The Godfather of American Comics

Weller wrapped the wet little Hope with a children's bath towel printed with a bear pattern, and gently rubbed the water stains on her head.

Little Hope struggled in the towel until her little head leaked out of the tightly wrapped towel. She stopped struggling and waited for Weller with her big, bright and pure eyes.

It looks like a sushi roll growing a head.

"dirty stuff!"

Weller smiled and nodded the little guy's nose.

"Giggle!"

Little Hope smiled happily, but there was a trace of worry in Weller's eyes.

This kid is growing up too fast.

Whether it's learning ability or... physical growth rate.

If it's just the former, Weller isn't worried, but growing so fast is not a good thing.

Hope was cloned by the zombie Iron Man using the genetic samples he left before he turned into a zombie, and was used as 'food' to satisfy his perverted appetite.

Since it is food, rapid growth is a necessary condition.

"So, Hope's genes were tampered with?"

Weller whispered, feeling a little headache.

There was a hint of warmth in his hands.

"ah!"

Hope grabbed Weller's hand and shook it gently, grinning and revealing his beautiful gums, like a pink city wall...

Weller was stunned for a moment and laughed out loud.

After carrying the little guy back to the bedroom, feeding little Hope, and looking at the sleeping little guy, Weller looked at the time and decided to go out and do something.

Little Hope can sleep for a long time every time, and he always rushes home before Little Hope wakes up.

After pulling up the fence of the crib and making sure that there was no problem with the surveillance system facing the crib, Weller, who was wearing a black windbreaker, put on a mask, put on his weapon and left the house.

……

What people in Hell's Kitchen love most is the night, and what Weller loves most is Hell's Kitchen at night.

The upgrade of Breath of Fire greatly improved his physical strength.

If Breath of Fire Level [-] is just an ordinary member of the Demon Slayer Corps, level [-] is an elite member who has mastered the entire concentration.

The breath of fire coupled with self-healing is the main reason why Weller has been so comfortable in Hell's Kitchen during this period.

Hell's Kitchen is a mess, a mixed bag.

Gangsters, smugglers, marginalized immigrants, criminals, perverts... there are all kinds of people.

Here, all kinds of illegal transactions can be seen everywhere.

Weller shuttled between the tall buildings of Hell's Kitchen, looking for his target.

Small gangsters are not worth taking action, and even small transactions now are disdainful to him.

Finally, after wandering around and searching for an hour, successfully solving several gang members and enriching his wallet, he received a call.

"Sir, I heard news that there is a deal."

An excited voice sounded from the other end of the phone.

Weller raised his eyebrows: "Is it big?"

"Ten million!"

Weller's eyes lit up.

This is the largest transaction he has encountered so far.

"Martin, tell me, I'm very interested."

The man named Martin was shocked, knowing that Mr. Hunter, who had saved him, had made a decision.

"It's the Russian mafia. They have a deal with the Hand."

Weller frowned.

Russian Mafia, Hand?

These two gangs are different from those small gangs, but... you can give it a try.

1000 million can bring him a huge improvement.

After a few moments, with all the information from Martin, Weller took action.

Martin was saved by him in an operation half a month ago.

Since then, the two began to contact each other. He got a lot of useful transaction information from Martin, and Martin also received his reward afterwards. The two of them cooperated quite happily.

The black windbreaker is like a pair of jet-black wings, fluttering behind Weller's leaping figure. He is like a black ghost, looking for his prey in Hell's Kitchen.

Arrived!

It's a deserted street, unremarkable in Hell's Kitchen.

Arriving at the transaction location mentioned by Martin, Weller hid his figure on the building next to the street and began to wait.

While paying attention to the movement around him, he turned on his mobile phone and looked at the surveillance camera at home. Seeing the little guy sleeping soundly and waving his little hands and feet from time to time, Weller unconsciously showed a sweet smile.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of a vehicle engine.

Putting his cell phone away, Weller looked down. Surprise flashed in his eyes after he saw several cars converging from two directions.

Martin's ability is pretty good, and he can actually get such accurate trading information.

The cars on both sides stopped, and figures stepped out of the cars.

It's easy to tell the difference between the Hand and the Russian gangsters. The ones wearing black ninja uniforms are obviously the crazy ninjas of the Hand, while the Russian gangsters wear suits and ties.

When the two parties met, they didn't talk nonsense.

The Russian mafia man took out a box and opened it.

There was only a small piece of white bone the size of a thumb in the box, but the white bone was glowing with a little milky white light.

After the Hand members confirmed that the items were genuine, they handed over the two boxes.

The Russian mafia men opened it, and the green banknotes were neatly stacked in the box.

"There's no difference in the amount."

The Russian mafia man nodded and handed over the box containing the bones.

The two parties completed the transaction without any incident, which disappointed Weller on the rooftop.

After the transaction ended, the Hand and the Russian Mafia people left quickly as if nothing had happened, but they did not notice a dark shadow quietly following the Russian Mafia's car.

Weller ran wildly on the roof, watching the two cars moving below, calculating the distance between the Hand and the Mafia. When the Hand's people disappeared, he took a deep breath, and his breathing method quietly operated, like a flame explosion. Power suddenly exploded in his body, and he jumped from the roof.

The body flipped in mid-air, and the knife behind his back was drawn out silently.

呲!

The front of the car was instantly cut open by the vibranium knife, as smooth as cutting through a piece of butter.

"Ah!"

The car with its front end missing turned over with a scream, but before the overturned car could land, Weller, who had already dodged to the side, kicked off the ground with his feet and rushed towards the next car.

Breath of Flame · One Type · Shiranui!

At this moment, Weller's figure was as fast as fire. When he approached the second car, he held out the knife in his hand.

呲!

The wheel on the left side was easily cut in half, and the speeding car lost its balance. The car body rubbed against the ground with a trail of sparks, spinning hard and hitting the first car, knocking all the people on the car to pieces. .

"Damn it, it's a ghost!"

A gang member yelled, reaching for his weapon.

But as soon as he took it out, the cold knife pierced the car door and accurately cut the weapon in his hand in half.

Shocked, panicked, and then...a fist grew bigger and bigger in front of his eyes.

There was a series of muffled sounds, and all the people in the car were knocked unconscious.

By the time the people in the first car got out, Weller had disappeared, and two cash boxes disappeared with him.