Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

Chapter 106 Purple Man, Don't Expect a Good Ending (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

In Hell's Kitchen, Zebdia Kilgrave was cornered.

They were stuck in a standalone apartment building.

This apartment didn't originally belong to him; it belonged to a couple who enjoyed torturing and manipulating others.

In the past few days, he deliberately manipulated the wife's husband, making him watch helplessly as his wife was tortured.

He really liked this feeling; it made him feel like God, able to control the life and death of others at will.

This pleasure made him unable to stop.

Zebdia was originally a Yugoslav spy, but he was infected while stealing experimental nerve gas from the US military during a mission, but he survived.

He also unexpectedly gained the ability to control the actions of others by releasing chemical hormones through his skin.

The body can also heal itself quickly.

Because of this ability, he shone brightly on his path of crime, and people in the industry called him Purple Man, a name he liked.

He had his eye on a woman named Jessica Jones.

Two days ago, he suddenly discovered that someone was following him, a very young girl, one of whom was a woman named Jessica.

Moreover, it seems to possess superhuman strength.

So he got interested and grabbed her. He originally wanted to enjoy it himself, but he didn't expect to run into a guy named Dickon along the way, who also had his eye on Jessica.

He hates it when someone steals his prey, so he's determined to control them.

Unexpectedly, the other party seemed to be immune to his abilities and displayed ghostly speed and terrifying strength. He had no way to resist and could only be forced to give up his beloved.

Fortunately, the other party was a good person and gave him a large sum of money as compensation, saying that if he caught anyone like Jessica in the future, he could still make a deal with him.

Zebdia was in a bad mood and returned to the apartment, where he tormented the landlord's wife for another night.

When he woke up, he was shocked to find himself surrounded by a group of people.

More importantly, his ability failed.

Because those guys were all wearing airtight protective suits.

Of course, there was only one person who wasn't wearing any clothes, and he recognized that person.

Kingpin.

The ruler of Hell's Kitchen, a burly and powerful man whose muscles were stretched taut by an expensive white suit, held a cane in his hand.

Under the watchful eyes of the group of fully armed men in protective suits, Kingpin entered the apartment living room and stood before him.

"I don't think I've provoked you, Kingpin."

Zebdia secretly used his abilities as he spoke.

What alarmed him was that Kingpin remained completely unmoved, his size and gaze exuding an oppressive aura: "Not bad. I've heard of you before, Purple Man."

"Give up your tricks, they won't work on me."

Given Kingpin's abilities, he already knew about Purple Man, and was even fully aware of his abilities and their weaknesses.

I hadn't taken them seriously before because they weren't a threat.

A strong enough will and conviction can disregard Zebdia's manipulation.

Coincidentally, Kingpin was one of them.

"What do you want?" Zebdia's heart sank, and he asked through gritted teeth.

Kingpin turned his head and glanced briefly at the slightly open door in the distance, seeing a man inside with angry, resentful, and weak eyes, though he couldn't see the whole situation inside.

But the fishy smell, coupled with some rumors about the Purple Man, made him guess what was going on.

Kingpin was a criminal boss; what evil deeds hadn't he done?

But he still expressed his disgust for the perverted Zi Ren, and said coldly, "You've messed with the wrong person. Because of you, I've also seen a world I've never seen before."

I don't know whether I should be grateful to you or hate you.

"Who is this person we shouldn't have messed with?" Zi Ren's heart sank even further.

He quickly began to recall, and then he realized that he had done so many bad things that he couldn't even remember who he might have offended.

Even Kingpin was driven to do things.

"Go see him yourself." Kingpin turned and left.

Bullseye, wearing a protective suit, and several of his henchmen immediately came over. Faced with several guns pointed at his head, Purple Man didn't dare to move an inch.

He took off his shirt, leaving him only in shorts, and his gun was also taken from him.

Then I watched helplessly as the other party put the same protective suit on me, tied my hands behind my back, and chained my feet. They didn't give me any chance at all.

The purple man was in despair.

He was pulled into a car and taken away by Kingpin and his men.

After a considerable amount of time had passed, several hours later, a terrifying, desperate roar erupted from inside the room.

Purple Man, of course, was unaware of this; he was taken to a private dock in New York.

After getting out of the car, Purple Man's eyes widened. He finally realized who Kingpin was referring to as someone he shouldn't have messed with.

Jessica Jones, whom he had once valued and controlled, was then taken away by Dickon.

"Tsk tsk, you're the pervert. Catching you was so easy, no challenge at all." Nigley, who had been waiting for a long time, walked over and gently tapped on the glass face shield of the purple man's protective suit.

Then he said coldly, "So look forward to it, look forward to you dying sooner, though that's probably unlikely."

He then waved his hand gently.

Several well-trained elite soldiers walked over from behind and forced the purple-haired man toward a cargo ship moored beside the dock.

Skye and Jessica felt a surge of satisfaction as they watched each other's retreating figures.

They knew Negri's words were true, and he shouldn't expect to die a good death. This kind of pervert had to be tortured severely, otherwise how could they face the innocent people he had harmed?

"Thank you very much for your help, Mr. Wilson."

Natasha thanked Kingpin.

Regardless of the means used or whether Kingpin was willing, he did do what they asked him to do, and he did it very well.

"It is my honor to be able to help you, madam."

Kingpin acted very kindly, without the slightest sign of reluctance, and his sincere demeanor easily won over others.

His appearance is actually quite deceptive until he reveals his ferocity and savagery.

The reason he became a philanthropic tycoon, appearing on television and in newspapers from time to time, was because his appearance was deceptive.

Otherwise, if someone has a fierce and menacing appearance, ordinary people will only feel fear and disgust at first glance, and will not care whether they have done charity work.

"I like your efficiency. From now on, we're friends. Keep in touch." Negri walked over, patted Kingpin's thick arm without ceremony, and said with a grin.

"Haha, okay, since we're friends, can I treat you to a meal?"

Kingpin then extended an invitation, wanting to get to know each other better and deepen their relationship.

"Unfortunately, my friend, our mission is over and we have to leave immediately. We can talk about dinner another time."

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