Marvel Nephalem

The sword full of bullets was speeding down Fifth Avenue. It was obvious that Frank Cassel would not waste a second on revenge, let alone overturn a few police cars.

The gunshot wound on Clark Kent's thigh has stopped bleeding, which is far more effective than closing the wound with strong muscles.

In the sky, three fully loaded CIA commandos, emergency police helicopters, and two civilian helicopters that may be members of the media followed closely. They kept shouting with loudspeakers: We are the NYPD, and I ask you to stay on the roadside. Stop, lay down your weapons and surrender immediately, otherwise we will take all necessary measures

These words may be useful to others, but to the two people in the car, these words are almost the same as farts.

Frank Cassell lives to avenge his wife and children.

Clark Kent is simpler. If Annie dies, he will lose the meaning of living again.

Stop the car, regardless of whether they will be shot on the spot, the two people who lost the target will be worse than dead. The system has awakened, chattering in Clark's ears that the world's nypd is not successful enough, but it is easy to fail. It is also eager to persuade Clark to use barbarians. Use the howling skill to knock down those helicopters.

Unfortunately, Clark decisively refused because he was worried that killing would have a greater impact on Annie's future life.

Unless necessary, he didn't want to cause more trouble, let alone take someone's life.

But there will always be dissatisfaction in life. When you are fed up with trouble and want to avoid it, trouble will always come to your door.

On Fifth Avenue and East 4th Street, a quarrel was echoing on the top floor of the Imperial Building.

"Kingpin, why is Frank here? He shouldn't be alive. He should even be buried in that damn grave."

William Rollins, the commander of CIA special operations, raised his hand and grabbed Kingpin's collar, and yelled at Wilson Fisk, who was still frowning and looking in the direction of Clark's escape, with a puzzled expression on his face: "Do you really think, like Scum like you can thrive without our protection. If you can't make up for this damn mistake immediately, then think about how to eat garbage in the sewers of New York."

"enough"

Being pulled a little impatiently, Wilson Fisk angrily pushed William Rollins away, took out his cell phone and dialed the Chinese number.

The call was answered immediately, but no one responded.

Wilson Fisk thought for a moment and said respectfully in jerky Chinese: "Mrs. Gao, good morning."

A kind laughter came from the phone: "Comrade, Jin Bin, I guess you are in trouble, but don't worry. Although I am very old, I still have the habit of watching the news. I have arranged for Murakami to Disciple Matsuhisa Nobuyuki helps you, and I hope you will not be like the puppies under you, but can live a good life."

Wilson Fisk did not respond. He suddenly realized something. He turned sideways and looked behind him with sadness and anger in his eyes. An Asian man in a black suit was leading a group of ninjas carrying samurai swords, standing with his hands hanging down. behind him.

Both the helicopter pilot and the security personnel were all dead.

when did he come

How did you kill these people quietly?

Wilson didn't know, and he felt he didn't need to know. After all, he was just the financial officer of these gangs.

Wilson stopped William Rollins, who was frightened and pulled out his gun, and said to Mrs. Gao on the phone: "Thank you for your assistance and teachings."

Hearing Mrs. Gao hang up the phone, William Rollins was shocked to see that this gangster financial officer who had been leading him by the nose, with amazing resourcefulness and aura, actually bowed respectfully to the man in the black suit at a 90° angle. , said gently in Japanese: "You must be Mr. Matsuhisa Nobuxin. Please forgive me for missing you."

"I'm more used to people calling me believer." Matsuhisa Nobuhin looked contemptuously at Wilson Fisk who lowered his head in front of him, and snorted coldly before saying: "I heard that an ignorant ant tried to organize the birth of Black Sky like this "?"

Wilson Fisk, who was still bowing, had a flash of humiliation in his eyes, but it seemed that his attitude towards him was due to his trust: "Yes, his name is Clark Kent, and he is the wife of Anne Hathaway, chairman of the Clinton Group..."

"Wait here, huh, you useless loser."

Matsuhisa Nobuhin interrupted Wilson's narration, turned around and led a group of ninjas downstairs.

"They are... those lunatics from the Hand and Society who hide all day long and claim to be immortal."

Wilson Fisk ignored William's inquiry, looked at Matsuhisa Nobuhin who had already gone downstairs, and said in Chinese dialect that William could not understand at all: "When two tigers fight, one of them will be injured. No matter who dies, I will pay more attention to it." further."

......

Downstairs in the Clinton Building, James Wesley, who always looked polite in front of the media, took off his glasses and was gently wiping the blood splattered on his eyes with a handkerchief. In front of him, Billy Wesley was wearing a heavy-duty insulating suit. Russell was leading a large group of men, firing pistols at the Ratmen lying on the ground, groaning in pain.

"Leave one"

James Wesley looked with admiration at Billy Russell, who was decisive and merciless in murdering people, and stopped him from pulling the trigger on Schneider's head.

Schneider was shot in the abdomen and fell to his knees on the ground with a pale face. He thought it was the beginning of a bright and glorious new life. After leading his men into the building, before he could react, he was ambushed by James Wesley and others. Billy Russell knocked them all down.

Looking at his two close friends who died tragically in front of him, Schneider's ashen cheeks showed a hint of ferocity. He stared at James Wesley and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"As long as you don't kill me, I'll tell you everything."

"..."

James Wesley was stunned for a moment, and after looking at each other with the equally confused Billy Russell, he asked: "Clark asked you to save his daughter."

When Schneider heard this, he glanced at the two dead brothers in front of him, his eyes full of sadness. James Wesley did not make a promise. He knew that he was dead.

After all, he is just a small person. In front of these big people who hold his life and death in their hands, if he has no value, then his life and death will not matter.

Schneider, who loves Chinese culture, wants to live. He wants revenge for all the people who died because of his decision.

He must put himself to death and survive

"Say"

Schneider, who was hit in the head by Billy Russell with the butt of a gun, had a wound on his abdomen. He covered his head and huddled on the ground, coughing violently: "Yes, he also said... he will kill you all."

"Yeah" James Wesley laughed out loud in disbelief: "Haha, he um... This is the best joke I have heard recently."

"I think he can, after all...cough cough cough"

Schneider, who was huddled in the corner, said half-way, secretly pressing his injured abdomen with his hand. The bullet injured his stomach. He suddenly coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, convulsed violently, and sucked in the blood that poured out of his stomach. In the lungs.