Marvel Nephalem

Port Hudson, Clinton Group cargo storage area

Dennis Luther, dressed in smart clothes, stared at the freighter docked slowly at the port pier. He hugged the enchanting Marlena J, who was wearing a black evening dress, and whispered in her ear: "My dear, we don't need to rely on the power of the gang. I will deal with that old beggar Clark in the next two days."

Marlena looked at Dennis Luther beside her with some worry. At this moment, Dennis's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and the hand holding her was shaking slightly. Different from the calmness before, Dennis now looked like a first-time drug addict. In that way, he seemed overly excited.

She suddenly realized something, pushed Dennis away and asked angrily: "You tried the medicine on yourself?"

Dennis, who took two steps back, covered his chest and teased Marlena: "The side effect is just a short-term excitement, maybe we should~"

"Oh, five seconds." Marlena walked up to Dennis, grabbed his tie angrily and said, "Wesley is an old classmate of mine, and I still have some friendship with him. We can obviously make two preparations to reduce risks."

When Dennis heard Marlena's words, he shook his head and smiled and explained seriously: "Having contact with the gangster financial officer will not end well. This drug only stimulates human potential in a short period of time. As long as it is not overdosed within a day, You can recover with proper training.”

"What if you fail? What if this drug isn't enough for you to defeat Clark?"

Malena touched her slightly bulging belly and continued to ask: "What should we do for our child so that she can grow up without the protection of her father?"

"Don't get excited, don't get excited."

Dennis quickly reassured: "Although this drug can increase strength, what I only value is the improvement of reaction ability it has. I will not be stupid enough to let him get close to me, let alone within the scope of his ability. Last time I have tested the range of his super power on Tenth Avenue, and it is only 70 meters at most, and he needs to see the enemy to use that power."

As he spoke, Dennis pointed to the container lifted by the dock's crane and continued: "There are the best snipers and special operations mercenaries in the world in there. I equipped them with heavy-duty insulating suits, hunting grids, and electric shocks. Guns, general-purpose rifles, grenade launchers and anti-materiel sniper rifles. If a brown bear puts on a body armor, even a partition wall can make a hole as big as a plate in his body. What's more, he is now being photographed by the media and undercover visits. We are concerned about his movements. He knew everything, but there was nothing he could do about it.”

"Is it"

Marlena suddenly realized that Dennis's careful layout in the past two months was almost a foolproof strategy, and she did not need the help of local underground forces at all. She lifted her blond hair that fell in front of her face and sighed: "Then you must have done it well. Prepare for the aftermath.”

"William Rollins, people in the outside world only call him Agent Orange."

Dennis Luther looked at the setting sun slowly setting over the sea, and said with a proud smile: "CIA agents specialize in doing dirty work, and their hands are not very clean, and they are very greedy for money. Our company's security work is done in cooperation with him, from New York. The gangster is nothing to him, but to me, he is just a dog wagging its tail and looking for a job."

Three kilometers southeast of Port Hudson is Bryant Park in midtown Manhattan.

A bald man in a suit who is blind in one eye is standing on the roof of the building, using a telescope to look at the fallen pedestrians in the park and the blood stains on the ground. Four corpses next to the carousel are being neatly arranged by medical staff. A pair of adult men and women, As well as their son and daughter, they are clearly a family.

The medical staff put the two children and the adult woman into body bags one after another. Just as they took out another body bag and prepared to put the adult man in it, these people suddenly exploded and hurried back to the ambulance to get first aid. equipment.

"what"

The one-eyed man held the binoculars and looked at the adult man who should be dead. He looked at the resolute face that he would never forget and cursed angrily: "You're not dead even if you're shot between the eyebrows. Are you immortal, Frank?" "

He angrily put the telescope in his pocket, stroked his blind eye, took out his phone and pulled out a Kingpin number.

After a short wait for the prompt tone, Wilson Fisk's voice rang on the phone: "Rollins, I have complied with your request. You owe me a favor."

William Rollins said angrily: "What I want from Kingpin is for him to die in despair, but he is still alive."

Wilson Fisk's voice had no emotion: "Then you need me even more, right?"

William Rollins suddenly realized something and asked, "Kingpin, what do you mean by this? You'd better explain it clearly."

"Come to my office."

Wilson Fisk was indifferent to William Rollins' threat and added: "It's a pleasure to cooperate, Mr. Agent."

William Rollins looked at the phone that had been hung up in his hand. With veins on his temples bulging, he turned and walked towards the elevator shaft. After taking two deep breaths, he regained his composure.

William Rawlings, who walked into the elevator, glanced at the simple interior and the sign above his head that was reserved for cleaning and maintenance personnel and that no outsiders were allowed to enter. He pressed button No. 1. As the elevator slowly descended, the floor above the button The display also dropped from 34 to 24th floor, 14th floor, and then stopped at the eighth floor.

William looked at the opening elevator in confusion, and the white-haired burly old man standing at the door looking around, with an employee badge on his chest and black sunglasses and a black mask on his face. With the corners of his mouth twitching, he pointed to the sign hanging above his head. Dissatisfied: "No idlers are allowed in. Are you a cleaning and maintenance staff?"

The old man glanced at the sign and pushed William to the side. Just when William became alert and was about to put his hand behind his back to draw the gun, the old man took off his sunglasses, glanced up and down William Rollins' suit, and said coldly: "I He’s the father of the janitor’s boss’s boss’s boss.”

William Rollins immediately realized that he was too sensitive. He smiled and stretched out his hand. When he was about to introduce himself, the old man put on his sunglasses again and said coldly: "If you dare to touch a gun in front of me again, then you must do it right." Be prepared to eat it in.”

The elevator suddenly opened. William Rollins, who had retracted his hand, slightly chinned his head and prepared to flee the scene. Suddenly, he felt a huge force coming from his back, which forcefully dragged him back.

The old man pulled out the pistol from his waist, tightened his neck with one arm, took off his sunglasses and mask with a resentful sigh, and dragged William Rollins to the door regardless of his struggle.

Staring at the tall handsome guy who was chatting with the employees and wearing a security consultant badge on his chest, he raised his arm to lift William Rollins, who was blushing, in front of him, and asked the tall handsome guy who was stunned. Said: "How do you do security work? Even idlers can bring guns into the maintenance elevator?"