Hufflepuff in the Marvel Universe

Click!

A black object smashed the glass and fell to the ground.

Vladimir and the others, who had encountered countless battles, quickly jumped out without thinking, landed on the ground and rolled violently a few times, hiding their bodies behind the bunker.

Fortunately, the expected explosion did not come, and the object that fell steadily to the ground did not seem to be a bomb.

After a while, everyone cautiously poked their heads out from behind the bunker.

The black object on the ground was a cloth bag that was no more than a slap in the face. It was lying quietly on the ground, as if it had been accidentally lost by the careless young man.

"Karl, look what's going on." Vladimir said.

Hearing this, a man hesitated for a moment and stood up.

I saw him walking towards the cloth bag with an uneasy look on his face, as if it was the door to hell, moving his steps little by little. The speed was probably not much faster than a turtle.

But given the current situation, no one would think that his speed is too slow.

Finally, Maozi, known as Karl, moved to the side of the cloth bag and gently rubbed the cloth bag with his feet. He was slightly relieved when he found that he did not hear any jumping pointers or electronic sounds.

Taking a deep breath, Karl knelt down and picked up the cloth bag, only to see that the stuffed bag contained a stack of photos.

After subconsciously glancing at the contents of the photo, Karl's expression suddenly changed.

"Boss!??"

Karl's eyes widened, his palms trembled suddenly, and he handed the cloth bag in his hand to Vladimir.

Seeing Carl's strange behavior, and remembering the malicious voice just now, Wesley's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously took two steps back, and glanced in the direction of the garage door with the corner of his eye.

Karl's performance also made Vladimir a little uneasy. Seeing this, he took three steps and two steps, and grabbed the cloth bag in his hand.

The moment he saw the content of the photo, the blood in his body seemed to be frozen at this moment, and his whole body seemed to return to the cold winter in Moscow for an instant.

The two vicious eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes in an instant, and the huge tears fell down instantly like a flood bursting from a dam.

"Anatole!!!"

With a painful roar, the photos in Vladimir's hand scattered like flowers on the ground.

In the photo, Fisk's veins are bursting out, his face is ferocious, and every inch of his face is filled with the word anger.

His ferocious face was dyed red with blood. At his feet was Anatoly's head, which was hit by the car door again and again and clipped alive. Those two eyes full of fear and pleading did not close until his death.

Finished!

Wesley, who also saw the content of the photo, could no longer keep the gentle face of a Wall Street elite. A trace of panic flashed in his eyes. Without thinking, he turned around and ran towards the garage door.

run, run now!

Wesley's actions were not decisive. Unfortunately, no matter how decisive he was, it could not change the fact that he was a civilian. Even if the adrenaline was at its highest at this moment, he would not be able to rush out of the garage in such a short time.

It was even because of his decisive actions that he woke up Vladimir who was in endless grief.

Seeing Wesley's escaping figure, Vladimir's eyes instantly turned red, like a Shura ghost crawling out of hell, squeezing out angry judgment from his teeth.

"Kill them!"

Roaring in anger, Vladimir pulled out his machine gun and fired at Wesley frantically.

At the same time, other members of the Maozi gang also responded, pointing their guns at Wesley's men and pulling the trigger.

da da da da da...

The bullets hit Wesley's back crazily as if they were free. The fire flickered and blood spattered.

Wesley, who never dreamed that his lies would be exposed in this situation, fell into a pool of blood along with his unsuspecting men without even touching the garage door.

"Boss, what should we do now?" Karl asked hurriedly, looking at Wesley lying in a pool of blood.

"Blood debt must be paid with blood. Gather the troops. I want Fisk's fat pig to be buried with my brother!"

boom!

Fires shot into the sky, lighting up the dark night of Hell's Kitchen.

Tonight is destined to be a lively night for Hell's Kitchen.

Shootings, artillery fire, a battlefield-like scene, even for a chaotic place like Hell's Kitchen, the situation was too much.

Vladimir was not a sane person, and Anatoly's death made him completely crazy.

Losing his mind, he had no regard for the serious consequences of his actions and directly triggered a gunfight in public.

Vladimir is a crazy person, and Fisk is no sane person either.

Although Wesley is not an absolutely inviolable forbidden area in his life, he is one of the few friends he has.

Wesley's death, even if it didn't make him completely lose his mind, was enough to make him engulfed in anger.

The fight between these two people is as thrilling as summer thunder.

Such a big news, let alone Fisker not completely controlling the media, even if he did control it, he would never be able to hide it.

Tonight's Hell's Kitchen is destined to become the focus of attention in America.

As the trigger of all this, Gu Chongyan will naturally not relax his attention on this matter.

The difference is that he doesn't care about the outcome of the battle between the two, or in other words, he already knows it.

Vladimir's power is not bad, but compared with Fisk, it is still much worse. This attack will bring huge losses to Fisk, but it will not shake his foundation.

Vladimir's downfall is just a matter of time.

For Gu Zhongyan, the only thing he should really pay attention to is the Hand.

Both Vladimir and Fisk are just pawns of the Hand.

Provoking a fight between Vladimir and Fisk was, on the one hand, to weaken the Hand, and on the other hand, it was to force them to come to the forefront.

Vladimir and Fisk have always been responsible for a lot of the Hand's overt actions. Now, if they are in chaos, the Hand will definitely come out to clean up the mess, which also gives Gu Zhongyan the opportunity to find them.

After all, compared to the gangsters on the street, it is not easy to find members of this secret organization.

On the rooftop of a high-rise building on the edge of Hell's Kitchen, three people stood on the edge of the rooftop, looking at the Hell's Kitchen with flames blazing in the distance, their faces looking ugly.

An old white man said: "Fisk is too impulsive. The Maozi gang is one of our own, but he made such a big fuss at this critical moment because of a woman."

"Okay, now that there's such a big fuss, I'm afraid people from SHIELD will come looking for us soon. Once they discover our plan, it will be all over."