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For Wilson Fisk, this powerful body is also one of the reasons he is proud of, and one of the reasons why he looks down on those superheroes.

To Kingpin, those cowards who hide their true faces behind masks are nothing more than a bunch of street rats.

"Isn't Bullseye back yet?"

After putting down the barbell, Jinpin wiped the sweat from his body and casually asked the deputy beside him.

To be honest, Kingpin actually didn’t want to do this deal.

There is no doubt that Kingpin's industry is illegal. The underworld empire that has swallowed up the entire Hell's Kitchen and even New York's underworld forces and radiated towards the entire United States and even the world has nothing to do with the word legal.

The Kingpin did all the bad things the Mafia did in those movies, and the Kingpin also did the bad things they didn't do, and what all this brought about is the Kingpin's current criminal dynasty.

To put it bluntly, King Jin completely unified the originally chaotic American underground society. Even though he was a gangster, a profession that was not on the table, he had the strength that even the white gang had to look at and fear.

However, after reaching a certain level in industry, Jin Bin did less such boring things.

When he is a challenger of the rules, he will do whatever it takes to bring down his opponents to gain benefits, and when he is the maker of the rules, he must also establish the rules!

Taking orders for assassinations is not a good thing for Jin Bin's business. He is not afraid of assassinations, but bad habits cannot last long.

If Obadiah hadn't promised to provide his gang with a large amount of arms, King would not have let Bullseye do such a thing.

"Forget it, there won't be any problem." Kingpin put on his white suit, picked up his cane, and seemed to suddenly become the fierce gangster again.

"Boss, one of our factories was recently taken over by Daredevil."

"Is it that disgusting clown in red tights again?" Kingpin frowned, with a look of disgust on his face.

To say what the underworld emperor hates most, the first thing is the IRS. After all, even if he makes a lot of money from illegal business, he still has to pay taxes to the government.

The second most annoying thing is naturally this group of masked heroes who work voluntarily. Just to satisfy their desire for justice, they destroy and hinder Jin Bin's business again and again!

"When Bullseye comes back, let him..."

Jin Bin's cold voice suddenly stopped, and his eyes suddenly turned to the closed door. He felt a sense of fear that made his hair stand on end!

Button, button, button~~

There was a polite and rhythmic knock on the door, followed by a more gentle voice.

"It's rude to choose such an opportunity to visit. Mr. Fisk, I have a business to discuss with you."

The next moment, the locked steel door was suddenly torn open, and the molten fracture seemed to be cut open by some invisible fire knife, and Kingpin's most powerful thug, Bullseye, drooped like a dead dog. Hold your head.

Jin Bin's eyes narrowed slightly, because the one who caught the bull's eye was their target.

The upstart Wall Street investor, the Chinese-American worth tens of billions of dollars!

Now, the smiling figure in front of the open and torn steel door is obviously completely different from that group of weak losers on Wall Street.

Kingpin smelled a familiar scent from his body, a scent of madness, indifference, and superiority.

Just like him, just like being above all gangsters, trampling on the law, and executing his own emperor's way.

"Then what deal do you want to discuss, Mr. Mu?"

Kingpin responded with the same polite and even humble attitude. He didn't even look at Bullseye who was driven in. He focused all his attention on the man in front of him.

What is the most important thing about your own underworld empire? money? reputation? Or your own dignity?

No, these are not important, survival is the most important thing. A loser blinded by stupid arrogance, arrogance, and false dignity is not qualified to continue in this game.

"Mr. Fisk, before we talk about the sale, should we think about the issue of you taking Obadiah's order?"

Mu Feng pulled up a chair and sat in front of Jin Bin. He looked at the underworld emperor with tight muscles and said with a faint smile.

Speaking of which, Kingpin was really the first Marvel villain he had ever come into contact with. Mufeng liked playing the Punisher game when he was a kid - the game where the Punisher and Nick Fury went to beat Kingpin together.

Kingpin is a standard ordinary villain in the Marvel world. He has no special abilities or special technology. He relies solely on his powerful body and powerful underworld connections to make normal heroes like the Punisher and Spider-Man helpless. .

Although Jin Bin's job is to be a gangster rat who cannot be seen on the stage, he has taken this profession to the extreme, and as long as it is done to the extreme, even a shady rat will become a powerful and important force.

You must know that in the comics, Kingpin, whose only son was killed by his enemy, recovered from retirement and reached his peak in an instant, using his own power to almost trigger World War III.

Of course, the Kingpin in front of him would most likely not have such an exaggerated network of connections and power, but no matter what, his sphere of influence would cover at least half of the United States.

What Mu Feng valued was his power and his ability to establish it. A talented and ambitious villain emperor, he will be very valuable as an agent.

"What should I pay to make up for your loss?" Jin Bin lowered his stance.

"Yeah, let me see...how about working for me?"

Mufeng smiled happily

"Mr. Fisk, how about surrendering to me?"

Jin Bin narrowed his eyes slightly. In his long underworld career, he had heard the same words many times.

He, Wilson Fisk, was undoubtedly a talent, and many great men were eager to subdue this dragon and make his power their own.

Of course, most of these big shots fell down or turned into food for Jin Bin. Jin Bin was so unruly and would not succumb to others.

"Mr. Mu, surrender is not such a simple verbal promise." Jin Bing said softly.

"Perhaps you can go back and draw up a detailed contract and then I sign my name?"

"Kingpin, tell me, what is your ideal?"

Mufeng left his seat, stood behind Jin Bing, put his hands on his tight shoulders and whispered softly

"Your answer is that you long to become the supreme emperor of the underworld and establish an eternal underworld empire. A grand ideal, and what you have accomplished so far is also very good..."

"But, Mr. Fisk, tell me, if I want to kill you now, and want to destroy your enemy's country from the root, how do you... want to deal with it?"

Jin didn't speak, but his attitude showed what he meant.

There is no way...of course there is no way.

Those forces, those powers, are meaningless in the face of truly overwhelming power. Especially the one who holds this power is a guy with no bottom line.

"I'm not a superhero, Mr. Fisk, so I have no bottom line." Mu Feng returned to his seat, supporting his head with one hand and smiling happily.

"I have no bottom line, which means I can take your life at any time. Mr. Fisk, everything you have worked so hard to build will lose its meaning."

"And there will be many, many more people like this in the future. Mr. Fisk, you have to admit this, times have changed."

Kingpin remained silent, just clenched the scepter in his hand and said nothing.

He despises those superheroes because these guys who adhere to the bottom line can only do stupid useless work over and over again within the scope of their abilities. They can basically do nothing except disgust themselves.

But if it were a superhero like the Punisher, or even an even more egregious enforcer of private law, Kingpin would not want to mess with such a guy until he died.

In the final analysis, the power he is proud of is still within the scope of human understanding. This lack of power makes him his biggest shortcoming!

"I can make up for that, Mr. Fisk."

Mu Feng knew the key point, he whispered softly and placed three beating weirdo cells on the table.

"Come on, Mr. Fisk. Take this gift and you will gain superhuman strength and a new future."

"But the price is surrender to me and the abandonment of human identity - Mr. Fisk, I will not force you, because you are already my subordinate, this is just a small gift from me."

After saying that, Mu Feng patted Jin Bing on the shoulder, opened a portal and disappeared instantly.

He is not afraid of exposing his identity to Jin Bin, because he knows very well how this kind of underworld emperor behaves.

Kingpin picked up the weird cell in front of him, looked at the piece of meat like a beating heart, and fell into a long silence.

Strength...or power?

Should you continue on your old path, or... embark on a brand new path?

9. Siege of Kamal Taj

"There is no abnormality at the target location for the time being. The siege has been completed..."

At night at 177A Bleecker Street in Manhattan, New York, several inconspicuous black cars were parked.

"Roger, action begins."

Taking advantage of the darkness, more than thirty S.H.I.E.L.D. agents smeared and surrounded the apartment. Not only that, there were even heavy firepower weapons aimed at the building from the far side.

This is Nick Fury's order to attack this building related to the 'Kama Taj', and it is best to capture a few alive.

S.H.I.E.L.D. has zero tolerance for any illegal mutant organization. Not to mention the chaos caused by the other party, just the gathering of a group of mutants with amazing destructive power is what they cannot tolerate.

Agent Coulson took a deep breath and adjusted his collar. To be honest, even if his colleagues were treated like this, Coulson felt from the bottom of his heart that he shouldn't be so 'aggressive'

But this was what the director meant and he couldn't refute it. And he knew very well what kind of insecure person Nick Fury was.

The King of Agents does not allow anything that he does not understand and cannot control to exist. His favorite thing to do is to find a self-righteous superhero or person with super powers, and then say to him, 'Do you think you are the only one who is special? ’

Coulson knocked on the door, but there was no response after about thirty seconds, so he opened the door and entered——

Mu Feng secretly showed a malicious smile, and promptly broke through the mirror dimension of the New York Sanctuary.

The New York Sanctuary, the Hong Kong Sanctuary, and the London Sanctuary are all important nodes of Kamal Taj.

The sanctuary was never built on the city, but the city was built on the sanctuary. These three sanctuaries are like nails that maintain the main material plane of the earth from the invasion of most other-dimensional beings, so they also have strong protective power here.

The real entrance to each sanctuary is hidden in the mirror dimension. Only by opening the sanctuary in the correct way can one enter the real space. Mu Feng doesn't understand Kama Taj's magic - but he has the Cosmic Cube in his hand.

Even just a part of the preserved power is enough to break through all the protection in the mirror dimension!

In just an instant, the alarm after the mirror dimension of the New York Sanctuary was torn apart spread throughout the entire Karma Taj!

Ancient One, who was roaming the dark dimension with his eyes closed, beat up Dormammu to collect debts and then took his power away, opened his eyes, and a shocked change appeared on his face, even though he was wise and unwavering.

In all the worlds she has observed, she has never seen such a future!

"Who dares to break into the Holy of Holies!!!"

A sturdy black mage led about twenty mystics directly to the entrance of the New York Sanctuary in an instant, and their portal that opened the mirror dimension was exactly the same as the portal with special effects disguised by Mu Feng.

Just as Coulson was about to speak, a bullet flew out from behind him and accurately hit a mystic in the chest!

Of course, this bullet did not cause any damage. It just collided with the light of the [Seraphim Shield] attached to the mystic and disappeared.

However, this is to kill people.

This is the beginning of a war!

"How dare you attack the Holy of Holies?!" Baron Mordo, the black mage and the great disciple of the Ancient One Mage, looked stunned at first, and then instantly became angry and ignited.

Although the mystics have no discrimination against the mortals who are protected by them without knowing it, it does not mean that they can still have a good temper when they are knocked on the door.

"Please wait a moment, this is a misunderstanding..."

Before Colson could finish his words, a strong gust of wind blew him away along with the car behind him, and he himself even fainted with a tilt of his head.

Baron Mordo, who started the battle with a beautiful [Watumu's Wind], announced the attitude of the mystics.

Attack the Holy of Holies? Even intending to kill the mystic mage guarding this place? I don’t know what you call an idiot! Damn you!

"Put down your weapons, we are the FBI!!!"

Several S.H.I.E.L.D. agents shouted so loudly as they pulled the trigger. The bullets from the assault rifles roared and exploded, but they were all blocked by the huge Seraphim Shield unfolded in the hands of Baron Mordo. Was blocked.

Good guy, these people really want to kill them.

After confirming that the other party was the enemy, Baron Mordo did not hold back. He stretched out his hand and all the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were directly dragged into the mirror dimension.

"Radio contact lost! Damn it, what's going on? What the hell is this place!"

The leader of the field agents looked panicked as he looked at the world that was changing like a ten thousand mirror and that he had completely lost communication with the headquarters.

"His Holiness said that we should be tolerant of the ignorance of mortals, but His Holiness also said that there is a limit to the tolerance of mortals."

Baron Mordo raised his hand to them expressionlessly, and the burning [Sword of Weishan Emperor] ignited in his hand.

"Last chance, drop your weapons and surrender!"

He was answered with two more bullets. At this time, Modo had no intention of holding back anymore.

These field agents only saw a phantom in front of them. Hundreds of Baron Mordo's figures instantly transformed, each one moving too fast to be caught by the naked eye.

The Weishan Emperor's sword, which was like burning flames, easily tore apart their protection, cut off flesh and bones, and took away their lives.

The stimulated field agents opened fire even more crazily, but in front of this group of mystics, their weapons were just like a joke.

"Hmph, looking for death!"

Modu snorted coldly, and while using the Weishan Emperor's Sword to kill an agent, he raised his other hand fiercely.

A micro-missile that flew in from outside the mirror dimension was directly thrown into the portal, and it reappeared at the place where it was launched.

boom! ! ! !