Faced with the double attack of gold and bullseye, Sean's muscles tensed, and his transformed strong body surged with inhuman power, and time seemed to slow down at this moment, and he strode forward violently, undaunted by the heavy cane that slashed fiercely, and the sizzling blazing white lightning.

The whole person was like a sharp arrow off the string, slamming into the sturdy body of the underworld emperor like a hill.

Click!

A clear cracking sound sounded in the shattered room, and the imposing Jin He's eyes widened, with an incredibly shocked look on his face, and his huge body flew up in the air, like a mammoth that had been knocked away, and with a loud bang, it fell heavily to the floor.

The blazing electricity from the cane struck Sean like a long whip, making a crackling sound, but it didn't make him convulse and paralyze him to the ground.

The tiny current is like a stream of water being absorbed by a sponge, swallowed up by the hungry cells in Sean's body, and the strong body transformed by the mysterious potion can even absorb and utilize the energy of the stellar light, not to mention that this is just a high-voltage current that is a threat to ordinary people!

"Are you going to make only these gadgets?" Sean turned his head to look at the bullseye, holding the glittering flying knife in his hand.

As the bullseye of Jin He's henchmen, he was speechless for a while, he looked at the underworld emperor who fell to the ground in a daze, and suddenly a chill suddenly appeared in his heart, like the shadow of death hanging over his head.

"Your boss isn't dead yet, but it's coming soon." Sean smiled slightly, "Are you going to accompany him, Mr. Bullseye?" ”

Before the bullseye could open his mouth to answer, a swift cold light swept through the air, and the cruel killer whose hands were stained with blood did not know how much blood, stared blankly, and an indescribable cold feeling hit his heart, and he slowly fell, with a sharp flying knife inserted in the target pattern on his forehead.

Solving the cold-blooded killer of the bullseye, Sean walked to Jin Ji's side, condescendingly looking down at the ruler of the New York underworld, the underworld emperor's chest had collapsed, as if he had been hit head-on by a train, his sternum was completely shattered, a large amount of blood foamed from his mouth and nose involuntarily, and his breathing became rapid and weak, it was foreseeable that it would not be long before this terrifying boss who terrified the New York underworld would come to the end of his life.

"Mr. Wilson-Fisk, please sign for this one-way ticket from Hell." Sean looked at the struggling underworld emperor with a cold look in his eyes.

Kim tried his best to reach out and grab Sean's trouser legs, his eyes were full of unwillingness, he couldn't imagine that he and Bullseye would suffer defeat at the hands of a young big boy, those vicious villains, murderous thugs, had once knelt at his feet, humbly offering loyalty and dignity.

He went from a small gang leader in Hell's Kitchen, to a fierce and ruthless man, and finally became the ruler of the New York underworld.

Relying on the illegal business of Hell's Kitchen, Kim has accumulated a lot of money and capital, established a powerful underworld syndicate, and then packaged himself as a successful real estate businessman, entered the upper class, and even talked and laughed with the mayor and the police chief, who would have thought that this bald fat man with a sincere and enthusiastic appearance, his real identity would be a gangster with a terrifying reputation.

But all of this is now a dream bubble, feeling the passage of his life bit by bit, the vision of the underworld emperor gradually blurred, his eyes lost focus, this young boy is like a terrible demon who suddenly broke out, single-handedly ending all his dreams and grand career.

"Ho Ho ......"

Seeing that Kim still wanted to say something, Sean's face was calm, and ending a fresh life with his own hands was no longer an unacceptable thing for him, this world was not beautiful, just like Hell's Kitchen full of chaos and sin, cold and cruel.

"We don't know each other, and you haven't offended me, but I'm sorry, Mr. Wilson-Fisk, I have to stand on a higher level, and someone will have to be sacrificed to achieve this." Sean casually kicked away the Underworld Emperor who was pinching his trouser legs, "It's like you need to kick off the stumbling blocks in front of you in order to become a gangster from a gangster, and you never care about the innocent souls you put in a sack and threw into the Hudson River." ”

Jin Ji's breath became weaker and weaker, and he listened to the young boy's words, but his heart was relieved, he had always called himself a hunter, but he did not expect that there would be a day when he would become a prey in the eyes of others.

At the end of his life, the memories buried in his heart became vivid, his grumpy father beat his mother in the kitchen, he raised the hammer in his hand tremblingly at a young age, and a large amount of blood came into view, and the demon in his heart woke up...... He dropped out of school to join the gang and began peddling marijuana pills on the streets and participating in gang fights...... Kill a small boss who opposes him with his own hands, and then successfully become a gang boss......

The memory picture is like a slideshow, flashing in front of me one by one, and finally stops on a beautiful back with a slender figure, it is a woman named Vanessa, who runs a well-known gallery, elegant and generous, and has always been indifferent to the emotional Jin Ji, a rare heartbeat.

What a pity......

With nostalgia for this world in his eyes, Jin Ji exhaled his last breath with difficulty, and the boundless darkness engulfed everything, and the Hell's Kitchen Underworld Emperor, the ruler of the New York underworld, died.

The cold night breeze blew in through the cracked floor-to-ceiling windows, and Sean looked out the window at the bustling night scene, a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"You have three minutes to leave." Little Lori's voice came from the communicator.

Sean glanced at the cold corpse lying on the ground, and then dialed a phone call.

…………

The wealthy area of Hell's Kitchen, inside a duplex apartment.

James Wesley is a little restless, with a phone in his hand and mixed emotions in his eyes, and as King's trusted personal assistant, he has an extraordinary status and power in Hell's Kitchen.

The sane and calm Wesley knew that everyone's respect and fear for him stemmed from the terrifying underworld emperor, who was only the executor and spokesman of Kim's personal will.

"Do you want to tell Mr. Fisk?"

Wesley turned his phone, how was he going to explain it to the boss? Say that a madman broke into his house last night and made a big deal about killing the Hell's Kitchen Underworld Emperor?!

Sighing softly, Wesley put down his phone, he didn't know what he was expecting in his heart, could it be worth believing the words of a madman?

Mr. Fisk has used years of terrifying fame to prove his unassailable position in Hell's Kitchen, even the last time the Japan Hand dispatched multiple elite ninjas, they ended up losing their troops and returning home.

How can that guy of unknown origin dare to say that he can kill the underworld emperor and his right-hand man bullseye?!

Wesley laughed to himself, was he really blinded by ambition? Would believe the babbling of a madman.

Buzz!

The mobile phone on the table vibrated suddenly, Wesley subconsciously picked it up quickly, found that it was an unfamiliar number, hesitated to connect, and a familiar voice came from the other side.

"Hello, Mr. Wesley, you should remember me, after all, we had a friendly conversation last night."

Wesley felt like he had been struck by lightning, his heart was stirring, his body trembling slightly, and deep down he seemed to vaguely look forward to hearing something, which was an expectation and longing that he would not normally dare to think of.

"Tomorrow, you'll be the new Emperor of Hell's Kitchen, are you ready, Mr. Wesley?"

The voice spoke lightly, as if stating something insignificant.