night.
Midtown Manhattan.
A charity gala for children with AIDS is being held at the Four Seasons Hotel.
The atmosphere in the luxurious hall was lively. Social elites in suits and noble ladies dressed elegantly and gorgeously were running around inside, and laughter could be heard from everywhere from time to time.
This lighthearted atmosphere continued until the lights at the banquet went out.
On the podium, several searchlights emitted cylindrical beams of light, making it the only dazzling source of light in the entire evening party.
With the sound of footsteps, a bald white man with a cane, wearing a white suit, with a tall and slightly bloated figure, stood on it.
Below, after this person walked up, the polite faces of the guests passing by showed admiration, fear, disdain, fanaticism, and awe...
All kinds of emotions flashed in their eyes.
He has many identities.
Philanthropist, entrepreneur, fighter...
But there is no doubt that no matter how many identities he has, they cannot hide the fact that he is the only king of the entire American underground world and one of the most powerful people on the planet.
As Wilson Grant Fisk officially stood on the stage.
Below, the sound fell silent.
“Thank you all for participating in this charity gala I initiated to care for children with AIDS…”
A gentle, heavy, and slightly magnetic voice echoed in the hall.
Below, no matter what they thought of the people on the stage, the participating guests all clapped vigorously to show their respect.
The speech lasted about ten minutes before it ended.
During this time, a middle-aged white man with blond hair, a fierce face, and casual clothes walked into the banquet hall which was under strict security. He was out of tune with the atmosphere here.
On the podium, after his speech, Wilson smiled and rejected many guests who came to approach him and walked towards them.
"What's the matter with you looking for me at this time?"
The voice was majestic and heavy, and Wilson's entire temperament underwent a huge change as he came in front of this person.
"Some minor matters, but how to deal with them depends on your opinion."
The person who was speaking was obviously not afraid of Wilson's identity. He rubbed a toothpick in his hand and said hoarsely: "The little guy sent by the KKK is very rampant, and many people below are very dissatisfied. I came here just to ask for your advice on how to deal with it."
"KKK?" Wilson slowly took off the white gloves on his hands and said to himself, "I remember they didn't say hello to me when they came over."
"Obviously, yes."
"But it's understandable. After all, they were once rich. Two-thirds of white people are party members..."
The blond man said this with an unspeakable sarcasm on his face.
Jin Bing looked at his top thug thoughtfully, and then ordered, "Then kill them!"
"The scum of the old times should stop dreaming of turning things around. This is no longer their era. From now on, the entire American underground world will only have one voice... and that is... Kingpin!"
"Warn all the forces involved, and find the person who dared to cause trouble on my territory!"
Jin Bing gave the order calmly, and after hearing it, the blond man showed a happy smile on his ferocious face.
"As you wish! Kingpin!"
The wooden toothpick flew out of his hand and stuck into the cement wall.
The blond man turned around and walked out of the banquet hall.
…
…
night.
An abandoned warehouse in Lower Manhattan.
The weather is not very good today. Thick dark clouds blocked the entire night sky, and not even a trace of starlight could penetrate.
In the warehouse, Bullseye looked at the message on his phone from his own people about the target's departure, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.
A total of thirty-four people were sent from the Ku Klux Klan. Of course, this amount of manpower was not difficult to deal with for Kingpin's huge underworld empire.
But if you want to avoid causing a big fuss, you have to use your brain a little.
Not long ago, he sent a message to Xis, who was sent by the KKK to handle this matter, telling him that if he wanted to know the truth, he should come to this warehouse.
Although he actually didn't know who did it.
But the other party obviously didn't know this. Even if he had doubts in his heart, he would at least come and take a look.
For the sake of safety, even if we don't bring everyone along, at least we will bring most of the people along for safety.
And that is enough.
When this main force died, the remaining people would be enough to be dealt with by the people he sent to monitor them.
"Everyone, pay attention, our little friend is coming soon!"
Bullseye turned around and looked at the gunmen in the warehouse who had ferocious faces, holding guns and lighting cigarettes, and warned them with a grin.
The people in the warehouse responded with laughter, and although they stood up a little straighter to give Bullseye face, it could be seen that they did not take the upcoming opponent seriously.
It’s no wonder they do that.
Even the worst person here has fought for his life in a real battlefield.
If something goes wrong even though they have been prepared in advance and have superior equipment and personnel, they don't have to wait to be killed by the enemy. They will just find a piece of land and bury themselves in the ground out of shame.
After seeing this, Target raised his eyebrows and said nothing more.
One thing to remind you is that it is the many years of experience as a killer and mercenary that is at work.
But relying on its own strength.
As long as he had the right terrain and enough time, he was even confident that he could kill all the people sent by the KKK by himself.
Given such confidence, it is unrealistic to say that he will take it seriously.
On the highway.
Eight cars were lined up in a row, driving on the road.
As the high beam shone from afar, Bullseye gave a look to the men holding bazookas and walked out.
Outside the warehouse.
Xisi sat in the middle car, looking at the warehouse in front, picked up his phone, and calmly ordered: "Don't all go over yet, Dick, go over first and take a look around to see if there is an ambush nearby."
"receive!"
There was a steady reply, and the leading car in front sped up a bit.
At the warehouse door.
"He still has some brains."
Target Eye muttered something while holding a toothpick in his mouth.
As a rising star in the KKK, Xis never thought from the beginning that the other party would honestly stop at the door and wait to be shot into a sieve by him.
Seeing that the other party was about to stop the car, I got out to check.
He fired a shot into the air, signaling the attack.
Boom boom boom!
As soon as the gunshots rang out, four rockets were fired on the second floor of the warehouse and four at the rear of the convoy, a total of eight rockets manufactured by Stark Industries and capable of automatic tracking whizzed towards the convoy.
Along with it, dozens of strong men walked out of the warehouse, holding guns in both hands, and the dense bullets turned into a steel frenzy as they opened fire.
He felt something was wrong the moment he saw the fire. He opened the car door and rolled onto the road. He looked at the exploding vehicle and the team members who were killed in an instant. His mind went blank for a moment.
He guessed that this invitation might be a trap and made corresponding preparations, but in any case, he had never imagined that the scene would be like this now.
"Hmm? There's still one alive, Xisi? The new star of the Klan?"
"Heh, being able to escape with your life is considered a bit of an ability, but it doesn't matter, you're still going to die anyway."
The sound rang in Coco's ears. He wanted to pull out his gun to resist, but the shock wave caused by the explosion made it difficult for him to even move his fingers.
With a sharp pain between my eyebrows, I instantly lost the ability to think.
The Kingpin in this book is more like the comic version, who controls half of the criminal activities in the United States and almost causes World War III just by killing his enemies, rather than the weak Kingpin in Daredevil who can be easily caught by the FBI.
I hope everyone understands, and don't make comments like "Jin is not that awesome, and if he did this he would have been arrested long ago" or something like that.
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