Rebirth: I am the American leader

Carl looked at Wayne nervously. Although the latter looked calm, the knuckles on his hands holding the baseball bat turned white from using too much force.

"Don't be too nervous, kid."

Wade didn't look back, he just said casually.

"I'm not nervous."

Wayne is tough-talking and doesn't give in easily.

Wade, who was wearing a red leather jacket, smiled and took out two empty KFC buckets from behind.

"Pull your eyes out, you don't want to wait until someone recognizes who you are, right? Your family will be plunged into endless revenge."

After Wade finished speaking, Karl was already deftly grabbing the paper bucket.

"What's wrong? I have a family!"

Facing Wayne's pursuing gaze, Karl said matter-of-factly.

The latter looked at the obviously used paper bucket in front of him with disgust, and had no choice but to do what Karl did.

Soon an alternative group appeared.

Wearing a red tights, the famous Deadpool led two high school students carrying KFC buckets.

To be honest, this combination is a bit crazy.

Especially since the three of them were still hiding beside the empty box, preparing to ambush a group of drug dealers.

It's just the ultimate psychopath.

The kind of psychopath who is more mentally ill than the American psychopath.

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"Well, you did a good job. Fertilo, I like you Latin Americans. You all have a clever spirit. When do you think that guy will come over?"

"As long as he is still in Hell's Kitchen, he will definitely come. Because now the whole of Hell's Kitchen knows that this trade will be held here."

"well done."

Kingpin sat on the large sofa, as lazy as a tyrant sitting on the throne.

Fertilo stood beside him respectfully.

This guy is wearing a good suit, and the vertical stripes make him look powerful.

The carved leather shoes looked exaggerated, but considering his identity, they were quite reasonable.

In comparison, Jin Bin, who was wearing a pure white suit with a burgundy shirt, was much more reserved, if it weren't for the blooming rose stuck in his chest pocket.

His outfit is completely a classic look worn by high-level people.

I have to say that these drug dealers are very willing to spend money.

But at this time, none of them noticed that people kept disappearing in the shadows.

Matthew moved very quickly, and Hell's Kitchen wasn't really that big.

Soon he touched the South District Pier, and it was just as he imagined.

He found Levin Luke and Fertilo's people here. As expected, these guys had an ulterior deal.

"Oh? A mouse sneaked in."

Jin Bin, who was sitting in the control room, raised the corners of his mouth with a happy smile on his face.

Fertilo did not doubt Kingpin's judgment; he was a smart man.

Where they are now is the gantry crane console at the dock.

From here you can clearly see everything happening below.

Although Matthew's movements were fast enough.

But Kingpin still noticed problems with the reduced patrol frequency.

It's impossible for his people to be lazy, at least not under his nose.

Otherwise, a few more cement piles under the South District Pier will really not make any difference.

"Quickly, move quickly. We have to find this guy. No one can stir up trouble under our noses."

Fertilo took the microcharge and directed his men to rush in all directions quickly.

Upon seeing this, Wade jumped up and kept moving with the two cubs.

This time it was beyond his expectation.

But there is nothing we can do.

"Damn it, these guys are not here to sell contraband at all! They are fishing!"

Wade said in horror, Carl and Wayne frowned, although now they could only see Colonel KFC's face in each other's pupils.

But the confusion in his eyes could not be hidden.

"What the hell is going on?"

Karl asked nervously.

Wayne shook his head and said nothing.

"Damn, where did you get this news? We're supposed to blast his anus with a shotgun! This is a trap set by the gang to get rid of the guy who provoked them.

If I read correctly, the person opposite should be Jin Bin. Jesus, do you two know about the Kingpin? "

Wade complained endlessly.

Carl and Wayne were both a little flustered, although they didn't know who Kingpin was.

But judging from the situation at the scene, if these guys find themselves, I'm afraid it won't work even if their teacher is Captain America.

Because these guys are very likely to shoot them as soon as they find them and beat them into pieces.

"We have to do something."

Wade took a deep breath, pulled out the two knives from his back with a clatter, and jumped off the top of the container with a forward somersault.

As the swords flashed, the heads of the two unlucky guys shot up into the sky.

The guy standing behind the two of them was stabbed into the lungs by his knife before they could react. The blood filled their throats, making them unable to say a word.

It sounded like a chicken with its throat slit.

"hey-hey!"

Wade smiled strangely and pulled out his pistol from the holster on his hip, and fired two large-caliber Desert Eagles in his hand one after another.

Before he became Deadpool, he could already chop bullets with a knife thanks to his extraordinary motor nerves and reaction speed.

Now that he is physically stronger, the Sand Eagle has almost no recoil in his hands.

"Oh my God!"

Carl exclaimed, and at the same time as he exclaimed, the gang members who arrived had opened fire with micro-charge.

The dense bullets sprayed a bloody mist on Wade's body. A normal person would have been shattered to pieces.

But not only was Wade not broken, he even whistled and changed the bullet.

The expression on his face was full of relaxation and comfort.

Even Wayne was stunned now.

He had never seen such a guy who violated human common sense.

"Should we do something?"

Karl asked eagerly, holding Caesar's concubine in his arms.

Wayne shook his head and lay silently on the container.

He is not a fool. In this case, he and Karl both went up to deliver food.

Matthew, who was hiding in the dark, also took the opportunity to harvest wildly. His keen sense of smell told him that there was indeed a large amount of contraband here.

His purpose was clear now, so he rushed towards the central control room.

Sitting in the central control room, the golden man with a smile on his face had a ferocious and cruel look on his face.

People who don't know this guy might think that he came here to fish because he was threatened by the Hand, but in fact he does it for profit.

In his ambition, the Hand is just a piece of meat waiting for him to taste.

"It's such a beautiful day. It reminds me of those beautiful days of survival in desperate situations. All my life, I have been turning defeat into victory."