Michael sternly tells Gwen to stay out of trouble and forget about the money. But after putting down the phone and thinking about it all night, Gwen finally decided that just one time, she didn't want to be a good girl again.

She told herself it was for Alex, to get justice for her friend. But deep down she knew it was more than that.

She wants to prove it to him and let him know that he is not a baby who needs to be cared for. She wants to prove that she is capable of solving problems on her own.

The leader of the Russian gang tells her Kim and her real name, Wilson Fisk, and it's a good start. Gwen followed Fisk's luxury car all the way from the Fisk Mansion, flying in mid-air at a distance of neither near nor far, while paying attention to the cover of the house and the various blind spots of the card to avoid being noticed.

These were all things she had learned in her training sessions at Celestial Sword, and she had heard that her instructor, the Winter Soldier, was a top expert at tracking and counter-tracking, and that learning a little from him would be enough to help most situations.

Fiske's car drove all the way out of the city center to a huge workshop. Fiske's massive body came out of the left side of the back seat, and Gwen wondered for a moment how he could get in and out of the car with his size), and then in horror, he got out of the car on the right side.

Gwen was furious. She had clearly tied him up and thrown him on the cover in front of the New York Police Department after the horror yesterday, but this guy walked out like nothing today, and even the weapon parts on his arms that she scrapped had been repaired.

Isn't there a reliable police officer in all of New York?

Out of the workshop was Vladimir, the Russian who revealed Kim's identity to Gwen. He also had three or five younger brothers behind him.

Vladimir realized something was wrong when he saw Thriller following behind Kim.

"What's the matter, Fisk?" He asked.

"You should know." Fisk said coldly. He stood in front of Vladimir face to face, and the height of the Russian was only able to reach his chest. He added, "Just as you should understand how annoyed I am at the fact that my name is being advertised everywhere." ”

Vladimir was taken aback, and a fierce light appeared in his eyes, shooting straight at the horror like a sword about to pierce the heart: "Herman! ”

"I'm sorry, man∫ I know that you brought me to where I am today, and I'm grateful." Horror raised his hands to show helplessness, "But you also understand that people always have to go to high places∫ when I see an opportunity, I have to choose a side." ”

Vladimir was furious, and looked like he was about to rush forward at any moment to scare the head of this hateful two-five boy, but he didn't dare to attack in front of him. Fisk continued to ask coldly, "I just want to know, why?" We've always worked well together, haven't we? What are your grievances, Vladimir? ”

"What's the grievance?" Now that the words have been broken, Vladimir no longer holds them. He said angrily, "It seems to me that you may have thought that you are already above us brothers who fight the world together. Your appetite is starting to grow, Fisk. What is within our share of the matter, we will naturally take care of it. And you, sometimes, you'd better not get your hands dirty for our business. ”

Fisk looked at him expressionlessly, his mountain-like body releasing an aura of invisible majesty. The Russians were undaunted and looked at him with the fierce gaze of a leopard.

The atmosphere was solemn for a few seconds, and Fisk suddenly grinned and laughed coldly.

"Behold, some people at last still can't bear it anymore∫ and wonder when you will show it up." Fisk sneered. He glanced coldly at a few of Vladimir's henchmen and said in a deep voice, "It's time to take sides, gentlemen." ”

After a few seconds of hesitation, they turned against each other and sided with Fisk.

Vladimir was dumbfounded: "What? How is this? ”

"You made a fatal mistake, Vladimir." Fisk stepped forward, and the emperor-like aura forced the Russians to involuntarily take a step back. "You think you're strong enough to have the capital to be on my side, but the truth is, you don't ∫ see you as an ally, it's because we were brothers and we helped each other." But you trampled on my friendship and also greedily tried to ask for more. ”

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"So that's when you're going to pay for it."

"No!"

Vladimir snorted, his right arm slammed out, silver flashed in his hand, and a dagger stabbed Jin in the round belly.

He was clearly stabbed, but there was a strong resistance from the knife, perhaps a layer of body armor, which prevented him from advancing even the tip of the knife.

Vladimir was secretly taken aback, and he realized in his heart that something was wrong, and as the patriarch who had created the current criminal empire with Fisk in his early years, he knew too well what a dangerous person Kim was. This missed blow had basically sentenced him to death for most of his life, and he would not have another chance.

But he still didn't give up, he turned around, and the tip of the knife dragged a silver locust towards Jin He's throat, but was pinched by Jin He's big fan-like wrist. Fisk's grip was so strong that he spit out the palm of his hand, and immediately crushed the wrist bone of the Russian's knife-wielding arm.

Vladimir snorted, and the dagger fell limply to the ground. Fisk still didn't let go, he grabbed the Russian arm and threw him to the ground, so hard that his bones seemed to be cracked, and he didn't have the strength to fight back.

Kim pressed the Russian to the ground with a press of his left palm, and raised his right fist high. He said viciously: "It looks like you have forgotten something, Vladimir. So in order to prevent others from forgetting, I have to use you as a teaching material to remind everyone.

Yes, I do have my own rules for getting my hands dirty. So here's the thing, I only get my hands dirty when I really, really, really want to get my hands dirty. ”

Fisk is still a mortal, but his arm strength is already strong to the point of being inhuman. He knocked Vladimir to death with his first punch, and he only hung in the middle of the summer. If this continues, only three punches will undoubtedly blow the Russians to the point of bursting their brains and splattering blood on the spot.

The white spider silk suddenly wrapped around Kim's raised fist, and Gwen flew in, slicing in like lightning before anyone could react, flying up and kicking Kim's jaw, kicking him staggering away.

"I hope I didn't disturb Yaxing who you guys hammered someone's head," Gwen half-crouched in front of the dying Russian, "but we don't want to make the scene too ugly and stain your beautiful suit, right?" I bet it won't be easy to buy another dress in your size. ”

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