, he dodged Kingpin's attack and rushed towards James Weiss at the door of the office. profit.

Kingpin's eyes flashed with rage, and he turned around and grabbed Weller.

hiss!

Kingpin only caught a bunch of flames, but Weller had already rushed in front of James Wesley. Under the horrified gaze of the other party, the vicious-looking assistant with gold-rimmed glasses was struck by Weller. Knocked out from the punch.

Seeing this scene, Kingpin was a little confused.

Didn't you kill James?

Just when Kingpin slowed down due to doubts, Wheeler knocked out four of his men who were lying on the ground groaning in pain.

Kingpin said he didn't understand even more.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Kingpin stood there and looked at Wheeler who stopped.

"It's nothing, it's just that what happens next cannot be seen by others."

Weller said slowly, his face very serious.

It is best that no one knows about the scene where he wants to use other gods on Jin Bin, otherwise if someone reminds Jin Bin afterwards, although Jin Bin may not be aware of anything wrong due to the role of other gods, he is afraid of the worst. After all, This is the Marvel world and anything can happen.

Don't want people to see it?

Kingpin frowned, increasingly unable to guess what Weller was paying attention to.

At this moment, he saw Weller curling his fingers at him.

Jin Bin snorted coldly and rushed forward again.

No matter what the opponent's plan is, just kill him.

Seeing that Weiler didn't dodge or even block, Kingpin felt something was wrong.

But it's too late.

A scroll appeared inexplicably in Weller's hand and was activated before Kingpin had time to react.

The next moment, Weller's eyes turned blood red, and black patterns like rotating sharp blades appeared in his eyes.

Kaleidoscope Sharingan, don't be a god!

The black patterns in his eyes began to rotate, and Jinpin stood there like a puppet.

Jin Bin's will is very strong. If he had weaker psychic powers, he might not be able to control him, but this is another god.

Modify will, control thoughts...

Weller even slightly modified Jin Bin's memory. After Jin Bin's dominance and control became more reasonable, the power of other gods slowly disappeared.

Looking at Kingpin who was standing there, still not recovering, Weller pressed his swollen eyes.

It was really addictive to completely control a person's power, and it reminded him of a certain bald man.

"It's a pity that it's just a trial version."

Weller sighed quietly.

"Mr. Hunter."

Jin Bin's voice was full of respect, completely different from the cold and angry tone just now.

"Fisk."

Weller nodded, then apologized: "I'm sorry, my subordinates..."

"They are stupid! How dare they stop Mr. Hunter!"

Jin Bin said coldly, then his eyes flashed and he guessed: "Mr. Hunter, you are here at this time... because of the Russian mafia?"

"That's it."

Weiler generously admitted that he was very satisfied with the effect of the other gods.

Kingpin's eyes flashed coldly: "Do you need me to get rid of them? They are just a bunch of wild dogs that were maimed by Mr. Hunter, and they dare to take advantage of Mr. Hunter!"

Domineering and confident, Jin Bin's character is fully reflected in a few words.

"Not yet."

Looking at Kingpin's expression, Weller frowned: "Fisk, don't do unnecessary things."

Kingpin looked serious: "I understand."

The effect of this other god is a bit too good.

Weller whispered in his mind and said to Kingpin, "I want to take down all of Hell's Kitchen."

Jin Bingmi was not surprised at all, but nodded as he should, with a smile on his face: "I think so too. Some of my previous arrangements may be of some help to you."

"I have a simple plan..."

Before Weller could finish his words, Kingpin added: "Do you want to directly kill the leaders of each gang?"

"Yes."

"This is indeed a simple but very effective plan, but..."

Jin Bin said with hesitation: "The Russian mafia is not a problem, but Mrs. Gao and Yoshioka Shin..."

Thinking of the short old woman from the Triad and the ruthless island man from the Hand, Jin Bin was also a little afraid.

Weller smiled slightly: "They are not a problem."

As long as you have money, it's not all a problem.

And now that Kingpin has become his, will there still be less money?

"As expected of Mr. Hunter."

Kingpin praised it, and when he was about to choose a new place to discuss plans with Weller, Weller's expression changed and he took out his mobile phone.

"What's the matter, Mr. Hunter? Is there anything you need me to do?"

Kingpin looked serious, waiting for Wheeler's order.

Weller quickly glanced at the phone screen: "We'll talk about it later. I have to go home."

Little Hope has started to roll over, and according to his experience, he will wake up in a while.

"Is there an enemy?"

Jin Bin's fist clenched loudly.

"I have to go home and see my daughter!"

Look, look at your daughter?

Kingpin's expression began to break.

Weller held out his hand to Kingpin: "Cell phone."

Kingpin handed over the phone with a numb expression.

He used Jin Bin's cell phone to call himself, and with Jin's incomprehensible and dull expression on his face, he turned around and left.

"Fisk, contact me tomorrow!"

Kingpin opened his mouth and forced a smile: "Goodbye, Mr. Hunter."