Sentinel of American Comics

In the deep night, Sean quietly climbed through the window and returned to the apartment. He took off the hooded sweatshirt used to hide his appearance, removed the body armor and tactical dagger, and lay on the bed thinking about it. He visited James tonight - Wesley, Kingpin's personal assistant, is also one of the underworld emperor's most trusted confidants.

He deliberately created an image with mysterious origins and unconventional tricks, just to make Wesley confused about his origins and create a feeling of uncertainty. Generally smart people will think more than ordinary people. More, this is exactly what Sean wants, he wants to use this sense of mystery to eliminate the intimidation and awe brought by the Kingpin.

Sean has no interest in becoming the underworld emperor of New York. He just wants to use Kingpin's wealth to take the first step in his grand goal of ruling Hell's Kitchen? That is something that will be considered later. If you want a smart person to betray his boss, you must first arouse the desire deep in the other person's heart.

Ambition is an instinct that everyone is born with, but most people whitewash it into seemingly glorious ideals or firm beliefs.

Wesley is a capable and smart man. Generally, such people are rarely satisfied with what they have because they feel that they deserve more and deserve higher status, more wealth, and more power... …Human desires are endless, like a bottomless abyss that is difficult to fill.

A guy who appeared out of nowhere and said some crazy words that didn't know what he was capable of could make Wesley suddenly betray his boss, the notorious underworld emperor?

No matter how powerful the protagonist's halo is, it is impossible to reach this level. All Sean has to do is plant a seed of ambition in Wesley's heart. If Kingpin really falls, who should hand over the huge family property left by the underworld emperor?

Sean has never believed that there is absolute loyalty between people in this world. As long as the price is enough, anyone is likely to betray you, provided that you can afford the chips.

Kingpin disguised himself as a philanthropist and socialite, often sponsoring young people from Hell's Kitchen to help them complete their studies. Those who were favored often joined the company under Kingpin's name and became the largest criminal group in New York. one of them.

That was the case with Wesley, but he was the most successful one. A young law student who graduated from a prestigious school, he suddenly became the legal adviser to the gang leader, and finally became Kingpin's personal assistant, managing everything for him. With all the businesses in Hell's Kitchen, I have to say that this kind of life is quite legendary.

Perhaps in Kingpin's view, he has given Wesley enough, but the other party may not think so. Who doesn't want to climb up and sit in a higher position?

"That lawyer who likes to go out at night has to thank me. After all, I will soon solve a big problem for him." Sean put his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling blankly.

Sometimes when he looks in the mirror, he feels strange. Since he came to this world, he has gained power beyond ordinary people's understanding. He has gradually become stronger bit by bit, and can kill gangsters who threaten him without changing his expression. In order to To achieve his goal, he can appropriately adopt some shameful means, such as spreading information about Osborn Industries and the Green Goblin, or using Dr. Connors to perfect the algorithmic formula for the evolution of the decay rate.

Sean couldn't tell whether this change was good or bad. In short, if he chose this path, he must go on without hesitation. Any stumbling block that stood in the way of progress would be ruthlessly crushed by him, or he would be crushed. Kick your feet away.

Gradually, the young boy's eyes became firm again. This is not a world where normal people or good people can survive. When those villains destroy the world, and when those aliens attack, no one will because your moral level is higher than yours. Ordinary people, I will give you a break.

"The world is not beautiful after all, it is dangerous and cruel." Sean muttered to himself, and then fell asleep.

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The next day.

When night falls.

A huge, muscular figure stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. He had a shiny, round bald head, and was dressed in an elegant custom-made suit. He always had a sincere smile on his face. He did not have any terrifying aura on his body, which made it difficult for people to see him. It is conceivable that this fat, bald man who looks quite amiable will turn out to be the most talked-about Kingpin in the underworld world.

"Bullseye, you know, my father is an annoying drunkard. He gets drunk every day and takes it out on me and my mother when he comes home. Once, I was bullied by a bully in school. When my father found out, he took me I found that guy, he grabbed the person who bullied me and told me to beat him hard, saying, 'Only if the fist is hard enough, others will be afraid of you and not dare to bully you.' So I beat the bully very badly, When the blood splashed on my face, I realized that violence is as fascinating as fine wine."

"This is the only thing that drunken lady taught me." Jin Bin rubbed the buttons on his cuffs, the smile on his face faded little by little, and the murderous aura of the underworld emperor suddenly emanated, "Money and power can make people Bow your head and surrender, offer your dignity, but only your fists can make others fear you from the bottom of their hearts!"

"So, when I grew up, I joined a gang and was determined to be the one with the toughest fists."

"Boss, you rule the entire underground world of New York. No one is afraid of your majesty and power. Even the unscrupulous Irish and the Russian mafia have obediently handed over their territory."

A tough man wearing a black trench coat and tight leather pants flattered. He was called "Bullseye" and was one of Kingpin's few confidants. He served as a thug and bodyguard. He had a gun target pattern painted on his forehead. There was a ferocious, evil look in his eyes.

Many gang leaders who did not obey Kingpin's rule died at the hands of this guy. Bullseye was once a notorious professional killer, and was later hired by Kingpin to become his chief assassin. He had a natural throwing ability and could use Any object in his hand is thrown at the target with incredible accuracy. Playing cards, toothpicks, darts... these can become terrifying murder weapons in his hands.

"Why didn't you kill Daredevil last time?" Jin Xiang asked Bullseye. He knew that his subordinate rarely made mistakes.

"A guy with a skull pattern on his clothes rescued him." Bullseye said harshly.

"The Punisher... Hell's Kitchen is just getting more and more interesting."

Daredevil is a street hero who has emerged recently. He wears a strange costume similar to the red devil and fights criminals everywhere. Last month, he messed up several of Kingpin's businesses. He didn't take the financial losses seriously. Here, it's just that the underworld emperor can't tolerate anyone who dares to provoke him.

As for the Punisher, he is a more brutal guy than Daredevil. All criminals caught by him will hardly survive. The other party is good at using various firearms and should be a mercenary or a retired special soldier who has received strict training. The New York Police Department has regarded him as the most dangerous person and is fully seeking him.

"Bullseye, try to find out the identity of Daredevil. I want to play with him slowly." A cruel smile appeared on Kingpin's lips. He hadn't met such an interesting character in a long time.

Kingpin saw many people who thought they were righteous. These people thought they were the protagonists in comic books and could save the world. In the end, they all knelt at their feet, crying and begging for mercy, completely abandoning the beliefs they once insisted on.

Money can make people bend, power can make people bow down, and violence can make those with money and power full of fear.

Kingpin looked at Hell's Kitchen with satisfaction. This once chaotic place of slums was now at his feet. Those casinos, nightclubs, hotels... were all his property; those gangsters, gangsters, and drug dealers ...They all fell at their feet. He was the secret ruler behind this city, and he was on an equal footing with the big shots.

While the underworld emperor was immersed in his career, a tiny firelight flickered outside the floor-to-ceiling window, then continued to magnify, rushing towards the luxurious apartment where he was staying.

"Boss, be careful!"

Bullseye noticed something was wrong immediately and quickly sounded a warning.

Kingpin's eyes widened, his muscles tensed up, and despite his huge body weighing an astonishing 450 pounds, he did not move at all slowly. He jumped aside nimbly, and then the bulletproof floor-to-ceiling window shattered, glass fragments flew into the sky, and exploded. The air waves swept in all directions, tearing apart the precious carpets, the oil paintings hanging on the walls, the dazzling array of high-end wine cabinets... everything in the room was torn to pieces, and the hot fire light was like a bloody mouth, licking the leather. Sofa and wooden floor.

A surprisingly powerful rocket kicked off the attack.

ps: I have a cold, there is only one update today...

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