Marvel: The Imposter Inventor

Chapter 45 Knock on the door
Wilson Grant Fisker, nicknamed Kingpin.

The biggest mob boss in New York, and the mastermind behind Hell's Kitchen's underworld.

Although it has not yet come into the open, it possesses the glamorous facade of a philanthropic real estate businessman and the famous Fisker Building in New York.

However, given his current status and influence, it's impossible for him to be homeless or even hiding like ordinary petty thugs.

It could even be said that his daily location is a semi-public secret in the entire Hell's Kitchen.

In the northern part of Hell's Kitchen, near the Hudson River at 311 West 50th Street in Manhattan, a luxurious building converted from a medium-sized warehouse served as Kingpin's daily residence and the true command center of his criminal empire.

However, even though most of the gangsters in Hell's Kitchen knew that this was Kingpin's stronghold, no one ever thought of launching a sneak attack on the place or retaliating against him.

That is because all those who had such thoughts had already died at the hands of Kingpin and his men.

However, tonight, an unremarkable mobile news van quietly and slowly drove up to the vicinity of this building.

As the news van slowly came to a stop, a seemingly inconspicuous flexible camera gradually emerged from an opening in the vehicle's roof.

"Damn, this is just a mob boss's hideout? The warehouse has been converted into such a luxurious place, with barbed wire and sentry towers? It's fucking incongruous!"

Inside the news van, among the group of people viewing the camera footage on a tablet, a green-haired man named Green Bull muttered a curse under his breath.

Previously, they were either engaged in commercial assassinations or overseas hiring missions. They never imagined that the power of the New York underworld had developed to this extent.

"Shut up, everyone check your own equipment."

The leader of the Reverse A Squad, Dunshan, glared sternly at the talkative Green Bull before asking Wrench, who was in the driver's seat.

"Wrench, can we launch the drone now? We need to confirm intelligence on the enemy inside the building."

"Sure, boss, but the target has very few windows. I'm worried about the intelligence coming out too inaccurately." The driver, who had just turned on the electronic fogging mode for the windshield and pulled a wrench from under the seat to take out his computer, replied with a slight hesitation.

"It's okay, let's check the external situation first, then the internal situation..."

Just as Dunshan was about to continue speaking, another voice suddenly interrupted him.

"I'll handle the enemy situation inside the building."

The one speaking was Luca, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

Before the wrench next to him could even ask Luca how to get enemy intelligence,

Luca gently squeezed the temple of the [reconnaissance glasses].

With a thought, the glasses instantly connected to the computer in the wrench's hand, and in the next instant, an incredibly clear infrared thermal image appeared on the computer screen.

The computer screen in the wrench's hand was a tablet connected to everyone, so the screen was naturally shared with the entire team in sync.

"Such a clear thermal image? How many walls did it penetrate??? When did the company release this new technology? Wait! Young Master, how did you connect directly to my computer system?"

Wrench, who was initially slightly annoyed by Luca's interruption, now looked completely incredulous and started bombarding him with questions.

Samira, sitting in the back of the car, wore a proud expression.

It's like saying, 'You guys are really making a fuss over nothing. Young Master has many more impressive skills than we think.'

However, Dunshan, who was standing to the side, did not notice Shamila's little action, but simply reminded his teammate again.

"Wrench, shut up, mission priority!"

However, even he was shocked this time.

It's important to understand that Samira's claim of being the 'most versatile special forces soldier' ​​she's ever met wasn't just empty talk. Dunshan also possesses remarkable expertise in the fields of electronic information technology and equipment.

That's why he understands all too well how outrageous this technology is, capable of scanning through a dozen walls and ensuring that all walls and the thermal images behind them are clearly visible.

It's important to understand that even the most advanced military 'multi-mimicry battlefield perception system' can only detect what's behind a wall 20 centimeters thick. And this isn't just a simple thermal imager; it's the result of the combined action of infrared thermal imaging and millimeter-wave radar.

In fact, the real purpose of most thermal imagers is to facilitate observation of the enemy during nighttime operations.

Yes, just like the monocular goggle hanging on his helmet right now.

'So, our Orange Industrial's technology has become that advanced now?'

However, this thought only flashed through Dunshan's mind; in his belief, the mission took precedence over everything else.

They immediately began asking others about their preparations.

"Longbow, are you in position?"

"Get in position."

The answer that came through the headset was Chang Gongneng's cold and abrupt reply.

At this very moment, 300 meters from Kingpin's lair, on the rooftop of an abandoned building, below an advertising billboard.

Longbow was using a Nikon camera mount to secure his M24 SWS sniper rifle when he unfolded the folding chair that had been prepared beforehand, sat down, and quietly watched the scene through the scope.

In fact, 300 meters is far from the limit of the longbow's sniping range. However, since the squad needs to keep their distance from each other in urban combat and a special silencer barrel is installed, he chose this building.

'The hunt is on! One shot, one kill! No one can hide! Let's have some fun!'

He silently recited various lines in his mind, but Chang Gong's face remained as calm as still water.

Dunshan's voice continued through the headset.

"Green Bull."

"Don't worry, Captain," Green Bull patted the HK416A5 assault rifle in his hand, grinning to reveal two rows of big teeth.

However, Dunshan glared at him and gave him a warning.

"Don't bring too many explosives; we won't need them for tonight's operation."

After saying that, he turned to look at Thresh, who was nervously biting his nails, and shook his head helplessly.

"Thresh, you're making too much noise. Wait until we're exposed before you make your move, and this one too."

As he spoke, Dunshan paused slightly, then looked at the tall robot beside him, clad in full armor, and tried to shrink his body as much as possible to avoid bumping into it.

"Hello, I'm Agent Baymax!" (▇━▇)
"...Hmm...This Agent Baymax, you and he will follow behind us for now."

Finally, Dunshan pulled the bolt of his M4A1 carbine, looked at Samira who was using the same weapon as him, and said softly.

"Tarantula, the two of us will go first, and together with Longbow, we'll take out the guards on the watchtower."

When Samira heard Dunshan call out her code name, a bloodthirsty smile appeared on her face.

"Understood, Captain!"

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