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Looking at Weller who left quickly, Daredevil looked solemn.

"This guy is very dangerous. With his profit-seeking character, he will become a new threat to Hell's Kitchen at any time."

Being alone and powerful...

Just thinking about the possibility of encountering such an enemy in the future gave him a headache.

At this time, he heard a scream, his expression changed, and he rushed over there quickly.

At the same time, Weller, who had finished his hunting, had returned home.

Weller had a good harvest tonight.

I happened to meet a group of gang members who had just completed a BF deal.

He won't miss such fat meat.

13, a good harvest.

But when he thought that the next level of Flame Breath required 3000 million, his heart suddenly stopped.

"It's still a long way off."

Whispering, looking at the sleeping little guy, Weller smiled slightly, tucked him in and got ready to sleep.

Just lay down...

Wow!

Hope's cry sounded at the right time, and Weller's eyes widened instantly.

Okay, this little ancestor is hungry again.

……

New York Harbor.

Martin, who has a Chinese face, is sitting on the dock, eating noodles and looking at the containers being loaded, his eyes full of vigilance.

"It's all lumpy."

Martin murmured dissatisfiedly, took a few bites at random, and threw it into the trash can.

The goods tonight were very important, and he had to keep a close eye on them to make sure there were no mistakes.

"If you're taking risks here to transport goods, you might as well give Mr. Hunter a call. Boss Lai is too stingy."

Martin muttered in a low voice, his face full of dissatisfaction, but when he saw a forklift driver curiously looking at the wooden boxes loaded with goods, his expression changed, he strode over, and slapped the driver on the back of the head.

Snapped!

There was a crisp sound and the white driver turned his head.

"I'm going to die! Get away quickly! Is there anything you can see?"

"Fake! You are..."

Before he could finish speaking, Martin sneered and touched his bulging lower back.

The white driver smiled and hurriedly picked up the gently swaying wooden box and drove away.

"Humph!"

Martin's face was full of disdain. These idiots bullied the weak and feared the strong. If you encounter such a guy, just kick him in the balls.

but……

Martin frowned as he remembered the box that had been gently shaken just now.

This was the drug given by that idiot. Why did the people inside wake up?

However, it shouldn't be a big problem. The container will be full soon and the goods will leave the country in one night.

As long as he spends tonight peacefully, tomorrow will have nothing to do with him.

"I heard that since the Russian mafia issued a wanted order for Mr. Hunter, people in Hell's Kitchen have been looking for Mr. Hunter like crazy. I hope that nothing will happen to Mr. Hunter..."

Martin murmured, thinking of Mr. Hunter, who had saved him and was extremely generous, and he couldn't help but have a flash of respect in his eyes.

"You must inquire about the situation in Hell's Kitchen as soon as you get back. If there is any danger, please alert Mr. Hunter."

Martin joins the gang now just to help Weller get more useful information, both to help Weller and to get a lot of reward from Weller.

It's just that because he is Chinese, many gangs don't want him at all, so he can only join Lai Lao's men and be a little smuggler.

At this moment, a gunshot was heard from the originally quiet dock.

Martin was shocked.

Nothing will really happen, right?

"what's the situation!"

He yelled and rushed towards where the gunshots had come from.

When he rushed into the dock filled with containers and came to their container, he only saw a few bodies.

Someone from their gang.

His eyes darkened, and he had a bad feeling in his heart, as if he was being targeted by something terrible.

He backed away step by step, while the rest of his gang rushed towards him.

Suddenly, as a thug passed by the container, he was pulled in by a pair of hands.

The next moment, there was only a crisp sound of bones breaking from behind the container.

A layer of cold sweat appeared on Martin's forehead.

He felt mortally threatened.

This new enemy is dangerous.

Without hesitation, he turned around and ran out of the dock.

Just as he turned to run away, gunfire rang out one after another, but within a few seconds, the gunfire stopped abruptly.

As Martin ran, he looked back and saw a tall, middle-aged man in a leather jacket pointing a gun at him.

"Grass!"

He is just responsible for keeping an eye on the goods. Why should he go to Boss Lai to have any grudges?

Looking at the sea a few meters away, at the moment when the gunfire rang out, Martin jumped forward, dodged the bullet, rolled on the ground several times, and fell into the sea while crawling.

Brian Mills ignored Martin who escaped. Finding his daughter is the most important thing now!

Thinking of this, he calmly opened the container and strode inside.

A stench hit him, he frowned and turned on the flashlight he picked up.

I saw a dozen boxes neatly placed at the door of the container. Through the gaps between the boxes, I could see unconscious people lying inside the container.

As soon as he thought about his daughter possibly being in such a bad environment, his anger couldn't stop pouring out of his heart.

Pry open the boxes one by one.

No no……

His expression became increasingly ugly, and he looked at the crowd inside.

After a moment, he walked out of the container, called the police, dragged a gang member who was still unconscious from the ground, and disappeared into the night.

……

In the middle of the night, there was silence.

Weller, who was sleeping soundly, opened his eyes suddenly and grabbed the weapon he placed beside the bed.

Breathing became longer and longer, and Weller's senses were strengthened as the breathing method worked.

The sound of footsteps, breathing, and the sound of bullets being loaded.

Weller's eyes turned cold and he drew his weapon.

At this time, several red dots fell on the curtains.

Weller's expression changed.

Hell, there are snipers too.

Looking at little Hope who was still sleeping soundly, Weller felt a little anxious.

He is fine alone. With his self-healing ability, he can rush out even if he is injured, but little Hope...

Damn it, it’s not easy!

He picked up little Hope and temporarily placed the little guy in the windowless bathroom, then quietly came to the door and put on his mask.

When the footsteps stopped in front of his door and the sound of bullets being loaded was clearly heard, his eyes turned cold, and he slowly raised the knife in his hand and stabbed it out.

呲!

The door was easily pierced, and the bright knife passed through a killer's forehead like a cold light.

The killer's body swayed and instantly collapsed, and the hand that had just held the doorknob dropped weakly.

The enemies outside the door were startled, pushed the corpse aside, and raised their weapons.

But before they could open fire, the door flew out with scorching flames.

boom!

A gangster was knocked against the wall by the flying door, and hot flames exploded like fireworks.