Marvel Nephalem

The blazing sun of midsummer rises slowly from the Atlantic Ocean, casting its furious and scorching gaze on this golden city where hope and sin coexist.

The brilliant golden sunshine carries surging heat and drives away the endless evil dormant in the darkness.

When this divine light shined through the blinds of the Wall Street Building on Clark Kent's tattered black sweater, he was holding a broken samurai sword against the leader of the New York Mafia, Andre E. Wan's throat.

Looking at the half-cut samurai sword on the head of the dead bodyguard next to him, and listening to the screams and wailings of the undead people downstairs, Andre's throat trembled, and he decisively dropped the submachine gun in his hand. He smiled and said, "Kent, you may need a talker in the underground world."

Clark Kent, whose feet were in a pool of blood and covered in blood, let out a cold snort and used the broken samurai sword against Andre's throat to force him to kneel down. This made him a little panicked and said hurriedly: "You may have noticed that the CIA He is just using you. I can tell you clearly that this is all planned by Jin Bin. He is the boss behind the Emperor Group and the underground financial officer of the entire New York gang. You alone will never be able to bring him down."

Clark Kent's eyebrows jumped when he heard this, and even the bloodthirsty system that was whispering crazily in his mind quieted down. He asked in a hoarse and rich voice: "Why did Kingpin do this?"

"An ancient gangster born in Japan gave him a deal he couldn't refuse and couldn't refuse, requiring him to acquire all the real estate in Hell's Kitchen, as if for some cult ritual."

Seeing Clark's condescending look without bowing his head, hiding his bloodthirsty contempt, Andre, who felt that reality had deviated from the plan, hurriedly proved his worth and said: "You must know the Mafia. We are all over the world and have vast connections, but those Japanese gangsters It seems like they can't stop killing everyone, they have been eroding our jurisdiction, but if we join forces"

Clark Kent heard this and interrupted in a deep voice: "Do you have any last words you want to convey to others?"

Hearing these words, Andre's facial muscles trembled a little, but he immediately regained his composure.

People like him were mentally prepared for a disastrous ending when they set out on this road. Andre untied his tie unhurriedly, raised his eyes and stared at Clark, who was about to judge him, and pondered for a moment. Said: "Let my son give up revenge and go to Russia to find my uncle. Don't follow my old path again."

As soon as he finished speaking, a pool of hot blood splashed on the white blinds. Listening to Andre's low groan, Clark walked to the window and stretched out his hand to open the blinds, looking eastward under the sunlight.

Looking at a helicopter on the tall building opposite, it was landing with the strong roar of the propellers. Kuishuo, a bald man, jumped out of the helicopter. The white suit was a bit dazzling in the sun. He stared closely at the bald man in the white suit and looked at the other person. He walked downstairs and made a gesture of invitation, and said to Andre, who tied his arm tightly with a tie behind him to prevent excessive bleeding in his right hand: "Take your son back to Russia and never go back to New York again."

After saying that, Clark dropped his samurai sword and walked towards the elevator. He didn't know if the bald man on the rooftop opposite was the Kingpin that Andre mentioned, but he knew that there would be a fierce battle next, and there would be someone downstairs who could kill him. The powerful enemy is waiting for him to be sent into the tiger's mouth.

The system was dissatisfied with Andre's unwillingness to give up and asked: "Host, you said it must be a trap if we can't get down. If we don't get down, it can delay some time."

Clark moved his shoulders and looked at Andre in the slowly closing elevator, who stood up staggeringly and bowed to thank him. He snorted coldly: "It must be done. Staying here can delay time, but it will take a long time." They'll lock down the building and we'll be in trouble."

With that said, he pressed the 1st floor number key on the elevator floor, stretched his sore muscles, and looked up at the emergency escape passage at the top of the elevator.

East 70th Street, New York

hospital for special surgery

Two doctors in white coats, blue masks, and carts filled with medical supplies, one black and one white, were walking out of the medical duty room together. Under the desperate eyes of the female nurse who was tied to the chair, the man and woman walked toward No. 666 with some trembling. ICU intensive care unit.

Looking at the man on the hospital bed with a bullet in his eyebrow and steady breathing, Bruce and Winnie, who had taken off their masks, looked at each other in confusion. Both of them were a little panicked after Clark repeatedly warned them about the target and its danger.

A level [-] agent with peak human strength that even Clark may not be a match for. His wife and children were all killed by gangsters, and he may go crazy when he wakes up.

This is beyond their imagination.

"Frank Custer."

Fortunately for Winnie, as a woman, she is always prone to sympathize with men who have gone through many hardships. With sympathy offsetting most of her fears, she looked at the patient's name marked on the bedside, read it lightly and asked Bruce: "He Now it doesn’t look as powerful as old Kent said.”

As soon as Winnie finished speaking, Frank on the hospital bed heard someone calling his name, and his hands suddenly twitched and shook. This made the two people who witnessed what happened trembled in fright, and quickly took off the sedative hanging by the window. He replaced it with glucose and put Clark's handwritten note on Frank's palm.

"Did we forget something?"

Winnie suddenly slapped her forehead after being hurriedly pulled out by Bruce. She returned to the hospital bed and untied the safety buckles that tied Frank's hands and feet. She then took out the suitcase Alfred prepared for Clark from under the trolley and stuffed it beside Frank's bed. Behind the flowerpot, at this moment, he heard a whisper as thin as a mosquito's fly coming from the hospital bed:

“One oven of cookies”

“Two Oven Cookies”

"I'll give you a dime"

"You give me one point."

......

Manhattan, New York

47 01th Street

In the deserted and dark alley behind the Clinton Group Building, apart from a few piled garbage cans and debris on the floor, the manhole cover covered with pigeon droppings in the middle of the alley was the most conspicuous.

But in this empty alley, several people suddenly heard whispers:

"Schneider, you said that after doing this, we can return to the surface, and there will be big people to help us return to our old life."

"Yeah, there's work and food."

"Of course, the Godfather of Hell's Kitchen promised me, and he will definitely fulfill his promise. After all, we just want to save his daughter, who is the chairman of the Clinton Group... Load the gun, we are going to give it a try, everyone is in our hands, and Nothing to gain.”

This alarmed a row of pigeons that were basking on the wires, causing them to look left and right and coo incessantly. Especially a pigeon from the Far East with a ring with an inscription from the Kanto tribe on its foot, which made them look around in panic. Look where the sound is coming from.

The manhole cover suddenly moved, which made the pigeon from the Far East named Guandong Descendants particularly curious. It fluttered its wings and landed next to the manhole cover, blinking with big eyes and pecked at the manhole cover.

The next second, the manhole cover suddenly opened, and the panicked pigeon from the Far East was caught by a rough, dry hand before it could even take off.

The Rat Man, who had been living in the sewer for a long time, held the panicked pigeon in his hand, crawled out of the sewer with squinting eyes, and said in a panic to the pigeon in his hand: "Boss, I want to eat pigeon meat."

Schneider, known as the boss, climbed out of the sewer, pulled out the Glock pistol from his waist, and said angrily: "Eat, eat big chunks."

All Rat People: "Boss, you are so kind, boss, I love you."