Wilson Fisk stopped in front of Gwen like an angry bull, glaring at her through gritted teeth, veins on his forehead.

"Who sent you?" He asked in a deep voice.

"Who sent me? I want to think of Christ Jesus? ”

Fisk roared, his fist slamming towards Gwen like a giant meat hammer with a whistling wind. Gwen jumped out of the way again, and Fisk's punch smashed the railing of the staircase she was crouching on.

He missed one punch, and the second punch came again. Gwen leaps off the ground, and a swoop grabs over Fisk's head. Fisk slammed another punch into the wall, slamming it deep into the wallboard, leaving an exaggerated punch hole.

Gwen couldn't help but want to complain. Obediently, this is still called an ordinary person? This strange force is not human at all, right? Even a true non-human like me feels non-human.

Although Wilson Fisk is obese and about the size of three adults, 90 percent of his body is muscles, and his strength has long exceeded the limits of human beings. (Although this setting still doesn't explain why he has the arm strength of a normal person.) ）

The two fought at the entrance to the stairwell, but Gwen suffered slightly in comparison. The space was too narrow for her to dodge, but Fisk was able to use his brute force to the fullest. The wind of his punch after punch almost stacked on top of each other, swooping down like layers of stirring waves. Gwen only dodged left and right between his fists in small movements, punching gold in a row without even touching the corners of her clothes.

Gwen saw the opportunity, dodged Fisk's punch and passed under his armpit, slapped one palm on the ground and bounced her body up, flying from the bottom to the top and kicking Fisk's fleshy chin.

"Hah, hit again, this seems like the third time I've kicked you in the jaw." Gwen scoffed, "You really have to eat less cupcakes, and maybe you won't be so easy to kick next time." ”

Fisk was already worried about the little spider girl, and his anger was out of nowhere. He had already decided to stay away from her and not provoke her again, but he didn't expect this guy to hit his own territory inch by inch.

Now that Gwen was so mocking his size, Fisk couldn't bear it. When did he, the king of crime in New York, the real ruler of the city, ever suffer such an insult? For a while, the fear of the mysterious backstage of this little girl was also thrown out of the clouds, and now he just wanted to break this living bug into pieces.

Jin He punched out with a "whew" and shouted: "Wait until I catch you, bed bug!" I'm going to rip your nasty tongue out of that oily mouth! ”

His eyes were red, his attack was becoming more and more desperate, and his nose felt like it was about to breathe fire. Gwen had never seen this kind of posture, and she was a little timid in her heart for a while, but she still refused to admit defeat: "Is it? But as a suggestion, if you want to catch me, you'd better go to the gym and lose a ton of meat, otherwise it's not very promising. ”

Fisk became even angrier, alternating his fists and whirring, the attack getting faster and more fierce. Gwen jumped sideways, slapped her palm on one side of the wall, and stuck her fingers to the wall, she reversed her slender arm in the air, and swept towards Jin with one leg with unparalleled power. Fisk raised his arm in a dull way, and Gwen jerked his leg on his arm, and the strength of his leg drew gold and he tumbled down the stairs all over, his huge body rolling down the stairs like a black ball.

But he had rough skin and thick flesh, and although he fell to the ground, there was no actual damage. He quickly got to his feet, and Gwen had jumped in front of him in hot pursuit. Fisk roared, his left fist ready to strike, but a cobwebs "snapped" against the wall. He swung his right fist, Gwen ducked up, and a backhand spider silk hit the back of his fist, and with a force, he threw his right fist against the wall, "snapping" a spider web sticking to the ground.

Normally, two cobwebs would not have been able to break free, but Gwen knew that he was amazingly powerful, so she shot seven or eight cobwebs in succession with her hands alternately, tying him tightly with both hands and feet, and he couldn't move at all.

Fisk couldn't move, but still yelled in exasperation, "Stinky girl! I'm going to make you dead! Did you hear that? It's useless for God, the old man himself, to cover you! I'll kill you! Let you become"

Gwen slapped a cobwebs in his face, forcing him to shut up.

"Okay, okay, I remember, big man. I'm happy to talk to you, but I still have a car to catch. ”

Fisk's eyes were pitch black, and he couldn't see anything. He only heard the footsteps of the stinky girl gradually disappearing, and a moment later there was a very arrogant "bang" of the door.

***

Midtown Circle Finance Corporation.

The five leaders of the Hand in the conference room were defeated in less than a minute. The fighter fell on the carpet with his own dagger stuck in his belly; Mrs. Gao fell on the side of the conference table, no longer angry; Sowanda was in the ceiling—literally, half of her body was stuck in the ceiling, leaving only one pair of legs dangling; Murakami was embedded in the wall like a sticker, and it looked quite funny, and he was also out of breath.

Michael walked slowly around the conference table. Alexandra behind the table was the only one of the five who hadn't lost her breath, and she stretched out her blood-soaked hand to press it on the table to support herself, and glanced at the black-gold armor behind her, her eyes flashing with a decisive fierce light. She turned around sharply, and a short knife appeared in the palm of her hand, cutting out a silver arc and swinging towards the other party.

Sonor!

The crisp sound of Jin Ming intersected, and the short knife broke in two and flew out of her hand, and the anti-shock force shook her with severe pain.

Michael stood still, not even hiding.

Alexandra glared at him with reluctance in her eyes, "Who the hell are you?" ”

It's been hundreds of years, and they've survived for such a long time. They have deceived the Grim Reaper again and again, evaded the pursuit from Kunlun again and again, and now they have found a new dragon bone before their life runs out, and they are about to be reborn. But suddenly, without warning, a spoiler in high-tech armor broke in, and ended everything without giving them the slightest chance to react.

Their dreams were shattered, and the shadow of death from which they had exhausted their entire lives to escape came prematurely. It seems that they have deceived death for so long that they have invited the Grim Reaper himself.

Michael raised his hand slightly: "It's just a passerby." ”

The pulse cannon rang out, and Alexandra was blasted into the wall with a cannon, and she was completely dead.

At this point, the five leaders of the Hand Association have all been eliminated.

Of course, Hand is now a large organization with global influence, and it will not collapse simply because of the death of its leader. But there's no doubt that this has dealt them an unprecedented blow, and the ninjas will be left leaderless and the organization may be in chaos like never before.

But Michael didn't care about these things at all from the beginning.

If these five leaders who have been hung up know that the real reason why they provoked this plague god is actually just because the financial department of the Midtown Circle obstructed the construction project of the Paso Group, I am afraid that they will be so angry that they will vomit blood on the Huangquan Road.

Now that the leader has been solved, it is only natural that Midtown Circle Finance can no longer be an obstacle. All it takes is a few more phone calls to do some paperwork, and the obstacle can be easily removed. It is expected that within a day, Paso Group will be able to take ownership of the Midtown Circle site, and their work will be able to begin as originally planned.

Oh, and by the way, the keel under New York.

To be honest, Michael is not very interested in these so-called keels that hide forbidden secrets. First of all, eternal life is not very attractive to him, and secondly, the Hand is not really immortal, but only delays the arrival of death with the help of special methods. If it were only to this extent, Michael could have done it with magic, and there was no need for such a thing.

In addition, to dig out these keels, you first have to go through a special gate that only the Immortal Iron Fist can open, and then even if you open the door and dig it out directly, it will cause the foundation to be destroyed and New York will sink, and if you find another way, you will have to work hard, and Michael is very unfortunate that there is already an army of alien technology to study at hand, and there is no effort to tinker with fossil bones. In addition, the value of this thing is actually dispensable to him

So although it was a pity for the Hand Society, which had spent so much human and financial resources to dig such a hole, it was eventually refilled. The entrance to the keel remains was buried deep underground, never to see the light of day.