The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel...

Chapter 171 Cooperation

"So you're agreeing to cooperate?" Kingpin's tone was tinged with anticipation, his eyes fixed on Wes.

He leaned forward slightly, eagerly awaiting Wes's reply.

Kingpin was filled with tension and excitement, knowing that his collaboration with Wes would have a crucial impact on his plans.

"Why not?" Wes's answer was concise and powerful.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

Kingpin's face immediately lit up with a happy smile upon hearing Wes's reply.

He quickly picked up the bottle and poured two glasses of wine for the two of them.

"Mr. Irwin, I wish us a pleasant collaboration!" Kingpin raised his glass.

"It's a pleasure doing business with you." Wes raised his glass and gently drank the wine in it.

The wine spreads in the mouth, bringing a mellow taste and rich aroma.

Wes put down his glass, looked at Kingpin, and said, "Also, you can call me Wes."

"Okay, Wes." Kingpin's smile grew even brighter.

He knew that with Wes's help, his plan would surely succeed.

Kingpin began to introduce Wess to Mrs. Gosling and the organization she belonged to, the Hands and the Society.

He told Weiss all the intelligence he had gathered, describing in detail the history, organizational structure, members, and their purposes and actions of the Hand and the Society.

Kingpin's vivid and detailed account gave Wess a deeper understanding of this mysterious organization.

Wes listened very attentively.

Although I had some understanding of the story through the comic book rivalry, it was just a fictional story after all.

Now, however, he is facing a real organization, so there are bound to be some discrepancies.

Wes carefully analyzed the intelligence provided by King, trying to find key clues and information.

"That's all the information I have about the Hand," Kingpin said, taking a sip of wine to moisten his throat. "But one thing is certain: on the day the Dragon Bone appears, the five fingers of the Hand will definitely appear."

Kingpin's eyes revealed a firmness and decisiveness.

"That's when we make our move." Wes nodded slightly; he understood Kingpin's meaning.

They must seize the opportunity the moment the dragon bone appears and engage in a fierce struggle with the Hand.

"That's right." Kingpin nodded, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes.

But then a troubled look appeared on his face. "I'm afraid a bunch of troublesome people will show up then."

Kingpin's tone carried a hint of worry.

Wes knew who the person he was referring to as being in the way was.

The Punisher and Daredevil, superheroes on the streets of New York, are all his old adversaries.

They have been dedicated to defeating Kingpin and his criminal organization.

"If these guys dare to cause trouble at that time," Kingpin's eyes flashed with a fierce light, his fists clenched tightly.

"Whoever tries to stop me from resurrecting my wife and children, I will crush them all to pieces."

Kingpin's tone was full of determination and ruthlessness.

Then I calmed down.

"For easier contact, Mr. Weiss, how about staying here?"

"Sure," Wes agreed without hesitation.

He knew that cooperation with Kingpin required close communication and coordination, and staying here would make their operations more convenient.

Kingpin dialed a number.

"Clean up the room." Kingpin's tone was concise and decisive.

"It's all ready, boss," a respectful voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hmm." Kingpin nodded in satisfaction.

He was very satisfied with the efficiency of his subordinates.

Weiss settled down in the Fisk Building.

Kingpin displayed astonishing generosity, and the "room" he referred to was actually the entire floor that Wes used.

That floor is spacious and bright, with complete facilities. Whether it's the comfortable rest area or the advanced service equipment, it all demonstrates Kingpin's sincerity and grandeur.

"Anything Mr. Erwin asks for must be done; his words are orders."

These were Kingpin's solemn instructions to his subordinates.

His tone was firm and forceful, leaving no room for doubt.

Kingpin understood the importance of working with Weiss, and therefore spared no effort in showing his respect and sincerity.

His men nodded in agreement when they heard the order; they knew they had to treat every request from Weiss with the highest standards.

It must be said that Kingpin was indeed very good at dealing with people.

He understands that it is very important to give the other party sufficient respect and convenience in cooperation.

His move made Wes feel his sincerity.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Although Wes didn't need such a large space or have any special requirements, Kingpin's thoughtfulness still made Wes feel very comfortable.

After giving his instructions, Kingpin left the building; he had many important matters to attend to.

He needs to continue dealing with Madam Gao, and every step requires careful planning.

At the same time, he also had to keep a close eye on the excavation process of the keel to ensure that everything was under his control.

On the other side, in the dangerous Hell's Kitchen.

Night quietly descended, and the long-neglected streetlights emitted a faint glow, struggling to dispel a little of the darkness.

Matt Murdoch, also known as Daredevil, stood quietly on the rooftop.

The night was not a burden for him, but his companion.

He had long since adapted to the darkness and was even able to cleverly use the cover of night to carry out his actions.

His ears twitched slightly, as if listening to everything around him.

"You've arrived."

A man with a cold and stern face slowly emerged from the darkness.

By the dim moonlight, one could see that the lines on his face were sharp and angular, as if carved by a knife.

His square face was framed by a pair of deep eyes that were like stars in a cold night, cold and sharp.

The black tactical vest clung tightly to his strong body, covered with various weapons and equipment.

His black combat suit allowed him to blend perfectly into the darkness, as if he were a part of it.

He is Frank, the Punisher who strikes fear into the hearts of countless gangsters.

If Matt Murdoch hadn't called out his whereabouts, no one would have noticed him hiding in the corner.

His stealth skills are exceptional, allowing him to approach his target undetected.

However, Daredevil, with his keen senses, still managed to detect his presence.

"How did you find me this time?" Frank's tone was curt and devoid of any emotion.

His voice, like him, was cold and resolute.

"Your stealth skills are excellent, but your heartbeat gave you away."

Matt Murdoch answered calmly.

There was not a trace of smugness in his tone.

"Hmm." Frank nodded slightly, without saying anything more.

He asked, "What do you want with me?"

Although it was a question, his tone was completely flat, like that of an emotionless robot.

(End of this chapter)