Along with the blood stains on the glass, there were several fireworks-like flames.

The thick black smoke stood out in the night sky in the light of the fire.

As the de facto master of Hell's Kitchen, Wilson naturally knew where the fires were burning.

Those places are his warehouses guarded with heavy troops!

There was not only money in it, but also forbidden drug powder, which was more valuable than money, and the weapons and ammunition that he relied on for his survival.

And now it's all gone, all of them by someone who doesn't know the damn thing!

Wilson's naked hands kept squeezing hard, and the poor girl was killed by Wilson directly in a coma.

Wilson, who was extremely angry in his heart, looked at the fireworks in front of him, and his face was cloudy.

It took a long time before he took a long breath and dialed the phone number.

As Wilson's order was issued, the surviving gang members immediately began to fight back.

As his gold medal hitter, Bullseye took the lead, using his excellent ballistic calculations to slaughter the filthy ghosts from Borry Street.

He took out all his anger at not being able to find out where John was on the damned people in front of him.

Until he met the man with the scar on his face.

The scarface he had never seen before was pointing a black hole at him, and the bullseye immediately threw the baseball out of his hand.

This knee-jerk reaction sent Scar's first shot missed.

Bullseye took advantage of this opportunity and immediately threw out the sharp knife on his body.

Scar, who had long been familiar with the information about the bullseye, bowed his head and wrapped himself in soft body armor.

After a few crisp sounds along the ping-pong sound, Scar, who put down his clothes, found that he had lost the trail of the bull's-eye.

Just as he was alerting to where the bullseye had gone.

A voice came from the low roof of the house.

"Are you looking for him?"

Bang!

The sound fell on a corpse that was too dead to die, the bullseye that had just tried to occupy a high place to use its throwing ability.

Looking at the face of the bullseye that was twisted off and facing his side, Scar could clearly see the horror in the wide eyes of the bullseye.

He obviously didn't expect that his trajectory had already been predicted by a non-human machine.

The body armor that appeared on the low roof of the house was sprayed with the image of a white skull.

I have to say that this skull looks very terrible in the night.

For Scar, who has been fighting on the streets of New York for a long time, it is natural to hear about the deeds of the punisher.

Now that the Punisher will be here at this point in time, then he must be friend or foe.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that Du Wei actually had the ability to take such a strong man under his command and serve Du Wei.

You must know that the rumored punisher has a very stubborn temper.

He is not interested in money, in beauty, in everything.

All he wanted seemed to be for the guilty to deserve to die.

But it was such a person, and now he would be used by Du Wei, which was something that Scar couldn't figure out.

But thinking that this is Du Wei, it seems to make sense again.

After all, he had seen a lot of Dewey-style miracles during this time.

Scar, who had thought silently for a long time, nodded slightly to the Punisher, and then continued to push forward.

Now is not a good time to greet each other, take advantage of the other party's dizziness by the blow, but it is a good time to completely uproot the other party!

Uncle Punishment looked at the scar that walked away, and hid his figure back into the shadows.

At the prompting of the machine, the well-trained elites under Wilson were uprooted one by one by their team of strong players.

Soon, Wilson, who was dressed and silently watching Hell's Kitchen on the soles of his feet, sensed that something was wrong.

The elites under his command fell too fast.

In a short period of time, the elite squad that he had spent years training had been easily destroyed.

There is only one possibility for such a precise strike.

That is, their whereabouts are all in the hands of people!

Realizing this, Wilson immediately asked the younger brother to turn on a signal jammer large enough to cover the core area of Hell's Kitchen.

As soon as the signal jammer was turned on, according to Du Wei's instructions, all members of the Salvation Organization should stop the attack and go to the predetermined location to assemble.

Du Wei didn't want to have a bullet that didn't have long eyes and took away his precious protagonists.

They've done what they're supposed to do.

For now, this dangerous battle of attacking and defending the city and alley will be left to the people of Borry Street.

But someone silently took off the headset from his ear, and under the cover of darkness made his way through the chaotic streets and alleys, towards the most ornate building in Hell's Kitchen.

There, exactly where Wilson was.

……

Seeing that there was no voice of Uncle Punishment in the meeting place, Du Wei was not surprised by this.

Judging from the grievances between Uncle Punishment and Wilson, Uncle Punishment has no reason to let go of this good opportunity to punish Wilson with his own hands.

It's just that I don't know if the current 47 has succeeded.

Now Wilson's security forces should be the weakest in history.

Because if we don't send everyone out to stabilize the situation, Wilson will only rout faster!

Wilson's calls to official friends were all intercepted by the machine.

With this, Du Wei also found a lot of official bed bugs by the way, and these guys happened to be handed over to Sister Ka and Agent Madani to solve.

I believe that they will definitely be able to gain something in the homes of these officials.

Du Wei, who was a little distracted, quickly came back to his senses and said:

"Alright, it's none of our business today, and tomorrow Hell's Kitchen will have a new owner."

Frank, who was completely unpleasant, stood next to the vehicle he had prepared but didn't use, and said:

"A new master? Isn't it going to be the next Wilson?"

For some reason, after hearing Frank speak, Reese, who had a good relationship with him, silently leaned to the side.

According to what Finch told him, this guy likes men.

In order to prevent himself from being bent by Frank, he felt that it was better to keep a little distance from Frank.

Frank noticed Reese's small movements, and when he was a little puzzled and wanted to speak, he heard Dewey's answer.

Just interrupted what he was about to ask.

"No, if he were the next Wilson, he would be dead by now."

With Du Wei's assurance, although most of the people were not happy, they also understood that this was the best thing to do for safety.

In the end, the only people who remained here were Du Wei and two women who were unwilling to leave.

Looking at Gen Mei and Xiao with expressions of wanting to follow Du Wei to the end, Du Wei shook his head helplessly:

"There's nothing else going on here, I just want to watch the end of Hell's Kitchen's heroes.

It's really just a spectator, I promise I won't make a move."

Shaw's eyes were full of disbelief.

Letter to Dewey? Du Wei said that he would die in a month.

As a result, two months have passed, and Du Wei is still alive and kicking here, better than anyone else.

Looking at this way, Du Wei is afraid that he will be able to live longer than everyone else.

"That's all about looking, and it's not as interesting as three people looking at it alone.

Don't you know that there are always people who like to do something else while watching a movie?

We can do that too."

Hearing Xiao's words, Du Wei automatically made up the picture of Wilson in front of him with blood rushing and the electric motor on his side.

This is too heavy, and this truth is something that Du Wei can't accept.

Du Wei shook his head to remove this absurd scene from his mind, and then said with a serious face:

"No, no, no, that kind of thing only affects the speed of our thinking.

Wilson was not a simple man, and the price he paid for his carelessness was his life."

Seeing that Du Wei's expression did not seem to be fake, Xiao said suspiciously:

"Since he's not a simple character, shouldn't you let us go with him?

We went to make sure there were no accidents."

What Shaw said was actually what Du Wei wanted to do.

He had wanted to be the one who filled in the gaps.

However, Xiao Du has already said this, and Du Wei will only miss the moment to witness Wilson's end if he continues to break it.

So Du Wei shrugged his shoulders and said:

"Alright, alright, let's go together.

But say it up front, you can't just do it because your hands are itchy.

That can disrupt the rhythm of someone else's attack.

So unless Wilson escapes from the battlefield, we're just going to have to watch, you know?"

Xiao nodded excitedly and said happily:

"Got it, let's go!"

Seeing Xiao's excited appearance, Du Wei couldn't help but move the ideal place to watch the battle farther away.

Otherwise, who knows if this violent woman will join in on a whim.

Soon, the three of them walked through the corpse-strewn alley to the only building in Hell's Kitchen where the lights were still on.

At this time, the building was silent, as if there was no one.

And the people who were supposed to be on guard here maintained a fixed posture with their backs to the three of them.

Gen Mei walked over and pushed it with some curiosity, and the person who kept the posture suddenly fell to the ground with a weak body, and he was already dead.

Gen Mei was not frightened when she saw this situation, but found the small pinhole in her neck, which seemed to be a fatal injury.

This familiar method of killing is at first glance the work of professionals.

Gen Mei asked Du Wei with some curiosity:

"In addition to Uncle Punishment, you also found someone else?"

"You've seen it, Killer 47."

Genmei raised an eyebrow, and she immediately remembered the bartender she had seen at the Rockland County Water Club bar.

Dewey's name for the mediocre bartender at the time was Killer 47.

If it weren't for Du Wei saying that this guy was dangerous, Gen Mei really didn't think that the bartender could be any threat.

The deadliest threats now often come from the most inconspicuous people in their lives.

This kind of creature that hovers on the edge of sight is best suited to be a silent assassin.

The fact that these guys are dying at the moment with no signs of fighting at all is clearly the best proof of this.

And the killer 47, who was being talked about by the two, was disguised as a security guard at this time, and broke into Wilson's office in a panic and shouted:

"Oh no, boss, they're in!"

Wilson, who had been facing the floor-to-ceiling glass window and silently watching the lights in Hell's Kitchen, which represented his power building, went out one by one, slowly turned around.

He stared straight at the panicked bodyguard and shouted:

"What's there to panic about, I'm not dead yet!

When I was a little kid, my father told me that a man should never show weakness.

Because when you show a hint of weakness, the wolves will rush over and tear you to pieces.

So straighten up for me, look like a man, pull out your gun and kill all the damned guys......

Bang!

Before Wilson could finish speaking, he looked down at the cracked bulletproof glass in front of him in some surprise.

He asked the security guard to take out a gun, but he didn't ask him to shoot himself!

If it weren't for the sheer bulletproof glass installed in this large office, the bullet fired at his forehead would have killed him!

Wilson's back, who felt the threat of death, was instantly soaked with cold sweat, and extreme anger ensued.

How dare this man... How dare you kill him?!!

"You, who are?!"

Word by word popped out of Wilson's gritted teeth, followed by a burst of murderous intent.

47 threw away the pistol in his hand with regret on his face:

"The blueprints don't say you've installed bulletproof glass.

This wave is due to a mistake in my information.

As for who I am? I'm just a nobody.

Goodbye, then, Mr. Wilson."

47 It was clear that it would take a lot of time for Wilson to come out of a room full of bulletproof glass and chase him.

So he calmly retreated into the elevator and pressed the down button.

In fact, he removed the elevator cover and climbed back to the top of the elevator next to the first floor along the cable full of lubricating oil.

Then began to wait silently.

It stands to reason that an ordinary killer will definitely evacuate if he misses a hit.

But obviously, 47 is not an ordinary killer, he is a top killer who is not recorded in the file, and the mission completion rate is also 100%!

None of the difficult targets he had set his sights on could escape his assassination.

What's more, it's not often that Wilson's security is as fragile as paper, as this time is.

And more importantly, he believed that Dewey would kill Wilson anyway, so if he failed, then Dewey would definitely have another way to kill Wilson.

If he misses this time, he will have one less achievement.

Soon he heard the sound of the elevator running again, but instead of the one under him, it was another elevator going up.

47's eyebrows are slightly furrowed, someone is coming?

……

Wilson, who was about to catch 47, also noticed the elevator that was going up.

Wilson, who had been assassinated by 47, picked up a pump-action shotgun with a blank face and fired at the elevator that didn't open.

It wasn't until the deformed elevator doors slowly opened that Wilson realized he had been deceived.

Because it's an empty car!

And what about people?

Wilson, who had just realized this, felt a violent wind coming from the back of his head.

Wilson fell to the ground after a heavy blow, and when he got up, the first thing he saw was the white skull.

It was as if death was extending an invitation to him.

Wilson stretched out the back of his hand to wipe the blood from his mouth, and said with a smile:

"Yo yo yo, it's you, Punisher.

It's a shame that you just missed the only chance you could take me out."

Uncle Punishment was silent and walked forward again, waving his fist.

He didn't want to get to know the villain in front of him so easily.

He wanted the villain in front of him to feel the malice from the world like Billy Russell before he died.

The pain was nothing compared to those who were killed by them.

But even so, he wants to make these villains feel the fear of the approaching death!

The two who had fought each other for a long time soon began to fight hand-to-hand.

Listening to the dull sound of hitting outside, 47 who was still squatting on the car was amazed.

Aside from anything else, the strength and defense of the two people who are fighting outside are the best in the world.

Unfortunately, in the face of bullets, these powerful flesh will still be torn apart.

The silent 47 will be reassembled by the "Silver Dancer" who has been disassembled into parts.

Since they are going to fight, let them have a good time.

When it was almost over, he went out to end Wilson's life.

Also waiting for the outcome between the two is the Du Wei trio who are already in the monitoring room.

When they saw Uncle Punishment appear and engage in an injury-for-injury game with Wilson, the corners of the eyes of the two girls who saw Uncle Punishment for the first time were jumping wildly.

They kind of knew why Du Wei asked Uncle Punishment for advice.

This kind of non-lethal style of play is indeed very strong, but there is a very important premise, that is, the body's ability to resist hitting is good.

But...... Although Du Wei looks thin and weak, he is indeed very durable.

In this way, it is also reasonable to ask Uncle Punishment for advice.

"Just let them fight each other like this? Shall we make a move?"

Du Wei shook his head:

"No, they can handle this."

"They?"

Genmei keenly noticed Du Wei's words.

"Yes, 47 should be there too, look here.

Cracks appear in mid-air here, indicating the presence of bulletproof glass here.

Then before Uncle Punishment appeared, 47 had already tried a wave of assassinations.

As long as Wilson hadn't died, 47 wouldn't have left here.

Since Wilson had such a hard time dealing with one person, when 47 found the opportunity to join the battlefield, Wilson was not far from death.

We just need to make sure Wilson can't get out of here."

Hearing Du Wei's explanation, Gen Mei nodded and stopped speaking, and looked at the two men with male hormones in the monitor again.

The thumping sound of that punch hitting the body heavier than a punch was really terrifying.

With Genmei and Xiao's small bodies, maybe they won't be able to stand up after a punch.

Suddenly, the elevator door on the side quietly opened a gap.

And the two in the fierce battle did not notice this small detail.

Only Gen Mei and Xiao, who were in charge of the overall situation in the monitoring room and had Du Wei's reminder, noticed the situation.

"Am I not dazzled? Did the elevator door just have a crack?"

Xiao fixed his eyes on the picture, and then said:

"No, you're not dazzled, it looks like 47 has been hiding near that elevator all along.

It looks like it's the end game now."

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