Kim He, whose real name is Wilson Fisk, was born into a family of underworld people, and once killed his wife with his own hands in order to make himself without weakness and carelessness, and then used his natural evil mind to slaughter other gangs, and finally firmly controlled the entire American gang.

His black empire gradually became a reality from a dream, and he later called himself "Jinhe", becoming the most talked-about dark emperor of the gang.

There are many superheroes who oppose him, among them are the dark hero, the punisher who never shy away from killing, Daredevil; There's also a good neighbor to New Yorkers, Spider-Man. But the activities of these superheroes only make him feel irritated and helpless, but they can't make his dark empire break his bones.

King's path to becoming America's greatest black emperor has never been easy, and to do so, his enemies are all over the world. But to this day, he is still alive and well, even better than most people in this world.

It's easy to kill Kim, but after Kim's death, who will maintain the Black Empire he created? Even if the top level of the United States basically knows his identity and even knows where he is, as long as he does not have problems, no one will choose to take the initiative to shoot at him.

……

When Wang Dali and the three of them came to Jin He, he had just taken off his Italian handmade suit.

Holding the multi-functional scepter in his hand, Jin was surrounded by three people and smiled. He wears only a white vest, revealing his super-developed and muscular muscles underneath.

"Daredevil?"

"Jin Jun!"

Shaking the guide stick in his hand, Matt clenched the short stick in his hand and was about to step forward. For this black emperor of America, he wanted to kill for a long time.

However, Wang Dali's words made him stagnate and stop suddenly.

"He's not Kim He."

"What?!"

"Are you kidding?"

Erica, who was also about to rush over, frowned and turned her head to look at Wang Dali.

"Heh, I'm not Jinji, are you?"

As he spoke, the tall and strong black man strode forward, raised the scepter in his hand and swung it down at Wang Dali's head with all his might. There was some imperceptible anxiety in his expression, as if he wanted Wang Dali to shut up quickly.

But his attack was easily blocked by Wang Dali with a hand stretched out.

Grabbing the multifunctional scepter in one hand and pointing to the strong black man in front of him who was a head taller than him, Wang Dali said to Matt and Erica.

"The reason is simple, because Kim is white."

"How do you know?"

Although she asked this, looking at the look on the face of the black man in front of him, who was extremely frightened because of the leak of the 'secret', and the expression of 'going to die', and couldn't even express his anger, Erica already believed it in her heart.

"Personal channels, please refrain from inquiring."

"Ahem!"

Shaking his finger at Erica, Wang vigorously kicked the 'golden union' in the stomach. The other party banged into a nearly meter-long depression in the wall, and fell to his knees and bowed his head and spat out a large mouthful of blood.

"Ahhhhh

This 'Jin He' didn't give up at first, shouting and raising his fist to rush towards Wang Dali again. Wang Dali kicked impatiently again, and this time directly engraved most of the black man's figure on the wall, and it took a while for the other party to fall.

"And, if he's really Kim, someone would have called me by now."

As he spoke, Wang Dali looked back at the sky, looking at the clouds through a distance of thousands of meters, and one of the hundreds of cameras mounted on the U.S. military satellite in outer space in Earth orbit.

In front of the surveillance screen connected to the camera, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who was urgently summoned and was eating a burger with Coke almost choked to death from fright.

Turning his back to the black man who had fallen to the ground like dead ashes, and was about to turn into a white man, he turned the scepter in his hand, recalling the plot materials he had seen in his previous life.

"Eleven, twelve, or thirteen? Blown up, poisoned, sniped, plane crashed. Jin Ji's stand-in has died too much, and I don't even bother to remember the number. ”

As he spoke, Wang Dali suddenly turned around again and pointed at the black man Jin with his scepter.

"It's a guy like him, who knows at a glance that it's a gold stand-in, but he has lived for many years."

"So what's going to happen to this guy? Just leave it here? ”

Holding the triangular fork that was still stained with the blood of the bull's eye, Erica looked at the black man with a cold look in her eyes.

"Even though this guy fakes gold is a secret that many people know, it's still a secret. If the secret is exposed, he will go to prison, and maybe he will be unhappy because he missed an egg for breakfast, and he will be so depressed that he will 'commit suicide' inside. ”

As Wang Dali spoke, the body of the black man who was still conscious trembled more and more.

"But soon you'll find out that the Black Empire of the Golden Empire is running as usual, as if nothing had happened."

While explaining to Matt and Erica, Wang Dali silently cut off the diamonds set in the scepter in his hand one by one. Although the identity of the black man is fake, the diamonds on the scepters are real.

Soon, the shrill siren sounded in the ears of several people. Kim, a black man on his knees, was staring blankly, apparently anticipating and acquiescing to his end.

Seeing this, the three of them did not continue to stay. With a crunching sound, Wang Dali crumpled the scepter in his hand into a ball and placed it casually on the desk here.

……

"What's next, Matt, what are you going to do?"

Coming to the church where Matt frequented, Wang Dali leaned on the back of the wooden chaise longue and asked him with concern.

"Will you continue to fight the Black Empire of Jinji, or will you give up your identity as Daredevil and concentrate on being a lawyer?"

Without much hesitation, Matt smiled lightly.

"Hell's Kitchen is my hometown, and I'm going to protect it in the shadows as Daredevil. Until one day, violence and sin disappear from here. ”

"So, do you suggest one more person to protect it?"

Standing next to Matt, Erica was almost in Matt's arms, raised her head and asked him seductively.

"Glad to be!"

Their heads slowly approached and soon kissed together. During the period when the two were unscrupulous and spread dog food, Wang Dali left like the wind and returned like the wind.

Releasing Erica from his arms, Matt sniffed his nose, a mixture of cream and fruit entering his nostrils and turning his head.

Although he opened his hand and took it without telling him, he also left some money for the cream fruit cake, Wang Dali smiled sincerely and blessed Matt.

"It's a little late, but it's not over today, is it? Happy birthday, Matt. ”