052. You are the master of the underground world, and I am the king of the Hell Gun!

The top floor of Fisk Building.

Jin Bing, dressed in a black suit, is busy in his private space decorated luxuriously and elegantly.

Beat the egg liquid and add butter.

Shake the pan gently and sprinkle a few pieces of osmanthus before serving.

Finally, pour it into a blue and white porcelain plate.

A plate of fragrant scrambled eggs is ready.

Jin Bing, expressionless, gently picked up the plate.

He turned and walked out of the spacious kitchen.

Entered the empty living room.

Under the soft light of the bright chandelier.

A chess set placed in the center of the living room is playing a brutal game.

Jin Bing gracefully carried the plate and walked to the chessboard.

He lowered his head and looked down at the chess game.

He picked up a black knight.

He moved one square to the left and ate the white pawn.

At the same time, on the huge screen on the wall of the living room.

The red number representing Mrs. Gao's side suddenly jumped, reducing one person.

This seems to be just some kind of wonderful coincidence.

Because Jin Bing didn't care about this little thing at all.

He just lowered his head and stared at the black and white chessboard, slightly lost in thought.

For a moment, he even forgot about the scrambled eggs in the blue and white porcelain plate.

A few minutes later, the scrambled eggs cooled slightly.

It was a good time to eat.

Unfortunately, Jin Bing, who came to his senses, threw even the priceless blue and white porcelain plate into the trash can.

Dong——

At this moment, the wooden door of the living room facing the chessboard was pushed open.

Lester, a blond man with a trace of blood on his face, walked in hurriedly.

He walked quickly to the chessboard, put his hands behind his back and said:

"Boss, the 'index finger' ninja head Murakami of the Hand is dead... because all the ninjas in the war zone have lost their traces, they ran away!"

As soon as the voice fell.

Jin Bing seemed not to hear Lester's words.

He walked sideways a few steps.

Slowly sat on a chair facing the chessboard.

The extremely terrifying burly figure seemed like a huge mountain covering the entire chessboard.

It also made Lester lower his head subconsciously.

With a faint light flashing in his eyes, Jin Bing looked down at Lester's head with a cold look.

After a moment of silence, Jin Bing's low voice slowly sounded:

"It doesn't matter. The Hand is originally a garbage hole where a group of cowards who are afraid of death huddle together for warmth. They can betray Madam Gao and choose to help me, or they can betray me and choose to help others..."

"I understand, boss."

With his hands behind his back, Lester smiled slightly and agreed readily.

At the same time, he stepped around the chessboard.

Approaching Jin Bing, he said:

"Boss, Madam Gao's men are not many anymore. Should we wipe them out at once? Although..."

Just when Lester was only a few steps away from Jin Bing.

His hands behind his back suddenly waved!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh--

In an instant, the metal-made playing cards were like agile darts, emitting a terrifying scream, and slashed towards Jin Bing's neck and head!

Ding Ding Ding——

However, Kingpin, who had a calm expression, didn't even seem to blink!

Those metal playing cards that were enough to easily cut flesh and blood.

They didn't even scratch his skin.

Not a trace was left!

This is impossible!

The expression on Lester's face suddenly changed.

Green light flowed rapidly in the depths of his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, his fingers with metal rings trembled slightly.

A thin and long blade as thin as a cicada's wing was suddenly pulled out from his sleeve!

Unfortunately, Kingpin, who was as still as a mountain, had already made a move.

He sat on a chair and suddenly stretched out a huge palm.

He pinched Lester's blond head with just one move!

Then, Kingpin's other palm was slightly raised.

It fell heavily on Lester's arms and chest like hitting a sandbag!

Crack——

Accompanied by a crisp sound of bone breaking.

Lester, with a distorted expression, was completely limp, and his limbs fell down weakly!

In an instant, most of his bones were completely shattered!

"Ugh"

With his eyes wide open, Lester wanted to howl miserably.

But his mouth was tightly blocked by Kingpin's palm.

He couldn't make any sound at all!

At this time, Kingpin was pinching Lester's head.

Through the gaps between his fingers, he saw the green light spots surging rapidly in the depths of his eyes.

"Is he really controlled by brainwashing?"

Before he finished speaking, Kingpin, with an expressionless face, squeezed his hand hard!

Puff!

Lester, whose only neck could move.

Half of his skull suddenly exploded, and even his two eyeballs were squeezed out of his eye sockets by the huge pressure!

Kingpin, who had no emotion, threw the body away casually.

He shook the blood and brain matter on his fingertips.

Then, Kingpin slowly stood up.

He said in a low voice:

"Your remote control toy is broken... It's better to do it yourself."

In an instant, behind the other door of the living room wooden door.

Fully armed Rorschach.

Holding the blood-dripping chainsaw sword in one hand, he slowly walked out of the shadows.

"What a pity, a very obedient tool man..."

Rorschach wore a gas mask and said in a vague and low voice:

"But to be honest, I didn't expect him to succeed..."

At this moment, Kingpin looked down at Rorschach who was standing ten meters away with an indifferent expression.

He stepped around the board.

While unbuttoning his black suit, he asked casually:

"Blood feud between close relatives?"

Rorschach, wearing a black helmet, shook his head slightly.

He hung the flesh-stained chainsword from the belt of the Iron Legion's matching coat.

The vague and deep voice came out of the gas mask again:

"At first there were some personal grudges... Later, it was simply the New York gangsters who blocked my way, and you happen to be the uncrowned king of the underworld."

"Yes, the reason why I like you..."

The burly Kingpin quickly took off his suit.

A metallic shirt studded with silver threads was revealed.

He started to roll up his sleeves and nodded in agreement:

"At least it's much better than the street hero justice game!"

Tens of seconds later.

Kingpin's completely exposed forearms.

It's like the muscles made of metal are knotted and exuding a light luster.

"My body has been tempered by countless sweat and time..."

A series of vague and strange patterns seemed to appear between Jin Bin's forearms.

He stared at Luo Xia with cold eyes and said calmly:

"It even has a lot of black magic and pagan blessings attached to it... I'm afraid your weapons are no longer enough to hurt me."