The people in the monitoring room could only see Wilson's figure appear imperceptibly.

Then the punishment uncle who seized the opportunity was a few heavy punches to Wilson's fatal place.

No matter how high Wilson trained his muscle density, he could not withstand the multiple blows to the fatal places.

Feeling dazed, he staggered back a few steps before he sat unsteadily on the ground, and looked at the crack in the closing elevator door.

There he saw a silvery muffled barrel slowly retracting into the darkness.

Wilson instantly understood that the "nobody" who had come to assassinate him had never left.

The daring killer hid in the car and prepared for a second attack.

Now that the killer finally caught the opportunity to kill the killer.

The silent bullet tore through Wilson's defenses with precision, and wreaked havoc on his liver.

Although he would not die immediately after the liver was wounded, he knew that death had reached out to him not far away.

Because the bullet caused an instantaneous cavity after entering his body, the wound in his body was much larger than the bullet hole left on the surface of his skin.

In fact, he is now in a state of rapid blood loss due to the wounds in his body.

It's just that the blood is flowing inward into the abdominal cavity, so to the outside world, he is only slightly pale.

As everyone knows, if he is not treated in time, he will definitely die.

It's a pity that Uncle Punishment won't give Wilson a chance to get treatment.

To deal with this kind of wicked person, Uncle Punishment has never been a virgin.

He wiped the blood from his cracked lips, walked up to Wilson and pulled one of his thick arms up.

Then lift your knee and smash it.

Click.

The sound of tooth-aching bone cracks rang out.

One of Wilson's arms had been snapped off by Uncle Punishment.

And Wilson, who was sitting on the ground, except for his paler face, did not exhale in pain.

He even said with a smile on his face:

"When I was a child, my father said......"

But before Wilson finished speaking, Uncle Punishment directly slammed Wilson into the air with a hook and flew backwards.

"I'm not here to listen to you.

As long as you are guilty, you deserve to die!"

Wilson, who got up from the ground again, raised his head and laughed:

"Guilty? You are not a judge, why should you judge me guilty?

Besides, if you want to talk about sin, I'm afraid that you, who have killed countless people, are the one who deserves to be judged the most.

So why don't you damn it?"

Uncle Punishment was completely unmoved in the face of Wilson's psychological offensive.

He grabbed Wilson by the hair and lifted his head up, then locked his neck with his arms and tightened it gradually.

Looking at Wilson, whose face was flushed from suffocation, Uncle Punishment leaned close to him and whispered:

"I'm dead, so who will punish you?"

Wilson, who instinctively opened his mouth wide to breathe oxygen, had no time to reply, and his consciousness was in a state of confusion, and he even had hallucinations in front of his eyes.

He saw his wife, Vanessa, who had been killed by his own hands, and his son Richard, who had been assassinated by the enemy, was standing not far away and looking at him with a smile.

They reached out to him, as if to bring him ultimate relief.

At this time, what hegemony, what high table, what twelve seats did not seem to be as tempting as the hand they stretched out towards him.

But just when he was ready to let go of it all and prepare to go with his wife and son.

The hand around his neck suddenly loosened, and the long-lost oxygen was inhaled from Wilson's unconsciously open mouth.

The faces of his wife and children, who were watching him from a short distance, showed regret, and with the blink of Wilson's eyes, these hallucinations disappeared.

"Ahem, ahem!"

A violent cough rang out, and Wilson couldn't understand why Uncle Punishment would let him go when he was about to die.

But he soon learned that Uncle Punishment didn't let him go out of good intentions, he just didn't want him to die so soon.

The relief in his eyes was not what Uncle Punishment wanted to see.

Click.

The new arm was ruthlessly broken by Uncle Punishment.

Wilson, who was in a cold sweat, still wanted to pretend to be tough and sneered at Uncle Punishment for a few words.

Then he saw Uncle Punishment's big foot stepping heavily between his legs.

This scene made Wilson's eyes suddenly widen, and before he could say the words of refusal, Uncle Punishment's foot had already stepped on.

Smack!

It was as if the sound of an egg being cracked sounded.

A pain that was a hundred times more painful than childbirth went down the nerves to Wilson's brain, which had just recovered.

The pain of this moment made Wilson can't help but howl out in pain.

What's more critical is that at this time, his hands have already been broken, and he can't even do the action of crotch protection.

Now Wilson can only try his best to curl up his body into a shrimp state.

Looking at Wilson, who finally showed an embarrassed posture, Uncle Punishment leaned down with satisfaction and said:

"Does it hurt? But this is a hundred times lighter for those who were killed by you.

For the rest of your life, savor the rest of your pain."

After saying that, Uncle Punishment raised his foot again and stepped on Wilson's two kneecaps.

But he didn't give Wilson the final finish, but opened the elevator on the side and left directly.

It was a mercy for him to end Wilson now, and a guy like Wilson who was so bad to the bone should die quietly here.

Although he didn't know who fired the crucial shot, it was clear that his liver was damaged, and Wilson, whose limbs were discarded, could not do without it.

There wouldn't be anyone alive here who could give Wilson first aid.

Wilson could only savor the fear of death as he approached in his blood.

Seeing the picture of Uncle Punishment turning around and leaving, Gen Mei in the monitoring room couldn't help frowning:

"Why didn't he do it? As long as Wilson is not dead, any accident can happen at any time."

Xiao also chimed in:

"That's right, if you don't see the target die, you're not done.

It's too inappropriate for the Punisher to do this, so let me end Wilson's life to put an end to the trouble."

Seeing that Gen Mei and Xiao were about to walk towards the door of the monitoring room, Du Wei, who was still spinning in a circle on the chair, finally spoke.

"No need, although Uncle Punishment has his own reasons for doing things.

But killers are very reliable.

So of course someone will do the finishing touches."

Killer?

Hearing these two words, Gen Mei and Xiao stopped in unison.

They won't forget that there is a low-key killer 47 who is too low-key for anyone to ignore.

Like the fatal blow that just turned the tide of the battle was delivered by 47.

So 47 hasn't gone yet?

The eyes of the two women suddenly looked back at the surveillance screen.

I didn't know when Wilson had already maintained a painful face and died.

They missed the crucial final kill.

Just when they wanted to put the surveillance upside down, the door of the monitoring room, which had already been locked, suddenly opened by itself.

And standing outside the door was a man in a bodyguard uniform, and the man's face was full of surprise.

It seems that they can't figure out why outsiders are in their internal monitoring room at this point in time.

For a while, the monitoring room was immediately filled with a tense atmosphere.

After all, when the three of them came here, they didn't see the picture of 47's first attempt to assassinate Wilson.

So they didn't know that the guy in front of them who disguised himself as a bodyguard was 47.

Only Du Wei was aware of it.

Although 47's disguise was extremely successful this time, real security guards will not freeze in place when they encounter a stranger breaking in, but will take various countermeasures.

A security guard with such poor psychological quality as the one in front of him is not worthy of working in Wilson's mansion.

This anomaly made Dewey realize that this guy was the 47 lurking in.

But Du Wei didn't say anything, he wanted to know what this guy would do when he pretended not to recognize 47.

47, who was standing in the doorway, caught a glimpse of Du Wei's calm eyes and knew that he was most likely recognized.

He simply didn't pretend, and he put away the look of surprise on his face.

Then he reached out and grabbed the skin junction at the chin and pulled it hard, and the facial features on the human face immediately distorted.

The wig-like leather hood was then removed by 47. The unusually grim face behind him was revealed.

Then he looked at the two women in the monitoring room who were ready to draw their guns in a stunned manner, and said calmly:

"Speaking of which, Wilson isn't that hard to kill."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the room immediately eased.

This sentence made both women realize that the security guard in front of them was not a real security guard, but the killer who had already infiltrated the building and went on a killing spree.47

The two of them had only seen 47's real face for the first time.

The guy with two lines of cyan tattoos on his bald head in front of him looked like the goods in the mall.

However, the combination of 47 facial features is indeed very much in line with people's imagination of cold-blooded killers.

If 47 doesn't change his face and assassinate him with just this face, I'm afraid the success rate of the mission will be hit hard.

Because such a face with a conspicuous head will be the object of key monitoring wherever it is.

Just as the two women were looking at 47, Du Wei stretched out his hand and crackled on the keyboard, and finally pressed the enter key and said:

"Alright, that's it, all surveillance has been removed.

Wilson turned on the signal shielding and it helped us a lot.

At least we don't have to worry about storing surveillance video in the cloud.

Now all that's left is physical destruction.

Shaw, play what you do best."

Seeing Du Wei pointing to the fire axe on the side, Xiao immediately laughed knowingly.

Physical destruction of servers, she's good at this.

Xiao, who picked up the fire axe, began to smash at the server next to him.

The crackling electric light was terrifying.

"Hey, Shaw, can we unplug the power before chopping it?"

Hearing this, the corners of Xiao's mouth grinned, and he directly slashed an axe on the distribution box.

After a sizzling sound of the short-circuited distribution box, the entire building was tripped in a state.

Then the red emergency lights came on, and everything was lit up like hell.

Seeing this scene, the corners of 47's eyes jumped slightly.

This woman is too violent, she only needs to pull the switch with her hand, but this woman actually chopped it with an axe.

This made 47, who pays attention to silent art, feel uncomfortable.

In his case, he had thirty-six ways to solve the matter quietly.

But the woman in front of him is obviously in two ways with him.

No matter how you look at it, it seems that the degree of freedom of this organization is indeed as Du Wei said, and each member has enough freedom.

Du Wei never dictates their style, only lets them play to their heart's content.

If you work for someone, it is obviously the most comfortable thing to meet this kind of boss, and if you add a lot of salary, it is even more exciting.

But this picture in front of him, which violates his aesthetics, 47 is really unbearable.

47, who felt itchy all over his body, could only look at Du Wei, who seemed to be strange.

"Dewey, I fulfilled my promise, now it's your turn."

Du Wei pointed to the soles of his feet:

"Is it right here? Or wait until you get back to base?"

47 glanced at Xiao, who was getting more and more excited, and listened to the sound of the server breaking in his ears, and finally sighed and said:

"I'll be waiting for you at the base."

After saying that, 47 put on the hood in his hand again, reverted to the appearance of the ordinary security guard, and walked out the door.

However, before he could walk out of the doorway, 47's footsteps suddenly stopped, and then he turned back and asked:

"How did you find out it was mine? Can't there really be a fish that slip through the net in this building?"

Du Wei smiled and replied:

"To see if a person fits the clothes on his body, not by the expression on his face, but by what he does.

How could a man who worked as a security guard under Wilson, who was known for his brutality, be stunned for so long by the scene in front of him?

In this building, the real security guards found that their companions were missing, and the first time they found out that the strange intruder was killed."

Hearing Du Wei's explanation, 47 finally understood what he had missed.

His performance is normal in any office building.

Because the security guards there are all eating and waiting to die, how many people in this world will break into the office building and slaughter in a frenzy.

Bullying an adult is obviously not as simple as bullying a child.

In a beautiful country, the probability of a school shooting is much higher than that of an office building.

So it's true that the salted fish security guards in the office building will freeze in place when they see a strange intruder, but such security guards can't get into Wilson's eyes.

Which of the security guards working here is not a street born and a fierce guy?

When you encounter a strange intruder, you will immediately pull out your gun and shoot.

But because he recognized Du Wei's relationship, he naturally didn't know how to shoot with a gun, so a flaw was invisibly exposed here.

47, who figured out the loophole, shrugged:

"Okay, next time, I'll be more perfect."

Du Wei looked at the distant back of 47 and said with a smile:

"I'm sure you can, why don't you try women's clothing next time?"

47, who heard the word women's clothing, seemed to have tripped under his feet, and then left without looking back.

And Xiao, who is destroying the server, is also coming to an end.

In any case, this is not a large computer room for artificial intelligence, it is just a small monitoring room in the building.

It doesn't take much time to destroy the server where the data is stored.

Seeing that Xiao was almost destroyed, Du Wei directly set a fire to set the place on fire.

In the end, he left the burning building with the two daughters.

Not surprisingly, Wilson's body will be consumed by the growing fire.

Since then, a legend of Hell's Kitchen has come to an end.

People from now on will only remember that today there were unexplained fires all over Hell's Kitchen.

But what they didn't know was that in the midst of this raging fire, a new king had already risen.

……

The King of Borry Street, who had traded Elijah for revenge, looked at the burning Hell's Kitchen with a look of hesitation in his eyes.

Is it really a good choice to give up all of New York in exchange for Elijah's help for full revenge?

After all, Elijah is still nominally under the command of the Bloody Hand faction, will he really rebel against the high table?

Seeing the one-sided situation in Hell's Kitchen, the King of Borry Street couldn't help but have doubts rising in his heart.

He whispered to Earl and whispered a few words to him.

Earl nodded and quickly understood, indicating that he would pass on the orders of the King of Borry Street.

The King of Borry Street narrowed his eyes, and was satisfied to see that the goal of the operation had changed from destroying the enemy's living forces to occupying enough territory for the homeless people.

He suddenly thought of a truth.

That is, he became the king of New York, and Elijah should unconditionally support him for revenge.

So, he didn't need to give up the Hell's Kitchen at all.

It's a pity that what he didn't know was that Elijah had already calculated that the king of Borry Street would definitely rebel under the temptation of the throne.

Although this guy's determination to oppose the high table is genuine, he can't help but put those low-hanging power in front of the King of Borry Street.

It can be said that the throne is the weakness of the king of Borry Street.

But the homeless people who were most loyal to the King of Borry Street were at the forefront.

At the moment, the homeless people who occupy the territory are not truly homeless.

Elijah had already bought them a house to live in for the rest of their lives, as well as a decent amount of money to live on.

These things were enough to turn them against Elijah.

So when the sun in the east first showed its morning light, Elijah greeted the king of Borry Street who was walking with a spring breeze.

"Elijah, we won!"

"Yes, King of Borry Street, we won."

"Then Hell's Kitchen is ours now!"

"That's right, Hell's Kitchen is ours."

After a simple verbal celebration, the King of Borry Street steered things in the direction he wanted.

"Where's Du Wei, where is Du Wei?

I remember that Du Wei said that whoever occupies more territory will be the future king of New York?"

Elijah smiled:

"But that's not what you said when I brought you up from the Hudson River."

The King of Borry Street waved his hand, and the disfigured face showed a distorted smile and said:

"Eh, one yard is one yard, whichever agreement comes first, which one will be implemented first.

If I'm lucky enough to have a little more territory than you, then the second King of New York will definitely be you.

That's the fulfillment of my promise."

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