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Wilson looked at Fingel's findings and tapped his fingers on the table slowly and orderly.

"Fingel, how's the Hermes Firm doing?"

Hearing that there was serious business, Fingel temporarily put away his idle thoughts. "Relying on Norma's source of information, the firm has become somewhat famous."

Wilson was not surprised after hearing this, "As for Stark, just pay a little attention. Wait until Stan takes action and you will act when Stark disappears. The main targets now are still those little mice."

"Oh, who did you provoke again?" Fingel was very curious, who else would be so fearless to come to Hell's Kitchen to cause trouble for Wilson.

"Some people from the Hand smuggled themselves to New York, probably for the Dragon Bone. They should come back to negotiate with me then. The key is that Daredevil, Stickman, Punisher and Blade are all hiding here now, and some vampires are causing trouble. People can’t sleep peacefully.”

"Boss, have you forgotten that game!" Fingel reminded with gloating. It was rare to see Wilson encounter so many little flies, so why don't you just have fun for a while!

"Hell's Kitchen has Hell's Kitchen rules. Now we are being watched a bit closely by that black braised egg. They are a little annoyed by not moving for the time being. Let's see if we can find some fun for them and let them calm down for a while."

"Leave it to me, this is my specialty." How could Fingel not know that he would have to work overtime again, but is there a way? There is no way, you know. "I can attract those agents away, and the vampires should be the same." "

Fingel, who works seriously, is quite reliable.

"Let's take this opportunity to clean up the garbage in Hell's Kitchen. It was originally meant to confuse people. Since they all decided to put it on display, there is no need for them to exist."

Wilson carefully put down the pet in his hand and stood up slowly. His burly figure made the whole room seem much smaller. "Since they don't value our friendship, then I will come to ask for an explanation in person."

The afterglow of the sun will eventually dissipate, and night will fall quietly.

For many people, night is when it all begins, especially tonight as the weather is gloomy and gray.

Suddenly, there was a dazzling fire in the distance, followed by a thundering roar.

"Sure enough, you can always trust the people in the equipment department when it comes to explosions." Wilson moved his body. "Now that the troublesome flies are gone, the warm-up is about to begin."

After speaking, Wilson disappeared from the rooftop, and when he reappeared, he was already walking swaggering on the street.

"Tonight, I want all the gang leaders to disappear."

As Wilson finished speaking, a pair of golden pupils gradually appeared, so conspicuous in the dark night, and the red-gold color made people unable to help but be intoxicated.

By the time Wilson finished his instructions, the night was completely dark again, with only a trace of light remaining on the street Wilson was walking on.

"Matt come out and have a chat." Wilson said slowly and leisurely as he put on his finger knife. "Let's come with Mr. Frank, I know you are nearby!"

Before he finished speaking, Daredevil Matthew Michael Murdoch, dressed in a red tights, appeared in front of Wilson.

"We have nothing to talk about, Wilson." Matt was cautious. He had never fought against Wilson, but as for Wilson's strength, Matt had no doubt about the opponent's strength. This was Hell's Kitchen's life test. from.

"Why doesn't the dignified Punisher Frank Custer dare to show up!"

Suddenly, Wilson waved his tiger knife forward, and a sharp and sharp collision sounded, followed by several dull gunshots.

Frank rolled out of the darkness in embarrassment, carefully guarding the gunmen around him.

In the blink of an eye, Wilson had appeared next to Matt. The sense of crisis caused by the strong sound of breaking through the air crazily stimulated Matt. He knew that he could not escape, so he had to reluctantly block with the stick in his hand.

"Bang~dong!" With a loud noise, Matt flew backwards, and then hit the wall and slowly fell. On the wall, cracks crisscrossed the wall, and stones fell from time to time.

"Cough~cough..." Matt took a few deep breaths, spit out the congestion, and casually wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth.

Frank couldn't help but narrowed his eyes. He had long heard of Wilson's reputation in Hell's Kitchen, but it was only after seeing him today that he realized that the rumors outside were too conservative, and that Wilson was even more powerful than he thought.

After silently glancing at Daredevil who was still struggling, Frank turned around and left without hesitation.

"Bang~" The dull gunshot reminded Frank that as long as he wanted to leave, he had to be prepared for the risk of being beaten into a sieve. In desperation, Frank had no choice but to fly towards Wilson. He wanted to join forces with Matt to see if Can you successfully escape from Wilson?

Wilson did not stop Frank's approach. He wanted to clean up Hell's Kitchen completely tonight. These superheroes could not gain a foothold in Hell's Kitchen for the time being.

Soon Frank and Matt flanked Wilson one after another.

"Isn't that right!" Wilson smiled. He hadn't moved his body for a long time. "The Bronze Throne."

With a low roar, Wilson's already burly figure swelled even more. At this time, Wilson was like a little giant.

Frank's pupils shrank instantly, "Super soldier plan?"

Frank and Matt bullied him one after another, and they attacked Wilson in a tacit understanding.

The sound of fists and feet clashing filled the street, and strong winds blew up dust all over the sky.

But if you take a closer look, you will find that Wilson easily defused the two men's attacks and seemed to be able to do so with ease.

After testing out that the two of them really couldn't put any pressure on themselves, Wilson quickly punched back and took the opportunity to force the two of them back. This farce should be over.

Wilson's burly figure did not slow him down. On the contrary, he was superior in straight-line speed. He came to Matt's side in an instant. Before Matt could react, he grabbed his arm and threw him over his shoulder with a backhand.

"Boom!" Dust flew up, blocking Frank's sight. When he could see clearly, he accepted his fate.

The place where Matt was was seemed to have been hit by a meteor, with scattered cracks, deep circular pits, and Matt who was unconscious and not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Send him back to his law firm, and tell Fergie Nelson to let them move out of Hell's Kitchen within three days, or we will help him move then!"

Wilson threw Matt aside casually, "Mr. Frank, I think I can talk to you."

"What are you talking about?" Frank not only did not relax but became even more nervous.

"Talk about the possibility of the resurrection of your dead wife and children."

Hearing Wilson's words and the other person's mysterious smile, Frank felt like a prey caught in a trap with nowhere to escape.