Chapter 499 The gangster eats the gangster
New York, Brooklyn, Seaport area.
A single-family luxury apartment building.
A blond beauty was wearing a simple suspender pajamas, lying on a soft and expensive Sealy mattress, sleeping quietly. After a while, she suddenly woke up, sat up, shook her head from side to side, and then got up and got out of bed.
"I'm late? Thirty minutes?"
The blonde beauty started talking to herself.
"It's impossible, right? Well, if you're late, you'll be late."
The woman walked to the bathroom barefoot and started taking a shower.
All the while she was talking to herself.
I walked out of the bathroom and wiped my semi-dry hair.
Come to the walk-in closet and start shopping.
"Which outfit do you think I should wear today?"
"No, this color is too exaggerated."
“This one is too complicated and not simple enough.”
The woman finally chose a hip-hugging tight knitted short dress with a V-neck zipper on the chest, which outlined her slim figure and slightly exposed her plump breasts. The dark red color, which is difficult for ordinary women to control, complements her perfectly, making her look pure and sexy.
"How about this one?"
The woman spun around in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror.
No one in the entire mansion responded to her.
Women are always talking to themselves, as if they are talking to some being. If someone sees this scene, they will inevitably shudder. Could this tall and beautiful beauty be suffering from some kind of mental illness?
The woman stood in front of the vanity in the bathroom.
Her face was reflected in the mirror.
She has exquisite three-dimensional yet sharp facial features, deep eyes, a high nose bridge, a V-shaped pointed chin, gray-green eyes, and a head of dirty blonde shawl hair that is simply highlighted and hanging down casually. The woman placed her hands on the edge of the basin and stared at herself in the mirror. What was shocking was...
Her face gradually changed.
The purple gelatinous substance slowly poured out from her nostrils and ears, gradually covering half of her face, and then turned into a ferocious purple face with sharp edges and some silver stripes around her cheeks. With pale and cold eyes, the big mouth slowly opened to the base of the ears, revealing a row of teeth that were as neat and sharp as blades, and a sharp, bony tongue with barbs stretched out and rolled flexibly.
"Am I good-looking, Qinghun?"
The woman asked looking in the mirror.
Half pretty face, half scary face.
It's like something out of a horror movie.
However, the next second, the purple substance suddenly returned to her skin and returned to its original state.
The woman straightened up and chuckled, turned and walked into the innermost part of the cloakroom, raised her fingers and pressed lightly on the wall.
The fingerprint recognition light flashed.
Walls cracked to reveal interior mezzanines.
Inside is a dark red high-collar cloak.
The woman pulled the cloak and rolled it over her shoulders. The red cloak's laces were automatically fastened and buttoned. Then the woman lifted the edge of the cloak and wrapped it around herself. There was a "crash" sound, and the cloak quickly shook and shrank, along with the contents of the cloak. Together with the other women, they disappeared into the cloakroom.
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New York, Fix Building.
"Wow!"
The cloak was unfurled again.
The woman appeared out of thin air inside the building and strode forward. Her face was covered by a red mask, just like all superheroes or supervillains.
The woman opened a door.
Inside is a conference room.
One side of the long conference table was already filled with arrogant and fierce-looking gangsters in suits, led by a bald white man wearing a white suit jacket.
This man was extremely fat and resembled a bull, with a big head, a thick neck, a fleshy face, sinister eyes, and a diamond cane in his broad palm.
Wilson Fisk.
Or also called, Jin Bin.
The king of the New York underworld.
A group of gangsters turned their eyes together and followed the woman directly to the other end of the long conference table. Then Shi Shiran sat down and crossed his legs.
Next to her and behind her stood a group of muscular men. They were dressed in different costumes and wore masks. They had a fierce aura about them, and they looked equally difficult to mess with.
"Crimson Cloak, you're late."
Kingpin said coldly.
Fingers as thick as carrots tapped on the table.
By the way, the Patek Philippe on his wrist is revealed.
"Oh, is it so?"
The woman in red spread her palms:
"But my father told me that being late is a woman's natural privilege. Why can't I wait even for a short while?"
"snort."
Jin Bin looked calm and snorted, but he didn't dwell on the matter anymore. Instead, he changed the topic and said:
"I have found the person you want. According to our previous agreement, your people must withdraw from Hell's Kitchen, New York, and give us all the business there."
"Did you find it?"
The woman in red asked in surprise.
I thought that shouldn’t be the case. I’ve been searching for so many years and still haven’t found any clues about him, but you found it first? Does Fatty Fatty have such a wide range of channels?
Kingpin nodded slowly.
"Are you trying to fool me?"
The woman in red narrowed her eyes and said doubtfully.
Kingpin raised the corners of his mouth with a proud look on his face, and did not explain anything. He just clapped his hands gently:
"Bring the people here."
Two gang members escorted a short and thin man in, one on the left and the other on the right. The man was wearing a plaid shirt and jeans, plain clothes, and a cloth bag covering his head.
The woman in the red mask looked at the man up and down, and couldn't help but frown, thinking that his body shape was not like this. Did Kingpin make something wrong?
Two gang members kicked the man in the back of the knee. The man fell to his knees with a thud, and then the bag was pulled off his head, revealing an Asian face.
The woman in red was even more dissatisfied. I thought to myself...who the hell is this? In the eyes of this stupid fat pig like you, do all Asians look the same?
Before she could get angry.
Kingpin used the end of his cane to lift the man's chin:
"Go on, tell me everything you know."
"I said, I said...what did I say?"
The man looked sad and asked blankly.
Kingpin almost hit him with his cane:
"Everything about that man!"
"Ah, I know, I said it, I said it."
The man quickly lowered his head and begged for mercy.
"His name is Qingshan, or Qingshan Khan. The latter title seems to be his title in the Warhammer 40K universe. He is very powerful and famously powerful. He dares to challenge perfect humans... Well, you probably don't know anything. He is a perfect human being. Anyway, he is a large society in the world of reincarnation. Do you know the world of reincarnation? That is... In addition to being powerful, his biggest label is that he keeps his promises. According to every player who has dealt with him, Qingshan is very Keep your word, as long as you are willing to surrender and pay the ransom, he will not kill you...that's all I know."
The man raised his head carefully and spoke.
Reincarnation world? Player? Society?
The woman in red frowned slowly.
Is that where he is?
No wonder, no wonder I can't find him...
"We are reincarnators, I mean, he is also a reincarnation. We can travel through different universes, including the Marvel comic universe where you are, I..."
The man continued to stutter.
The entire meeting was silent.
"Are you satisfied with this answer?"
Jin Bin asked with a smile:
"Miss Crimson Cloak?"
The woman in red was silent.
After a moment, she spoke:
"Thank you for the important information, Mr. Kingpin. Thank you sincerely. It has been of great help to me."
"So, Hell's Kitchen?"
Kingpin asked with a raised brow.
The woman lowered her head.
A smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"He is trustworthy, but I am not trustworthy..."
Jin Bin's face suddenly darkened:
"You mean to..."
"Hehehehe..."
The woman raised her head and smiled and said:
"I want Hell's Kitchen, and I want this building."
"Do it!"
The woman slapped the table and turned over, jumped onto the long conference table, and flew directly towards Kingpin opposite.
"Fire! Fire!"
Kingpin yelled hastily. The surrounding men quickly raised their guns and fired, and suddenly the whole room was filled with bullets.
The woman in red was not afraid of the fluttering clothes. She grabbed a corner of the cloak and turned around. The bullets hit the red cloak and they lost momentum and fell to the ground like mud cows entering the sea. The cloak wrapped around the woman quickly folded and collapsed and disappeared, and then her figure Reappeared behind the Kingpin gang.
"She's behind...poof!"
The woman has superb fighting skills and great strength. She can knock down several gangsters with three punches and two kicks. Her men were also super villains, and they used all kinds of special skills to quickly defeat Kingpin's men - even if there was a steady influx of younger brothers from outside, it still didn't help.
"boom--"
The walls crumbled and exploded.
The two-meter-tall one-horned man crashed through the reinforced concrete wall and rushed into the room. His burly body was covered with some kind of gray polymer material, and he was invulnerable and powerful. A few dashes caused the Kingpin gang to collapse instantly.
"Run quickly and cover the boss's departure!"
Several loyal men shouted hurriedly.
However, Crimson Cloak is still in pursuit.
Kingpin may seem tall and fat, but he is actually equally skilled. When a super villain tried to fight him in close combat, he jumped onto his waist and threw him, then rolled over and threw him. He smashed through the floor-to-ceiling glass and screamed as he fell outside the building.
Seeing that Kingpin was about to escape into the secret passage, the woman in red was heartbroken and no longer held back any options. Her body was quickly covered with a layer of unknown purple substance, but she did not turn into a muscular monster, and her figure was still sexy and strong. .
Then the purple substance in one of her arms twitched and converged, and in an instant it turned into a silver mechanical gun, firing loudly at the backs of Kingpin and his gang.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"
The muzzle of the gun spits out tongues of fire, and the explosive power is astonishing. In an instant, a row of human shields were beaten into pieces, and blood foam flew everywhere, and all the bodyguards were reduced to bone fragments.
…
Kingpin lay on his back like a mountain of meat.
Thick and sticky blood covered the floor, dyeing his tall white suit red, and his colorful and plump colon was dripping out along the gap in his stomach. He tried to turn his head and tried his best to see the real face of the person, but all he could see was a pair of slender legs in high-top leather boots.
Walking towards him slowly.
"You, you...who are you?"
Kingpin asked vaguely and with difficulty.
"You want to know my true identity?"
The woman in red slowly squatted down:
"Okay, I'll just let you be a sensible person."
The woman said, lifting her hood and mask.
"Justine Hammer!"
Jin Bin's eyes widened in disbelief:
"You are Old Hammer's daughter..."
Kingpin stopped breathing with the shock of death.
At this point, the emperor of New York's underground gang has completely fallen.
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