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"An underground base for the production of illegal drugs."

Matt quickly made a judgment. He had destroyed many of these bases, and he was very familiar with the smell here.

He intends to look for clues to determine what happened here.

But before he could do anything, he heard the screeching sound of brakes outside.

A group of heavily armed men jumped out of the pickup truck, and Kingpin's confidant James Weasley sat in another car and gave the order.

"Get rid of this."

These five big and three thick and strong men, the way they deal with the traces is as rough as their appearance.

Hefting the rocket launcher from the back of the pickup truck, these strong men pointed the trigger at the house.

The recoil force of the bazooka acted on the strong man's body, layers of fat piled up on his body, and the white smoked rockets slammed into the room fiercely.

With a bang, the whole house was blown up to the sky.

"continue."

Weasley ordered. He didn't care if it was too loud. To him, being loud didn't matter.

The people of Hell's Kitchen know how to survive.

When an explosion occurs in the night, they will not come out to join in the fun.

More importantly, in Hell's Kitchen, even the police will cover it up.

Here, no one wants to find trouble for themselves.

Except for those perverts in tights.

Looking at the building that had been razed to the ground, Weasley contacted his boss.

"Boss, it has been leveled."

"Very well, come back and remember to shake off those annoying flies."

"Of course, my boss."

Weasley sat in the car without rolling down the windows from the beginning to the end. He drove away from here, and those strong men also packed up their weapons and dispersed into Hell's Kitchen.

The loud noise completely woke up the people nearby, and also woke up the vigilantes here, but when they arrived, all they saw were the charred buildings.

There is also a Daredevil struggling to climb up among the ruins.

Jin Bing stood in his office. His office was in a very high position. This fat man who looked obese to others was leaning on a crutch in his hand, listening to Leslie's report behind him.

"You're saying that Mrs. Gao's territory has been completely taken over by others and it's definitely Mason's fault."

"Looking at the traces of hands-on, only Mason's people can and will do this."

Leslie said, and Kingpin pondered for a moment and asked: "There is no evidence."

"No evidence."

Weasley had followed Jin Bin for many years and was very familiar with his boss. When he heard him ask this question, he knew what he was going to do.

He wants to use the hands of the police and the court to send Clausewitz Jr. to prison.

But this is not possible.

The Clausewitz family has a complete team of lawyers. Even if there is evidence, the local prosecutors don’t want to confront a rich man of this level. The protracted lawsuits are something that the local prosecutors don’t want to see, and their lawyers are not public welfare. Lawyers, rely on love to generate electricity.

Attorney's fees are not low.

The local inspection will not do things that are thankless.

Hearing what his deputy said, Jin Bing twitched the corners of his mouth as a smile, of course he knew it was unreliable.

He had other plans.

"Leave the news out," Kingpin said, returning to his large office chair: "Let those little masked flies explore the bottom. Let's see what monsters are hidden in that mental hospital.

Bring the bullseye back from the outside, and I think it's time for him to make a move. "

Kim looked away and watched Weasley walk out of the office.

Weasley is an excellent employee, and he has always been very accurate about the boss's intentions.

He still has some experience in guiding those annoying flies to entangle Mason.

Just a few old words, plus his nationality.

concentration camp.

nazi.

Maybe add a war fanatic to him

No matter what, as long as you grasp the pulse of these masked flies, you can drive them, let them charge up viciously like sharks that have smelled the smell, and bite the opponent.

It's not a difficult thing to do.

And there are many people who pay attention to this matter like him.

Like the other fingers of the Hand.

Also, the young heir to the Rand Corporation.

There are many more hidden in the dark.

Or, nypd.

Their eyes turned to the distance, to the suburbs of New York, the deserted mental hospital.

The place that is said to be able to eat people.

In that dangerous mental hospital, Mason patiently washed the big bowl in his hand, pressed the alarm and closed the door.

Time is up.

He walked to Area F, where the large iron gate reflected cold light under the rising sun.

The door opened, and Mason walked into the area alone, and saw Erica squatting on the ground, bewildered, like a little girl.

He ignored the helpless little girl. After walking into the church, he flicked the water in the fish tank on her again.

There is no trace of guilt in her body.

Mason opened the door to Area F, pointed at her and said, "Thanks for your patronage, you can leave."

Erica was crying bitterly, and she was on the verge of breaking down at this time.

She wasn't born a hand killer, she was the daughter of a Greek diplomat, and she wanted to be a vigilante, like her ex-boyfriend Matt.

But now, Matt has become Daredevil, but she has become a killer of the Hand.

She betrayed her original self, and she handed herself over to evil.

Mason glanced down at Erica, knowing that her spiritual pillar had collapsed. At this time, she needed a new ideal and belief.

"Hi, hello, re-acquaintance, my name is Mason, Mason, Little Clausville.

We happen to be short of someone here, and I think you are a good fit. I wonder if you would like to join us."

Mason squatted next to Erica, stuffed a candy into his mouth, and the facial features on his face were suddenly searched together, which was very painful.

It was as if he had a sour plum in his mouth.

But to be honest, the taste of the two is almost the same. Siren's throat lozenges, which are blue and rare quality, are one of the few witchcraft works that he can produce.

It has a strong bewitching effect, and the effect is related to the quality of the finished product.

Works on both men and women.

This sweet and sour Mason felt like his mouth was being pricked by a needle, but the bitterness had already been eaten, and he was going to move his mouth next.

Erica isn't all evil.

She's not broken to the root yet.

She used to act chivalrously, but her methods were a little harsher. From Mason's point of view, these are not problems. What he has to do now is to lead Erica to walk in his direction.

Be like-minded with him.

Going down this road, there may be small differences, but the general direction must not be wrong. This is his path.

That is, those six words.

"Whoever is guilty must be punished."

Mason put his mouth under the faucet without caring about the image, diluting the sour taste in his mouth, while Erica followed the man curiously.

Nor did she expect that she would be persuaded so quickly.

She just felt that the person in front of her seemed to be her guiding light.

Every word he said could hit the bottom of her heart, as if he knew what she was thinking.

Pull her heartstrings and impress her.

Undoubtedly, there was a missing piece in her heart, which belonged to the family, to her father, and her brother had previously filled the void.

Now the figure in his heart seems to have quietly changed into Mason.

She followed Mason and felt that she had found the direction of life again. Life is not about fighting and killing, life is about world peace.

She was determined to follow in the footsteps of the young man in front of her.

But before that, she suddenly grasped the two swords at her waist, turned her head, and crossed her arms on guard.

This is an ordinary room in Area D, with its own bathroom and open door.

At the door, a man in a carer's clothes looked in.

Erica frowned subconsciously, becoming wary.

She is not deaf. It is impossible for ordinary people to touch her behind so easily.

Who is he