Marvel Nephalem

"New York is the most dazzling place in North America with every inch of land and the world's number one financial center. Every year, countless Americans go here with dreams and work hard with wisdom and sweat under the sun."

"Some of them become famous instantly and quickly rise to the elite or even the upper class, joining the 1 group of people being served."

"And most of them become service providers, playthings, and stepping stones for the elite."

"But some people are unwilling to fail. They hide themselves in the night and become a nightmare in the city, using hallucinogens, fear and violence to try to share this golden city with the elite."

"But this is not wishful thinking."

Under the orange light, Andrei Ivanovich in a suit and tie sat on a soft boss chair. There was a 5 submachine gun under the table. In the gold ashtray on the desk, a cigar was burning. There was a glimmer of light and smoke rising.

Andre's words were spoken to his son, Alexei, who was an extremely sleepy 7-year-old boy in his arms.

At this time, the sky had turned white. Alexey looked at the submachine gun under his father's desk in confusion, and then looked at the door of the office. Two Samoan bodyguards with strong bodies were smiling at Alexey. Compared to The firearms in his father's hands and the two bodyguards who always seemed very gentle made him feel safer.

"When I was 23 years old, I took Uncle Mordo's smuggling ship and came to this fertile land of freedom, hoping to get a better quality of life from here..."

Andre looked at his youngest son and continued to tell the story of how he faced the cruel reality and built his own gang empire. Little did he know that the end of the empire would be today.

Passing through the 65th floor of the building, in the security room on the ground floor, Clark Kent, who was wearing a black tights, was holding the guard on duty by the back of his neck and gently placing him on the seat.

CIA's information is very accurate, which allows him to perfectly understand the daily habits of the mission target, as well as the monitoring location within the company.

This allows him to plan his route well.

This was the last target in the deal with CIA. Because Clark acted quickly and CIA responded quickly and tacitly, Dennis Luther had no time to react. In just one day and night, he easily defeated the first six targets. Judging from the situation at hand, Clark can easily solve this one.

From Clark's point of view, this kind of concealment of a person's whereabouts and catching a person should be easy to do by hijacking from a blind spot in the surveillance when there are loopholes in the security, but there are always people who don't think so.

Just like someone who is taking a keen interest in him.

Seven kilometers away on the Gold Coast, Wilson Fisk, accompanied by his friend Wesley, was observing Clark's whereabouts through surveillance signal hijacking and precise positioning.

He was gently twisting his cufflinks with rough fingers and was sitting at his desk, looking at the monitor and thinking carefully.

When he saw Clark's fleeting figure on the surveillance camera in the utility room corridor on the 27th floor, he suddenly asked Wesley beside him: "Don't you think he looks like the same person in every aspect?"

Wesley, who was wiping his eyes, thought about it for a moment and said, "If you give up his super power of putting pressure on people, then the only thing left is his rumored strength. I don't seem to know anyone who is similar to him."

Wilson Fisk said disappointedly: "Yes, Steve Rogers, our dear Captain America."

Wesley then asked: "Where does it look like?"

"In terms of his meticulous mind and extraordinary physical fitness, he is very similar. But Clark Kent has a disabled shoulder, but with that kind of strange super power, the captain may not be able to defeat him easily."

Wilson put away his usual compassionate expression. For a person like him, who always has two faces, both public and private, he looked at his long-time friend calmly: "Use the minimum cost to make the partners happy." The most satisfying thing is what we should always consider. Giving up and gaining are always inseparable, but sometimes, in the gaps of countless coincidences and fate, we can even save the cost."

Wesley nodded with understanding. He knew that Wilson had a solution, and from a strategic perspective, Kingpin would never fail.

Turn your attention back to Wall Street.

Clark had quickly climbed to the 30th floor and was sneaking in the shadows while avoiding the night patrols of security personnel while communicating with the system in a hurry: "I think they are about to take action."

The system responded with a sneer: "To be courteous for nothing, to commit adultery or to steal, they just want to kill the donkey. Old man, why don't we run away first and save our strength. I think Winnie and the others are about to succeed. That water rat named Schneider should also We can get Annie out in time.”

Clark said, quickly sneaking into the storage room, looking at the printing papers piled up in the storage room, and buttoning a button-like metal object from the sweater on the back collar with his right hand, and a smile appeared on his old face that had gone through many vicissitudes of life: "Nothing is absolute. , but as long as you provide information properly, my old dog can break the bones and tendons they bite."

As he spoke, Clark opened the window, pulled out the pistol from his waist with his left hand, and stuck his right hand out of the window. With his eyes closed tightly, he let his mind wander, and his mental perception immediately opened. All disturbances within a radius of nearly 70 meters could not escape his perception.

The system also knew that it could not change Clark's mind, so it could only lament and cooperate fully.

In fact, it can understand that when he thinks back to those days, when he had unrivaled power but suffered setbacks one after another, he would be unable to hold back his anger and let it devour his life.

Although the consequences are always getting worse, for the system, everything is no longer good or bad, right or wrong.

On the top floor of the building, the phone kept ringing in the room.

Andrei Ivanov, who had finished telling his story, let go of his son Alexei's small hand, lifted the 5 at his feet with a look of determination, and walked up to the two bodyguards who had been loyal to him for many years. He said in a deep voice: "Dawn, Maurice, if Kingpin goes back on his word, you will take Alexei to Moscow, and my uncle will protect him."

Dawn, who was as big as a gorilla, asked: "Mr. Andre, what will happen to Dennis Luther if he knows that you have left his protection..."

"Without his sister, that nigger is nothing compared to the Kingpin." Andre called his obedient little son and continued to say to Dawn in a low voice: "What if, I mean what if Clark Kent takes over tonight?" If you have the upper hand, you can hide with Alexei. If I am still alive, I will definitely pick you up."

"It's so unrealistic."

Dawn frowned slightly, shook her head and said, "Oh... okay."