Plunder the Heavens from Warhammer

Chapter 62 Aren't you the king of the underworld? Let me see how good you are at fighting

The sun sets and the sky gradually darkens.

Wilson loved standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Fisk Building at sunset and watching Hell's Kitchen fade from dusk to night.

Because once the sun goes down, Hell's Kitchen will reveal its true appearance.

Dirt, chaos, and killing. A kingdom belonging to the king of the underworld. It will not abide by any laws or rules, but will only submit to him, Wilson Fisk, Kingpin!
Wilson used to light a Cohiba cigar, pair it with a glass of whiskey, then sit in the soft chair and silently admire his kingdom.

However, the situation this time seems to be a little different.

Wilson looked at the Hell's Kitchen which was gradually sinking into darkness. Under the glow of the setting sun, it seemed somewhat bleak and desolate. Even the few people on the street made him suddenly feel a chill.

"No, this is bad, Boss!"

Just then, a subordinate rushed in through the door, his face full of horror.

Normally, if anyone dared to disturb him during this time period, they would be rewarded with a bullet.

But perhaps it was the chill just now that gave Wilson an ominous premonition. He turned around with a fierce and violent look in his eyes, staring at the subordinate who broke into the room: "What happened?"

"Just now, Hell's Kitchen was completely blocked!"

The subordinate was trembling with fear, wiping the cold sweat that was dripping down his face, and said in horror: "The people below said that they saw a lot of military armored vehicles, and even... even tanks!"

Armored vehicle? Tank?

When Wilson first heard the news, he even suspected that his subordinates were taking drugs.

"Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?" It's not that he didn't believe it, it was just too unbelievable. The military had nothing to do with them, so why would they go to the trouble of sealing off Hell's Kitchen?

It can't be that the army is short of DP, so they plan to come to Hell's Kitchen to grab some, right?
This is not realistic. Even if the entire Hell's Kitchen was emptied out, it might not be enough to absorb those soldiers for two days.

"Boss, I swear I am not mistaken!" The subordinate's face turned pale with fear. He raised his hand and swore tremblingly: "Several hundred armored vehicles have surrounded our Hell's Kitchen so tightly that not even a fly can fly out!"

"Let everyone come back and don't provoke the military!"

Wilson realized the seriousness of the matter and immediately turned around and picked up the phone on the desk.

The military is coming with great force, he needs to at least know some inside information.

After dialing a number, Wilson considered his tone and tried to be as gentle as possible: "Senator Charles? I'm Wilson Fisk."

"Wilson? What Wilson? I don't know you, don't call me randomly!"

Unexpectedly, the congressman on the other end of the phone flatly denied it and hung up.

"???"

Wilson felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

He quickly dialed the second number, but the result was almost the same. No one answered this time.

The third, fourth, and even tenth calls were either not answered or directly denied.

boom!
Wilson smashed the phone with one punch, his black veins throbbing and his entire face turning purple with anger.

"I spent so much money, but in the end, it's all garbage! Garbage!" Angry roars echoed in the huge office. Wilson's fists were like iron bowls, smashing the two-meter-long mahogany table into pieces. It can be seen how terrifying his strength is!
"No, this is bad, Boss!"

Just when Wilson was extremely angry, the subordinate who had just left came back, this time with a sad face, as if a relative had died.

"What's the matter? Tell me!"

Wilson growled irritably and glared at the subordinate.

"The troops are all coming in, heading towards Fisk Building!"

"The target. Is it me?!"

Wilson's pupils suddenly shrank and turned ferocious: "Damn it, what happened? Why did the military come to me!" He didn't understand how the military bypassed Congress and blocked Hell's Kitchen openly?
Have those damn congressmen on Capitol Hill lost their brains?
But the current situation does not allow Wilson to think too much.

"Boss, why don't we fight them?"

The subordinate suddenly had an idea and made a suggestion to Wilson.

Desperately?

Wilson almost laughed his ass off.

Fighting with the military, what does he think he is?

He is the king of the underworld, not Superman. How can he compete with professionals?
Even if a superhero comes, ask him if he can withstand a cannon shot from a main battle tank.

What's more, their military is obviously well prepared. They have armored vehicles and tanks, and maybe even fighter jets ready to take off. What can you use to compete with them?
"go away!"

Wilson didn't bother to pay attention to him and slapped the idiot away.

Just as he was about to leave through the secret passage, the keen intuition he had developed over the years suddenly issued a strong warning of danger!
Almost instinctively, Wilson's huge body curled up into a ball and rolled to the four corners of the room like a dung ball.

boom! ! !
In the next second, a huge hole was suddenly created in the specially thickened office wall.

Amidst the smoke and dust, a huge black shadow rushed into the office: "Wilson Fisk, get out here now!!"

At first, Wilson was furious and wanted to rush out in anger to teach this bastard a lesson.

Use your iron fist to show him who is the underworld king of Hell's Kitchen.

However, as soon as he saw the dark shadow that broke into the office, he immediately gave up the unrealistic idea.

It was a humanoid mecha about two meters tall, but unlike the streamlined bodies in previous science fiction novels, this mecha was too big!
Moreover, the number and types of weapons mounted have reached an insane level!

There is a six-barreled Vulcan cannon mounted under his left arm, a grenade launcher mounted under his right arm, a miniature cannon on each shoulder, and an exaggeratedly shaped gun on his waist.

"Marefaq."

Wilson's eyelids twitched as he watched, wondering if the military would really use this thing against him?
We can't even say that it's a cannon killing a mosquito, it's an atomic bomb blasting a mosquito!

"My friend, is there any misunderstanding between us?!"

Just by looking at it, Wilson knew that this thing was not something that a human could hit at all, so he decisively chose to beg for mercy.

"Misunderstanding? There is no misunderstanding!"

Tony was filled with anger and had no place to vent, so he simply raised his left arm and the Vulcan cannon was ready to fire.

The sound of the machinery turning is like the bell of death!
Wilson cursed wildly in his heart. What on earth had he done to cause such outrage to the people and make the military go to so much trouble to deal with him?

"Hey, hey, are you there?"

Suddenly, Alvin's voice sounded in the armor, interrupting Tony's killing intent.

"Pepper found it?!"

Tony was so surprised that he ignored Kingpin.

"No, but it will be soon." Alvin said slowly and unhurriedly: "I just want to remind you, remember to save Kingpin's life for me, don't kill him."

Glancing at the Kingpin who was slinking away, Tony gritted his teeth in anger: "Okay, I'll keep it for you, but hurry up!"

After saying that, the Vulcan cannon mounted on his left arm fired a light burst, directly cutting off Jin Bing's attempt to escape.

But after thinking about it, Tony just couldn't swallow this breath, staring at Kingpin fiercely, and simply threw away the equipment mounted on his arms, clenched his fists and bumped them together, making a dull clanging sound: "Come on, aren't you the king of the underworld? I heard that you are good at fighting, let me see how good you are!"

Thanks to 'Uncle, I'm a Real Newbie' for the reward~ Also thanks to all the big guys for the monthly tickets and recommendation tickets~
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(End of this chapter)