New York, Brooklyn, Seaport Area.

A single-family luxury apartment complex.

A blonde beauty in simple suspender pajamas, threw herself into the soft and expensive Searipple mattress, and slept soundly, and after a few moments, she woke up suddenly, sat up at once, shook her head from side to side, and then got up and got out of bed.

"Am I late? Thirty minutes? ”

The blonde beauty began to talk to herself.

"Impossible, right? Well, if you're late, you'll be late. ”

The woman walked barefoot to the bathroom and began to shower.

During this time, she has been talking to herself.

Walked out of the bathroom and wiped his semi-wet hair.

Come to the walk-in closet and start shopping.

"Which outfit do you think I'm going to wear today?"

"No, this color is too flashy."

"It's too complicated, it's not simple enough."

The woman finally chose a hip-hugging tight knitted dress with a V-neck zipper on the chest, outlining her bumpy and slender figure, and slightly revealing a little full breast muscle on her chest by the way. The dark red color, which is difficult for ordinary women to control, complements her just right, pure lust, and sexy.

"How's this one?"

The woman spun around in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

Not a single person in the entire mansion responded to her.

The woman is always talking to herself, as if she is in a conversation with some being. If someone sees this picture, they can't help but shudder. Could this tall and beautiful beauty suffer from some kind of mental illness?

The woman stood in front of the dresser in the bathroom.

Her face was reflected in the mirror.

Delicate three-dimensional and slightly sharp facial features, deep eyes, high nose bridge, V-shaped pointed chin, gray-green eyes, and a dirty golden shawl hair after simple highlights hang down casually. The woman rested her hands on the edge of the basin and stared at herself in the mirror, shockingly......

Her face gradually changed.

Purple gelatinous substance slowly poured out of her nostrils and ears, gradually covering half of her face, and then turning into an angular purple face with silver streaks around her cheeks. The white and cold eyes, the large mouth slowly grinned to the base of the ear, revealing a row of teeth as neat and sharp as a blade, and a long, barbed-like sharp tongue sticking out and curling flexibly.

"Am I good-looking, Green Soul?"

The woman asked in the mirror.

Half pretty face, half scary grimace.

It's like a scene from a horror movie.

However, in the next second, the purple substance suddenly returned to her skin, and it returned to its original state.

The woman straightened up, chuckled, turned and walked into the innermost part of the cloakroom, cocking her fingers and pressing lightly against the wall.

Fingerprint recognition flashes.

The walls cracked to reveal the inner mezzanine.

Inside is a dark red high-necked cape.

The woman pulled the cloak and rolled it up on her shoulder, the red cloak strap was automatically fastened and buttoned automatically, and then the woman lifted the edge of the cloak to wrap her body, only to hear a "bang", the cloak quickly shook and shrank, and disappeared into the cloakroom along with the woman in the cloak.

……

New York, Fix Building.

"Whoa!"

The cloak is on display again.

The woman appeared out of thin air inside the building and strode forward, her face obscured by a red mask, like any superhero or supervillain.

The woman pushed open a door.

Inside is a conference room.

On one side of the long table of the conference, there were already sittingly gangsters in suits and looking brutal and vicious, led by a bald white man in a white blazer.

The man was extremely fat and resembled a bull, with a large head, a thick neck, a fleshy face, a gloomy gaze, and a diamond cane in his broad palm.

Wilson Fisk.

Or as it is called, Jin Min.

The king of the underworld in New York.

A group of gangsters rolled their eyes in unison, followed the woman straight to the other end of the long table, and then Shi Shiran sat down and crossed Erlang's legs.

And beside her and behind her, there was also a group of muscular men, all dressed in different costumes and wearing masks, with a fierce aura lingering all over their bodies, and they looked also very difficult to mess with.

"Crimson Cloak, you're late."

Jin He said coldly.

Fingers as thick as turnips tapped on the tabletop.

By the way, the Patek Philippe on the wrist is exposed.

"Oh, really?"

The woman in red spread her palms:

"But my father told me that being late is a woman's natural privilege, so why can't she wait for this little meeting?"

"Hmph."

Jin He snorted coldly, but he didn't dwell on the matter anymore, but changed the topic and said:

"The person you want, I've found it. As we agreed, your men must quit Hell's Kitchen in New York and give us all the business there. ”

"You found it?"

The woman in red asked in surprise.

I thought it shouldn't be, the old lady has been looking for so many years and hasn't found the slightest clue about him, but you found it first? Is the dead fat man so wide-ranging?

Jin nodded slowly.

"You're not fooling me, are you?"

The woman in red narrowed her eyes and said suspiciously.

Jin He hooked the corners of his mouth and showed a smug look on his face, and he didn't explain anything, just clapped his hands lightly:

"Bring someone in."

Two gang members walked in with a short, thin man in a plaid shirt and jeans, plain clothes and a cloth bag over his head.

The woman in the red mask looked the man up and down, and couldn't help frowning, thinking that his body shape wasn't like this, did this guy make a mistake?

Two gang members kicked the man behind his knee, and the man fell to his knees with a "poof", and then the cloth bag on his head was removed, revealing an Asian face.

The woman in red was even more dissatisfied. I miss you, fucking ...... Who is this, is it in the eyes of your demented fat pig, that all Asians look the same?

Before she could get angry.

Kim also picked the man's chin with the end of his cane:

"Say, say everything you know."

"I said, I said...... What should I say? ”

The man asked blankly, with a sad face.

Kim was almost about to pick up his cane and whip him:

"All things about that person!"

"Ahh

The man hurriedly bowed his head and begged for mercy.

"His name is Aoyama, or Aoyama Khan, and the latter title seems to be his title in the Warhammer 40K universe. He's powerful, notoriously powerful, and he's daring to single-handedly take on the perfect human ...... Well, you probably don't know what a perfect human being is, anyway, it's a large community in the reincarnation world, you know the reincarnation world, right? It is...... In addition to being powerful, his biggest tag is to keep his promises, and according to every player he has dealt with, Aoyama is very trustworthy, and as long as you are willing to surrender and pay the ransom, he will not kill you...... That's all I know. ”

The man cautiously raised his head and spoke.

The world of reincarnation? Gamer? Societies?

The woman in red frowned slowly.

Is that where he is?

No wonder, no wonder he couldn't be found......

"We are reincarnators, I mean, he is also reincarnated. We can travel to different universes, including yours in this Marvel Comics universe, I ......."

The man continued to stammer.

The whole meeting was silent.

"Are you satisfied with this answer?"

Jin Ji smiled and asked:

"Miss Crimson Cloak?"

The woman in red was silent.

After a moment, she spoke:

"Thank you for your important information, Mr. Konkai. Sincere thanks, it helped me a lot. ”

"So, Hell's Kitchen?"

Kim asked, raising an eyebrow.

The woman hung her head.

The corners of his mouth slowly hooked up a smile:

"He talks about credit, but I don't talk about credit......"

Jin He's face suddenly sank:

"You mean to ......"

"Hehehehehe......"

The woman raised her head and smiled and said:

"I want Hell's Kitchen, and I want this mansion too."

"Do it!"

The woman turned over, jumped onto the long table of the conference, and rushed directly towards the opposite Jinhe.

"Fire! Fire! ”

Kim hurriedly yelled. The surrounding subordinates hurriedly raised their guns to shoot, and the whole room was full of bullets for a while.

The woman in red was not afraid at all, but she grabbed the corner of the cloak and turned around, the bullets hit the red cloak like a mud cow entering the sea and lost its kinetic energy and fell to the ground, the cloak wrapped the woman quickly folded and collapsed and disappeared, and then her figure reappeared behind the Jin and the gang.

"She's behind her back...... Poof! ”

The woman's fighting skills are superb and powerful, and she can kick several gangsters down and kick them away with three punches and two kicks. Her subordinates are also supervillains, and they have performed all kinds of housekeeping tricks, and soon defeated Kim and his men one after another, even if the little brother is pouring in from outside.

"Boom-"

The walls crumbled and exploded.

The two-meter-tall unicorn man smashed through the reinforced concrete wall and rushed into the room, his burly skin covered with some kind of gray polymeric substance, and his sword and gun were invulnerable, and a few strokes of rampage caused the Kim gang to collapse instantly.

"Run, cover the boss's departure!"

Several loyal men hurriedly shouted.

However, the Crimson Cloak still pursued it.

Jin He seems to be tall and fat, but in fact he is also extraordinary, a supervillain tried to fight him hand-to-hand, but he was actually thrown out by him after a waist hugging and throwing, directly breaking through the floor-to-ceiling glass and screaming and falling outside the building.

Seeing that Jin He was about to escape into the secret passage, the woman in red no longer kept her back hand in her heart, and her body was quickly covered with a layer of purple unknown substance, but she did not become a muscle troll, and her figure was still bumpy and sexy.

Then one of her arms twitched and convered, and in an instant, it turned into a silver mechanical spear, and fired at the back of the Jin and the gang.

"Dada-da-da!"

The muzzle of the gun spits out tongues of fire, and the power of the explosive bullet is amazing. In an instant, a row of human shields was shattered and blood frothy froth, and all the bodyguards were reduced to broken bones.

……

Jin is lying on his back like a mountain of meat.

The thick and sticky plasma on the ground dyed his haute couture white suit red, and his colorful green fat colon flowed out of his stomach. He tried to turn his head, trying with all his might to see the real face of the visitor, but all he could see was a pair of slender legs in high-top leather boots.

Slowly walked towards himself.

"You, you...... Who the hell is it? ”

Kim asked vaguely.

"You want to know who I really am?"

The woman in red slowly squatted down:

"It's okay, I'll let you be a ghost."

The woman said as she lifted her hood and mask.

"Justin Hammer!"

Kim's eyes widened in disbelief:

"You're Old Hammer's daughter......"

Kim and cut off his breath with the shock of dying days.

At this point, the emperor of the New York underground gang has completely fallen.

…………