I'm really not a superman in Marvel

In Hell's Kitchen, a party had just ended, and everyone who participated in the party left and went home one after another.

At the door, a group of social people covered in tattoos and dressed in black sunglasses with big gold chains were surrounding one person and talking.

"Boss Frank, you have to come to my place next week! I have a good bottle of wine waiting for you!"

A big black man with a strong figure and a fierce face said with a smile.

Another tall and thin white man with a sinister smile said not to be outdone:
"Don't mention your bottle of wine. It's been hidden for so many years and you won't take it out. It's not sure if it's still there! Frank, come to my place when you have time. I can arrange any kind of beauties for you!"

"Rick, stop blowing!"

Another black man dressed in jewels and rich clothes said with contempt on his face:
"The last time I asked you to handle a third-rate actress, I had to spend my own money to be reliable!"

……

The gang leaders of this group of Hell's Kitchen praised the short, fat, unattractive white middle-aged man in the center one by one, and he just laughed at this, and then said goodbye to everyone one by one when the time was almost up.

In the end, the man got into his own car and quietly closed his eyes in the back seat to rest his mind.

As one of the leaders of the underworld in Hell's Kitchen in the post-Golden era, Frank's status is self-evident.

As the strength in his hands became stronger and stronger, there would be countless young guys eager to become his subordinates every day, and even gangster leaders, big and small, had to bow their knees in front of him and show their obsequious smiles.

This made him transform quickly, from a small gangster who used to struggle in Hell's Kitchen to a decent gangster.

Of course, it's only on the surface.

The vehicle drove slowly and steadily on the road, and arrived at Frank's house 15 minutes later.

Unlike the well-deserved king of Hell's Kitchen in the past, the leaders of Hell's Kitchen are not so cautious.

At least, the gangsters on Hell's Kitchen Street can point out the direction of the homes of several big shots, unlike Jin Bin who strictly protects his privacy.

But they didn't take it seriously, and even thought that the dead Kim was too cowardly to be the supreme uncrowned king of Hell's Kitchen.

Their idea is simple:
In hell's kitchen, if you don't even dare to report your home address, how can you be a big brother?

If you have the ability, come and ask for trouble!
Do you think the dozens of armed men in the family are just eating dry food?
Are the hundreds of younger brothers under his command raised to yell at him?

What is this called?
Line up!

What I have to say is that as members of gangsters, luck determines survival, and pattern determines achievement.

Having said that, Frank's home is a large villa with a large area and luxurious decoration.

Amidst the welcome sound of his subordinates, Frank moved his fat body and walked into the house waddlingly.

In the spacious and bright hall, when the tall and hot maid saw her boss coming back, she immediately greeted her with a charming smile.

"Boss, you are back."

The voice was soft and alluring, and paired with his superb figure, which was a head taller than Frank, made the Hell's Kitchen gangster, who had been lying with a group of stinky old men for a day, feel a surge of emotion, and couldn't help but reach into his short skirt.

"Hmm... don't... Madam is here..."

The maid pushed Frank in refusal, but it made Frank stop what he was doing.

"Where's Caitlin?"

Frank reached out his hand to the tip of his nose, and shook his nose vigorously twice, sniffing with a lewd smile on his face, but his tone was quite serious.

Seeing Frank stop, the maid felt a little unhappy, but she didn't dare to attack, she could only point to the stairs leading to the top and said:

"Upstairs, I have been here for a long time but there is no movement yet."

"Ah."

Frank nodded, wiped his body with his hands, and walked upstairs.

"Caitlin?"

He climbed upstairs and came to the door of the bedroom, and found that it was pitch black, so he yelled.

"Are you there, Caitlin?"

Frank raised his voice and asked again, but there was still no response after a while.

"what happened?"

He muttered in wonder, and stepped into the bedroom unsuspectingly.

In the next second, a black shadow fell from the ceiling and landed on Frank's body instantly.

Frank only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and his whole body was firmly grasped, and he couldn't even call for help.

"do not move!"

A deep and dark voice came from the back of his head, making his legs go weak instantly.

He's just not very vigilant, but he's certainly not stupid at all to be able to sit in this position for so long.

Being able to pass through his defense line silently in the dark and appear in his bedroom on the second floor, and this voice...

Frank naturally thought of the devil in Hell's Kitchen - Daredevil!
Thinking of this, Frank nodded vigorously like a chicken pecking rice.

"Very well, I'm here to ask something, if you cooperate, there will be no danger, understand?"

Daredevil continued, and Frank nodded again without hesitation.

"Wise choice."

Seeing that Frank was willing to cooperate, Daredevil opened his mouth slightly, allowing him to catch a few breaths.

Daredevil then asked:

"Who are you from?"

Hearing this, Frank froze for a moment, then replied nervously in a low voice:
"I don't understand you……"

"Don't play tricks on me, Frank!"

Daredevil interrupted Frank roughly, and said in a grim tone:

"Do you think I will believe that you have transformed from an unknown gangster on the street to a big man who inherits money and power by virtue of your strength? You know the price you will pay for lying!"

As he said that, a cold light flashed in Daredevil's hand, and a sharp weapon braving the cold air was firmly pressed against Frank's back.

"OK! OK! Calm down!"

Frank growled in panic, twisting and struggling to avoid the approaching sharp blade.

When Daredevil stopped, Frank swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said with fear on his face:

"I don't know who she is, I only know them..."

Soon, Daredevil knew all the information he wanted.

Frank, who was frank and lenient, ushered in the most tormenting moment at this time. He kept praying in his heart that Daredevil would spare him. If he could, he would definitely do more good things for Hell's Kitchen in the future...

"Have a good dream!"

While he was nervously waiting for Daredevil's trial, Daredevil's horrifying deep voice reached his ears.

Then, he lost consciousness and lay down on the bed.

Frank had a smile on his face as he heard that Daredevil had no intention of killing him.

Beside him lay his wife Caitlin, and after daylight he might suspect that all this was a nightmare.

And Daredevil has already left here along the night with the information.

……

The next day, the Defenders Building.

After listening to Daredevil's narration, Lynch nodded and walked to the familiar floor-to-ceiling windows.

"So Hell's Kitchen is actually under the Hand's control?"

"you can say it this way."

Daredevil replied calmly.

Lynch looked at the many high-spirited punks below, and couldn't help sighing:

"The local gangs in Hell's Kitchen are not very good either. Once the gold tie is down, no one is carrying the flag."

According to Daredevil's investigation, the biggest gangs in Hell's Kitchen are more or less related to the Hand.

Although they don't know that the people behind it are the same, there is no doubt that Hell's Kitchen is basically completely under the control of the Hand.

Even though Lynch doesn't think highly of these useless local gangsters, he has to admit that it is still easy to infiltrate the underworld of a region with the strength of the Hand.

Not to mention the five old guys who rebelled against Kunlun, a large number of rebellious subordinates of the Light Hand Society is enough for them to roam the dark world anywhere.

After all, there are still a small number of superheroes and super villains, and the vast majority of people in the underground world are just ordinary people, and it is difficult to compete with professional killer ninjas.

"These fellows of the Hand hold the source of all business, the living trade, the white powder factory..."

Daredevil ignored Lynch's complaints, and counted the crimes of the Hand Guild with a serious expression.

"I didn't realize the existence of these people before!"

"Matt, don't beat yourself up."

Sensing Daredevil's remorse and guilt, Lynch turned around and said with a smile:
"It's always going to happen, it just happens to be in Hell's Kitchen this time."

"Then us?"

Daredevil asked with a hint of anticipation.

"No, Matt, if they're just trying to run a small business in Hell's Kitchen, safe and sound, I don't care."

Lynch snorted, then squinted his eyes and looked into the distance:
"They have other plans, and their plans will endanger the whole of New York."

Daredevil frowned, somewhat unacceptable.

But if you think about it carefully, if you just engage in some simple illegal and criminal activities, it seems that Lynch really doesn't need to bother.

As long as he has a message, S.H.I.E.L.D. or Daredevil can solve the matter.

"What plan? What do they want?"

Daredevil asked suspiciously.

New York is not what it used to be. After the New York War, no one knows that there are a group of omnipotent superheroes in this city, and there is even a super boy who looks like a god.

How dare you dare to do things in New York at this time?
Or, how important should their goals be to them?
"It's simple."

Lynch said lightly:
"In order to continue to live, a few cowardly old men risked everything to make troubles in New York."

After finishing speaking, Lynch turned his head, his eyes penetrated through many obstacles, and saw an underground construction site that was being secretly constructed.

"Unfortunately, they sounded the death knell for their own demise."