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For these criminal gangs, it is the best smuggling route.

This group of Russian brotherhoods is responsible for exporting the flour produced by the Hand overseas, with the main destination being the Russian homeland.

But recently they have had some problems with their business.

A few nosy social idlers suddenly appeared in Hell's Kitchen, hindering the normal development of New York's economy at night.

Two shipments have already been disrupted by them.

One is called Daredevil, one is called Iron Fist, but the most terrifying one is the Punisher.

The first two won’t kill anyone, but the last one is terrifying, as it’s designed to kill people.

Brother!

We are a pillar industry in New York, okay? We pay taxes!

Who gave you the right to harm taxpayers!

Thinking back to Mrs. Gao's warning to him in the morning, the big boss Vladimir's face was so gloomy that water could drip out of it.

He looked at his men.

"If there's any problem with this batch of goods tonight, then neither the Kingpin nor the Hand will be able to tolerate us."

"We can't stay in this Hell's Kitchen anymore. Be alert and shoot those who get in the way!"

"If the pistol doesn't work, throw me grenades and fire the bazooka. As long as you make sure these goods are shipped out, I'll take the brunt of any mess you make!"

Vladimir's roar echoed in the empty factory building.

A group of younger brothers also showed confidence.

"Ula!"

At this moment, an inappropriate voice seemed very abrupt.

"You guys can still get a bazooka?"

In an instant, everyone's eyes were on the person who was speaking. Sun Wuming was sitting high on the beam, swinging his legs in a nonchalant manner.

"who are you?"

Vladimir asked, waving his hand calmly, and several younger brothers tiptoed to find the angle, took out their guns, and pointed them at Sun Wuming.

Under the halo, Sun Wuming's face appeared a little blurry, but his features could still be seen.

No mask, not Daredevil.

Not the farm tool complexion, so not the invulnerable weirdo (Luke Cage).

As for the Punisher, it is even more impossible. The Punisher never talks nonsense. If it were him, this place would have turned into a sea of ​​fire by now.

Vladimir's face turned green.

Another nosy person pops up?

Sun Wuming did not answer but asked: "You are Vladimir, right? Then who is your brother Anatoly?"

These Russian guys are all big and short, with blond hair and a crew cut. He really can't tell who is who.

"Sokabulie, I am the same, what's the problem?"

A golden-haired one spoke irritably.

"That's it..."

Sun Wukong nodded in understanding.

The next second, everyone present was shocked. Sun Wuming's figure had disappeared from the beam.

"Hurry up and find him!"

Vladimir yelled, and Anatoly's eyes blurred, and he saw that the man was very close.

"It's good to have a bad mouth. This way you die quickly and can be reincarnated sooner."

Sun Wuming muttered to himself, his movements seemed slow but were actually fast, and his head popped up like a joke.

Then Anatoly's brain exploded.

boom!

The watermelon broke into pieces, and the red and white cuties mixed together and smeared on the faces of several people nearby. Their expressions were stunned and they didn't react at all.

Some people even licked it subconsciously and then retched wildly.

It must be said that as the eldest brother, Vladimir was the first to come to his senses. He witnessed his brother being killed with his own eyes. His eyes turned red and he looked like a madman.

"Kill him, kill him!"

Ta-ta-ta-ta!

Hearing the boss's orders, the younger brothers drew their weapons one after another, the sound of shooting continued, and they even accidentally injured their own people.

Sun Wuming did not dodge or evade. Instead, a visible blue aura burst out from his body, like an indestructible shield that blocked all the bullets.

Seeing this scene, the members of the Russian Brotherhood were shocked.

What is this? Superman?

"I wanted to spare your lives. After all, no one wants to buy your lives."

Sun Wuming sighed. He hated the feeling of being taken advantage of for free.

But since we've attacked him, we're already enemies, so why should we let him live?

What if a protagonist with extraordinary luck comes out and pins this Saiyan to the ground and beats him?

So for safety reasons, Sun Wuming decided to send them all to see God.

There were constant screams in the huge factory, but they lasted for a very short time. It took only a minute before everything returned to calm.

Only Sun Wuming was left standing.

There were broken limbs and arms on the ground, and blood was flowing like a river. Any normal person would probably vomit after seeing this.

But Sun Wuming did not feel any discomfort at all, instead he felt very comfortable.

Well, it’s all because of the Saiyan bloodline.

He was a model student and one of the first good kids to wear a red scarf. How could he be so violent?

Chapter 14: The Defenders, The Hand, and Kingpin

boom!

After taking away all the cash and valuables, Sun Wuming started a fire, burning the body and the flour and blood bags inside.

Yes, in addition to flour, Sun Wuming also unexpectedly discovered that there were a large number of blood bags in a refrigerator.

Thousands of bags of blood placed together looked creepy under the cold light.

As for why Maozi wanted to collect so much blood, Sun Wuming probably had a guess.

But he didn't mean to pay attention.

There are too many monsters and demons in this world. Sun Wuming feels like he will be exhausted to death if he tries to deal with all of them when he encounters them.

"Hello, takeaway number 9527 has been delivered. Please check it. If there is no problem, please click to confirm receipt."

"Okay sir, we will verify it as soon as possible and your delivery fee will be credited to your account immediately after verification."

After hanging up the phone, Sun Wuming disappeared into the night.

Ten minutes later, city cleaning trucks and fire trucks arrived and the fire was put out. Several people dressed as cleaners walked into the abandoned factory, checked it carefully, and left quickly.

Sun Wuming's special mobile phone soon received a text message from the bank.

[Dear customer, you have transferred 3.5 million yuan into your account at the New York Rural Credit Union, and the current balance is 3.574 million yuan. ]

The money has been taxed and you can spend it however you want without anyone checking.

Seeing that the balance had returned to seven figures, Sun Wuming felt temporarily relieved and went into the basement to exercise in a happy mood.

After finishing this order, he can rest for a while.

.......

In Hell's Kitchen, the flames rising into the sky were clearly visible from almost half of the city, touching the hearts of countless people.

In the dark night, Daredevil, wearing a red and black uniform, stood on the top of the building. He determined the direction of the fire by the sound of the wind and said in a deep voice:

"It's Vladimir's base. Something happened there."

"Damn it, you, a blind man, are more sensitive than me. Do you know what I ate at night?"

Beside him, Iron Fist Luke Cage was mumbling, and his innate talent made his speech sound like rap.

"The salmon and boiled beans you had for lunch on that burrito are a terrible combination."

"Damn, you really do know!"

Daredevil didn't even look back.

"Are there any new people entering Hell's Kitchen? There has been no movement from the Hand and Kingpin tonight."

“This is definitely not something they did.”

"No matter who it is, it's wrong for him to do this."

He smelled blood and a sickening 'barbecue smell'.

I knew in my heart that another tragedy must have happened there.

Across a distance of several kilometers, it seemed that the end of the Russian Brotherhood had been seen.

Walking in the darkness, Daredevil is "protecting" the city in his own way.

He was not afraid to use violence, but always refused to kill anyone. Even if that person was guilty, he would hand him over to the law for trial.

What happened tonight has undoubtedly touched Daredevil's bottom line.

"Is that you... Frank..."

Iron Fist didn't hear Daredevil's whisper clearly, but he felt very happy.