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There was a wound on the back of Fuzi's head.

It was covered by Melanie's palm which was emitting yellow light.

Fazi is not Fisk, so it is impossible for him to survive such a fatal injury. If nothing unexpected happens, death is only a matter of time.

"Lester, go get my potion!" Fisk stood in front of Melanie and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it. Instead, he said, "It's on the ceiling of my room."

"Understood, Boss!"

Lester rushed to the nearby building.

The vulture saw him running on two legs.

I simply flapped my wings and grabbed him and flew to the rooftop.

Sister Maria came over. She looked at Fisk's tattered suit, which looked like a beggar's. She asked with concern, "Little Fisk, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Sister Maria." Fisk turned sideways and looked at Sister Maria, "Sister Maria, I'm glad you're okay."

"The Bigfoot Gang has informed us that we must vacate Hell's Kitchen within ten days and give up all the Irish strongholds.

Otherwise, next time we'll cut off our heads and hang them on the streets of Hell's Kitchen."

Sister Maria's face turned slightly pale. Although she had struggled in the New York underworld for many years, she was not a real gangster. She was just a nun who was forced to take this path.

Fisk sneered, trying to speak gently, "They are just a bunch of beasts who only know how to attack women and children!

Sister Maria, don't worry.

This is free America, not some dirty and lowly island country.

I will chop off the heads of all the Bigfoot gang members one by one, no matter they are male or female, no matter their age, even their family members, even babies in swaddling clothes and the elderly, I will not let any of them go. "

Fisk remembered the Bigfoot gang disguised as homeless people, accompanied by their families...

In fact, it was precisely because the Bigfoot Gang's thugs brought their families with them to disguise themselves as illegal immigrant vagrants that Fisk did not think too much about it.

Otherwise, the sudden appearance of so many Asian faces in Hell's Kitchen, all of them young and middle-aged, would definitely arouse his vigilance.

After all, Fisk is not the murderous Kingpin.

Not the Wilson Grant Fisk who had been hanging around on the streets since he was a kid and was making money by killing people at the age of fifteen.

Now, the person occupying this body is Chen Man, who spent more than ten years in a martial arts school and worked as a security guard.

But that's okay.

learn from mistakes.

The rule of law society brings Chen Man stability and bottom line.

But it also made him relax his vigilance.

But from today on, he will put away all his kindness and carelessness, he will truly become Wilson Grant Fisk, he will never let anyone around him get hurt or even die again, he will make sure that all his enemies will not be able to sleep just thinking about him.

He will become the nightmare of all his opponents.

He swears!

Lester landed on the ground again.

He handed the box to Fisk.

The box was locked and only Fisk had the key.

Fisk tore the box open with his palms.

There is a miniature bomb attached to the top of the medicine.

If the lock is opened or pried open by normal means and the box is opened, the bomb will directly shatter the reagent. Only if the box is torn into pieces will the bomb not explode.

Inject the medicine into Fuzi's body.

There is only a 30% chance that this method can give you super strong recovery ability.

Whether she lives or dies depends on her fate.

There's only so much Fisker can do.

The next thing is to avenge her, avenge the bloodthirsty nuns of Maria, and avenge those innocent residents of Hell's Kitchen...eradicate this dirty Japanese gang for the earth!

Fisk looked at Lester next to him.

The latter shuddered violently.

Although Fisk still had a smile on his face, the murderous intent in his eyes made even this killer with many deaths on his hands tremble with fear.

"Lester, you said you've been to jail, right?"

"Yes, the Federal Maximum Penitentiary, where both Vulture and I were imprisoned for several years."

"Then you must have a lot of acquaintances among them!"

"Yes... But there are only desperate criminals who kill without blinking an eye, or cult members and terrorists with blood on their hands... There are few normal people, they are all crazy."

“But they’re all Americans, right?”

"Most of them are. Even if they are extradited through an extradition treaty, people from other countries will basically be detained in special prisons. Only the big drug lords will be detained in heavy prisons."

"That's enough. The best way to deal with Japanese dogs is to let their fathers take action. The best way to deal with madmen is to find mad dogs!"

Chapter 64 Slaughterhouse and Japanese Pigs!

There are more than 5,000 prisons in the free United States, and the government spends as much as $30 billion each year on prison reform and prisoner education alone.

Scarcity makes things valuable. Thanks to prisons, each state and city generates a considerable amount of tax revenue from prisons. Therefore, politicians are willing to keep all kinds of prisoners in prison rather than killing them.

How can you make money by killing them? You can only make money by locking them up.

The New York City Federal Security Prison is the closest heavy-duty prison in New York City and has the highest level in the entire United States.

Although, it is not as famous as the Devil's Island back then.

But it's not far off.

Those imprisoned here are all vicious criminals, killers, cult members, terrorists, world-famous drug lords, and mutants...

Basically, if you want to be imprisoned here, you can’t get in unless you have killed a few people.

This is also the most heavily guarded prison.

Especially not long ago, a horrific murder case happened here. The godfather of the Irish Mafia was shot in the heart from a long distance while he was taking a walk in the prison.

This made the prison warden lose face, and he deducted the bonuses of all prison guards, so he hired more people and increased the number of prison guards by one third.

At the same time, the exercise time for all prisoners was cancelled, and all prison guards were screened in an attempt to find accomplices and traitors.

For prisoners at a level like the Italian mafia godfather, the time for exercise is not fixed every day.

Even the place for taking a walk is not fixed, and is usually placed randomly in a small compartment.

Or behind the kitchen, in a very small backyard, the prisoners can often only see the sky and nothing else.

Only the prison guards know the time for exercise.

Each time is only fifteen minutes long.

In this situation.

It is impossible to say that there was no help from a traitor.

However, just when all the prison guards were in danger, the prison warden Dr. Kraft returned home humming a little tune.

He is the traitor.

After all, who could know this heavily guarded prison better than him?

Even the position where the sniper lay was chosen by him personally.

The purpose is to ensure the killing of that damned Mafia godfather.

So that he can get enough reward.

As for the benefits Dr. Kraft can gain...there are too many.

Not only can he pocket half a million U.S. dollars by himself, but he can also use the punishment for this assassination to replace all the disobedient prison guards with his own people.

More importantly, they can use the lack of staff and aging equipment to ask the New York City government for more funds.

After all, congressmen and capitalists, you don't want the prisoners in the prison to escape!

He closed the door of his study.

Mr. Kraft fumbled with his fingers, wanting to take out the half a million dollars from the safe and count them again to satisfy his desire.

The maximum-security prison is an oil depot filled with stones.

Mr. Kraft has been working as the prison warden for nearly three years, and has only earned $500,000 including salary.

His five million retirement plan is now a long way off.

But the newly earned $500,000 is enough for his retirement plan to take a big step forward!

But what he didn't expect was that when he closed the door and turned around, he found a mountain sitting on his seat!

The huge body can be seen even without turning on the lights in the room.

Even though there was only a little bit of extremely weak moonlight outside the window, it was still fixed in Dr. Kraft's eyes, causing Dr. Kraft to gasp involuntarily.

His palms silently rested on the handles behind him.

Want to push the door and escape.

But a pistol came from the side and pointed at his head.

"Mr. Warden, I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you so much!"

"Lester!"

Dr. Kraft immediately remembered the voice, and as if he remembered something else, the sweat on his forehead flowed down like raindrops.

Even in a heavy-duty prison, Lester was an extremely difficult prisoner. He once killed five prisoners in the same cell with just a fork.

The reason was simply because Lester's joke before going to bed did not get a response from them.

Dr. Kraft was deeply impressed by such vicious prisoners.