devil priest in marvel exorcism

The little gangster's body was lifted up completely, and steel-like hands strangled his neck.

He asked his companions beside him for help.

However, he desperately found that his companion was choked by the man in front of him just like him.

The little gangster struggled hard. This is the human instinct to survive.

Unfortunately, it was all in vain, as he had no way of breaking free.

The mercenary named Bullseye would easily break the necks of these two gangsters like toothpicks with just a little force.

But he didn't do this because this was an art exhibition, an art exhibition funded by his boss.

If he kills these two people here, he will only bring embarrassment to his boss.

He is a very good employee.

So he just grabbed the two people's necks, turned around, dragged the two guys who had lost control of their bodies, and walked towards the employee passage.

He planned to take the two pieces of garbage out of the exhibition hall and dispose of them quietly.

At this moment, a man in a suit and leather shoes walked towards him.

The man wears glasses, his hair is neatly combed, and he has an elite temperament mixed with bookishness.

This is a man who is highly educated at first glance.

He is also a person who is incompatible with the temperament of Hell's Kitchen.

Bullseye nodded slightly to him and missed his body to let him pass.

This man, who seemed to come from Wall Street, was his boss's classmate.

Now he is also the boss's subordinate, and he is as trusted by the boss as himself.

I usually help my boss deal with some more "civilized" things.

Kingpin was still standing alone in front of the painting, looking at it quietly.

He didn't care about the two people who had evil intentions, because he had a good subordinate Bullseye.

And even without Bullseye and no bodyguards around him, he would not take the threat of the two gangsters to heart.

Because they are harmless, even if they have guns in their hands.

The little gangster will fall into despair because of Bullseye's powerful force.

And he is far more powerful than Bullseye.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Jin didn't look back and asked directly.

"James, how's your appetite, Mr. Congressman?"

The man named James touched his glasses gently and replied calmly.

"Mr. Congressman's appetite has increased, but we can still feed him for the time being. I'm afraid..."

"You're afraid that his appetite will get bigger and bigger, and eventually it will be too big for us to bear, right?"

"Yes."

Kingpin sighed and turned to look at his only friend.

“In doing business, there is investment.

The benefits brought by investment in these politicians are often unable to be measured in monetary terms.

People in this world can be divided into two types.

One kind wants to do things, and the other kind doesn't want to do things.

It can also be divided into two other types.

One kind likes money, and the other kind doesn't like money.

Want to do things and like money.

This kind of person is the most hateful and the hardest to deal with.

And our congressman is my favorite kind of person.

Don’t want to do things and like money.

So we have to keep him and continue to feed him.

For money, he will hold back those who want to do things and make things convenient for us. "

James nodded, stopped talking, and listened quietly to Kingpin's continued words.

“I’ve known it since the day my dad died in front of me.

No matter what I want to do or what I want to change, I must first have the power.

But when my power spread all over the country, I realized that all of this was false.

I don't have power, I'm still bound by the rules.

In the eyes of so-called decent politicians or others.

I'm still just a disgusting, disgusting gang leader.

So I came to you and asked you to help me.

Eventually we formed a joint company.

I also transformed into a successful businessman and a great philanthropist.

We have been so successful in laundering our names that many gangs are no longer afraid of us.

But none of that matters.

The important thing is that I found that I was still bound by the rules.

Hell's Kitchen, the place where I was born and raised, is still something I can't change. "

"So what are you going to do?"

“I’m ready to smash it.

Break up Hell's Kitchen, break the rules that bind it, break the whole damn thing. "

Kingpin's voice was not loud, but he was still impassioned.

"I'm going to turn this place into ruins and then rebuild this city on the ruins."

James nodded and said in a calm but firm tone.

"Okay, I'll help you."

Kingpin smiled at him and turned around to look at the painting hanging on the wall.

"Have those two brothers from the Ross Gang still not responded to our invitation?"

The Kingpin looked at the painting without looking back, but James heard his question.

"The people we sent there were all driven back by them. I'm going to go there myself."

James adjusted his glasses frame, hesitated a little, and finally said.

"Those two brothers don't seem to know our true power. If we don't teach them a lesson, I don't think they will accept our solicitation."

Kingpin chuckled softly.

"You go, this is their last chance.

If they still refuse, don't anger them.

I have a way to deal with them..."

After everything was said and done, James turned and left.

Kingpin was still standing in front of the painting, wondering what he was thinking.

"Do you like this painting?"

Kingpin turned around and the person speaking was the organizer of this art exhibition, the female painter Vanessa.

This woman may not be as beautiful as popular female stars, but she has an intellectual beauty about her.

This kind of gentle temperament makes people never think that she is someone who walked out of Hell's Kitchen.

"Yes, I like this painting very much.

He reminded me of something from the past. "

Then Kingpin asked with a gentlemanly smile.

"You haven't told me yet why you want to hold a personal exhibition here?"

Vanessa, wearing a white women's coat, walked up to Jin Bin and looked up at the painting.

“Because I want people here to see hope.

Just like when I was very young, that person gave me hope..."

Then she told the Kingpin about her life experience.

Like all redemption stories.

Meng Meng understands a girl living in hell and meets a down-and-out painter with superb painting skills.

But unlike all redemption stories, this is Hell's Kitchen.

There will be no happyending here.

The painter is dead.

Just because a poisonous insect took a fancy to the paint he bought for the little girl.

The poisonous insect knows that the paints are valuable, and he wants to snatch them away and exchange them for some "things" that can satisfy himself.

Then, the painter died like a weed.

The painter may not be dead either.

Because he is still living in the memory of the talented little girl he once taught carefully.

And the little girl lived up to his expectations.

She finally walked out of Hell's Kitchen and became a famous painter...

After Vanessa finished telling her story, both of them stood silently in front of the painting, and neither of them spoke again.

After a while, Jin sent her an invitation for afternoon tea.

Vanessa thought for a moment and readily agreed. She didn't hate this tall man.

Bullseye had finished cleaning up the "garbage" and returned to the art exhibition, standing not far from Jin Bin.

He had just met James outside, who had left, after learning that he wanted to visit the Russian gang.

Bullseye asked if he wanted to follow, but James smiled and declined.

Then the two men separated and each did what they should do.

But neither of them noticed that a blind man standing on the street corner had "eyeballed" them.

[James - from the Marvel comics and TV series "Daredevil", Kingpin's most trusted friend and subordinate. 】