After watching the Punisher leave, Mike walks through Hell's Kitchen. This time, of course, it was to investigate the hand. Although he learned about the Hand entrenched in Hell's Kitchen through the memory of the Origin Universe, Mike still didn't know much about the specific Hand stronghold and personnel distribution.

Moreover, if the Hand can be solved, it will also be very helpful for Mike's system to accumulate energy. After passing the Whipping Incident, the number of major events in which Mike intervened has reached 4.

Only one more is needed for the system to unlock more features.

And Mike still chose to use the death knell vest to shoot this time, after all, with his original identity, that is, Kamen Rider Emperor Rider, the identity of the genius inventor Mike Edinson took the initiative to appear in Hell's Kitchen to fight a gangster, it is difficult not to let others have other speculations.

And this has a bad effect on Mike Edinson who needs to do his best to maintain a good persona.

And since you want to be a good person, then there must not be any stain, this society is always too harsh on good people, and too tolerant of some people who are bad people to some extent.

As long as a good person does an unjust and selfish thing, all his previous good deeds will become a disguise, and a bad person has done a good deed, then his previous bad deeds will be interpreted as a cause, and his current has become a prodigal son.

Therefore, Mike wants to establish a neutral and orderly character for himself, although he does not have to consider everything for the world, but there must be no black spots. But other trumpets naturally have a more different style from the big ones, just like the big bat next door that always has a backup plan, who would think that Bruce Wayne would have a good day and become a vigilante instead.

Perhaps because the punisher had just made too much noise in the polar bear's territory, most of the gang members had disappeared tonight.

Mike travels through this Hell's Kitchen, which is very different from his usual appearance, looking for clues to the Hand-Meeting.

"According to the memories of the Origin Universe, Lady Gao, one of the five fingers of the Hand Society, owns a drug factory, and Botu uses the martial arts hall to supply the low-level ninjas and thugs to the Hand Clan." Mike thought to himself about the information of the meeting.

"Smack!"

Suddenly, the sound of a stick striking flesh not far away made Mike's ears move.

Mike sped in the direction of the sound.

Sure enough, Daredevil in a red bodysuit came into view.

It's just that the scene in front of him is indeed a bit confusing to Mike, and the gang members who are fighting Daredevil are standing on the sidelines clearly, and it doesn't seem to be a gang.

It seems that these two gangs are unevenly dividing the spoils, and they are preparing for the Imperial City PK, and they will see the real chapter under their fists, but they met Daredevil, and then Daredevil said, you moths will put me in prison, so he began to do a dozen or two gorgeous operations.

Mike looked at Daredevil tossing and turning in the crowd, as a melee vigilante, Daredevil has all the skills in his blindness, and this kind of close-quartered short-fighting, the only weapons that the gangsters can use are knives and sticks, after all, shooting in the crowd will not hit the enemy, but it is nine times out of ten that it will hit his own people.

After all, not everyone is a punisher, the ultimate lockhead monster who only sees enemies in his eyes.

However, Mike looked at the other gang on the other side who had already loaded the guns in his hand, Mike shook his head, although the gang entangled by Daredevil would not shoot at their own people, but the other side had no scruples.

It's just that at this moment, the group of people who weren't entangled by Daredevil seemed to see Mike standing unabashedly on a cargo box.

"That transvestite over there, what's your purpose?"

A figure suspected to be a mob boss shouted at Mike.

Mike jumped off the container, and because of the heavy armor on his body, he made a muffled sound when he landed.

"You are?" The gang boss who had just spoken felt a little familiar when he saw Mike's outfit, but he couldn't remember who he really was for a while.

"Death Knell!"

Daredevil hears Mike's powerful heartbeat, as well as the sound of Mike's armor rubbing against him, confirming his identity.

"I don't care what death knell you are, or if you die, since you have seen it today, then leave your life behind."

Today they were doing a drug deal here, but he didn't plan to pay, black eating is common in this sinful neighborhood. It's just that I didn't expect that first there was a Daredevil inserting a bar, and then there was a death knell out of nowhere.

"Hammerhead, formerly known as Joseph Harrow, is a Russian who immigrated to the United States, one of the underworld leaders in New York, there are several gangsters who are fighting recently, you were shot in the head by someone else, your doctor replaced you with an iron skull, so that he has an invulnerable iron head, and now he comes back to take revenge, because he was beaten into a lost dog, so he lacks funds, and today I want to play black and eat black, take the goods and run away, I don't know if I am right."

Knell said as he walked forward. This information is all collected by Alice and reported in Mike's ear through a headset.

"Damn, how do you know so much." Hammerhead didn't expect his old bottom to be exposed by the masked man in front of him.

"Shoot, shoot me, kill this transvestite."

Hammerhead roared at his men.

"Joseph Harrow, who gave you the courage to think you could provoke me, and who gave you the courage to point a gun at my men."

Mike's voice didn't change in the slightest, and his deep voice was like a demon's roar.

"What are you still doing in a daze, shoot, shoot me."

Looking at Mike's frightened subordinates, the hammerhead snatched the shotgun from the hands of the subordinates next to him. In order to make it easier to carry, they sawed off the barrel of the shotgun, although the range was reduced, but this short-range conflict, this sawn shotgun was undoubtedly a big killer. Ordinary body armor at close range could not stop the projectiles that ejected out.

The hammerhead pulled the trigger and grinned, as if he had seen Mike torn to shreds by the projectile that ejected it.

However, for Mike's armor with Erdman alloy as the outer layer and vibranium as the lining, Mike didn't even feel that something hit him.

"It's a pity, I'm in a good mood today, and I don't want to see red."

Mike pulled out the tactical telescopic stick, moved slightly, and a long stick of 1.73 meters appeared in his hand.

"As for you, blame yourself for not having a good boss."