Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

Chapter 196 Jessica Shocks the Entire Hell's Kitchen (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Finn and his Irish gangsters were surrounded.

Apart from Finn, everyone else was already drenched in sweat.

They had no idea what had happened.

Finn found it even more absurd.

This is the heart of his Irish gang; it's his territory.

As a result, Kingpin and his gang led a large force into his territory and surrounded them all.

In that instant, Finn, who had been blinded by the rage of revenge, calmed down.

He scanned the people in front of him one by one, his gaze lingering briefly on the hot woman with a ninja mask at the front of the Hand group of ninjas before finally looking at Kingpin.

"I'm on my own turf, looking for the murderer who killed my son."

Finn calmly explained.

He looked directly at Kingpin.

He tried to use this to make Kingpin and his men retreat, even though he knew the chances of that happening were slim.

really.

Kingpin snorted coldly, his burly, stout body dressed in a white suit, holding a cane, the bar's colorful lights illuminating his bald head.

The interplay of light and shadow amplified his sense of oppression.

This is the power of Hell's Kitchen's biggest gang leader, and even the most ruthless Irishman can't help but feel fear.

If the Irish are like hyenas, then Kingpin is like a lion.

A lion that no one dares to provoke.

"I warned you, Redbeard," Kingpin called out Finn's street codename, which already represented his attitude.

Finn's heart sank.

But he was very reluctant to give up, so he wanted to persist.

"Hell's Kitchen has its own street rules, Kingpin, do you want to break them?"

"Bullshit rules, there's only one rule on the street: the survival of the fittest."

Kingpin's face was menacing: "I'm stronger than you, so I'm the one who's right. But now there are people who are stronger than me, stronger than the entire Hell's Kitchen, so they're the ones who's right."

"The Irish have established themselves in Hell's Kitchen with my tacit approval, and now you dare to ignore my warnings, and even more so, they dare to ignore theirs."

"You deserve to die."

Kingpin was genuinely terrified.

Kingpin was undoubtedly a ruthless and ambitious man who was exceptionally gifted from a young age.

He embarked on a path of organized crime, gradually building such a large empire, yet Kingpin never relinquished his own power.

Kingpin possesses extraordinary willpower and self-discipline.

Kingpin still has a very clear understanding.

He saw things very clearly and understood the rules of this world very early on.

In the United States, Kingpin was a big figure underground, and he hoped that one day he could clear his name and enter politics.

To put it bluntly, compared to white, his black is weak.

However, the appearance of Natasha and Negri once again shattered Kingpin's understanding of the world, making him realize that strength is not limited to black or white.

Compared to other gangs, Kingpin had personally experienced the strength of his adversaries.

A simple raven sign was enough to scare Kingpin away all his courage to resist.

Only by facing fear can you realize how terrible it is.

He just didn't expect that this fool would be even more courageous than him.

Jin would never allow this hot-tempered idiot to get involved with him, not even the slightest possibility.

Of course, besides that, Kingpin also had some of his own little schemes.

That's ingratiating yourself.

As the saying goes, "A wise man submits to circumstances," and the same principle applies to Kingpin, who also wanted to make progress.

Since the goal was to curry favor with Progress, Finn undoubtedly became Kingpin's stepping stone.

He was going to pin Finn down.

Finn was unaware that Kingpin had already considered him dead. He still tried to struggle, but after suppressing his anger, he tried to speak in a gentle tone.

However, he had just opened his mouth.

Boom!

A loud bang echoed in the sky.

Everyone instinctively looked up at the sky, only to see something flying at high speed in the pitch-black night sky.

fighter?

No, that's not a fighter jet.

Everyone was puzzled, then their expressions turned to horror.

Because they noticed that the high-speed flying object turned and plummeted straight down from the sky, right here in front of them.

Kingpin's eyelids twitched.

Before anyone could react, they saw explosions erupt one after another, and cone-shaped sonic waves piled up one after another. The thing slowed down its descent when it was still tens of meters above the ground.

Finally, it fell at a normal speed.

It crashed onto the ground in the middle of Finn, Kingpin, and the others.

The ground cracked as a result, and everyone instinctively took a step back, looking at the person in front of them with surprise and uncertainty.

a woman.

A very beautiful and young girl with slightly wavy black short hair, wearing a red trench coat over a shirt, black leather pants of a special material and Martin boots, and black leather gloves on both hands.

The most eye-catching feature is the logo on the shoulder of the red overcoat.

A black raven with its wings spread, a drop of thick blood on its belly.

Just like the raven symbol used when sending messages to their various leaders before.

"Lady Erica~~"

The Hand ninjas were uneasy, and one of them looked at the woman in the red ninja outfit who was leading them.

The woman reached out to stop her subordinate ninja from speaking further. The ninja's eyes, hidden behind his mask, were fixed on the woman, and a thought flashed through his mind.

She had seen this familiar outfit before.

One of the two mysterious units that appeared in the Battle of Manhattan.

The other leaders weren't stupid either, so they naturally thought of it too.

Finn was truly and utterly desperate this time.

His body began to tremble involuntarily.

Even the most brutal Irish people will feel despair and fear when faced with someone who is almost like a god.

It turns out that the person who warned him this time was backed by that group of people.

"Tsk, still not quite there."

As Jessica landed, she glanced down at the cracked ground beneath her feet, her brows furrowing slightly, clearly dissatisfied with her control over the situation.

I need to practice more when I get back.

Skye, that little girl, has much better self-control than me. She can't fall behind, otherwise Captain Natasha will definitely give me a good beating.

Recalling that brutal scene, Jessica couldn't help but shudder.

The warband leader was too ruthless.

Especially recently, it seems that he is about to master one of the advanced applications of Armament Haki: internal destruction.

They then turned their attack inward.

It hurts so much.

Jessica had no desire to receive any love from the Chapter Master.

Jessica's joy at returning to Hell's Kitchen vanished instantly, replaced by anger.

Jessica felt that she could be unreasonable sometimes, as a girl, and that was understandable.

So it was only natural for her to vent her anger on others.

He turned his head and glanced at Kingpin and his group of Hell's Kitchen leaders who had retreated some distance.

The guy who was once so famous to her now looked at her with fear in his eyes.

A great experience.

These guys were behaving themselves, Jessica thought, and decided to let them go. Then she turned to look at Finn and the other Irishmen.

Maru-la~~

To die!

Finn and his group wore strange expressions, as if they wanted to cry but couldn't.