"Boss, those guys are here again."

Jin Ji threw down the financial statements of the past week with a blank face, and the red color on them was shocking, which made him feel very bad.

The Fisk Group was not short of money, and the losses on the New York side could easily be made up for elsewhere, and Kim was angry not because of the losses, but because he felt slighted, and one guy after another was acting arbitrarily on his turf, as if he were eating a fat pig to be slaughtered.

But is he not a fat pig? No, he's the underground emperor of all of New York! His majesty should not be trampled on at will, no matter who he is, no matter what he is capable of, Kim swears that he will make them pay.

A hint of ferocity flashed in Jin He's eyes: "Is it the mutant miscellaneous that smashed my money bank last time and trampled the bullseye into pulp?" ”

The first to come to trouble was not the Punishment Girl and the heroes who have been making a lot of trouble recently, but a group of hyenas from the Mutant Brotherhood, a guy named Magneto, who stared at his forces and seemed to want to make something big.

Eric. Ranshell's name, King has heard of it, has carried out massacres, planned terrorist attacks, assassinated the president, and is a complete sociopathic maniac.

"Yes, blue-haired kids, and freaks who call themselves Red Tank."

The man who spoke was a bodyguard brought back from Northern Europe by Kim, proficient in eight fighting techniques, and as strong as an ox, but at this time, there was a vague fear on his face.

"Are you scared, Bag?"

Jin squinted his eyes, and his cold gaze made the bodyguard fall into an ice cellar.

"No, Boss, trust me, Bagh is not afraid of anything!"

Bagh shook his face nervously, he knew better than anyone how crazy and ruthless the man in front of him was.

Jin He slowly sat up straight, his fingertips tapping lightly on the table: "No, you should be scared, after all, it is a monster that can kill a bullseye with one punch, I understand you, no one wants to die." ”

"What?"

The bodyguard was slightly stunned, but soon, the four bodyguards, including him, turned their eyes one after another, and quickly put their fingers on the trigger on their waists.

The luxurious office was instantly silent, the bodyguards took out their guns and pointed at them, facing the office door with solemn faces, and listened carefully, two light and heavy footsteps came in through the thick door panel.

"They're breaking in."

The footsteps are not hurried, the unknown pressure holds the breath of the bodyguards, the Fisk Building is not a back garden, from the first floor to the top floor, there are at least six checkpoints, and there are no less than fifty security guards with guns, and now the question is, what about people?

"Looks like I'm just a few of you left right now."

Jin and narrowed his eyes and said to Bag, "But it doesn't matter, the brave Bag is not afraid of anything, go do something, open the door, or shoot." ”

"This ......" Bagh hesitated, his steps hesitant.

"Look, you actually lied to me, you were actually scared, right?" Jin He shook his head in disappointment, after the bullseye died, there were few people around him who could come in handy.

'Bang bang bang-'

After a burst of gunshots, Bagh fell in a pool of blood with convulsions, and Kim sighed and withdrew the gun: "I hate mutants, I hate superheroes, but in comparison, I hate garbage like you more, damn it, you get paid tens of thousands of dollars a month, but you tell me you're scared, so who will protect me?" ”

A deep chill rose in the hearts of the remaining three bodyguards.

"Alright, you guys get out of here, a bunch of useless garbage." Kim waved his hand impatiently, got up and picked up his cane, and came to the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the night view of New York.

A vicious human face was reflected in the glass, with high eyebrow bones, deep eye lines, and a palpitating coldness in his eyes.

This is Kim Na, the man who has reached the apex of the underworld, and he will stand here, all the time.

"Bang!"

There was a loud noise behind him, the door was violently broken, and after a few screams, two figures, one large and one small, walked in slowly.

Before several bodyguards could escape, they were enveloped by a mysterious energy, their feet off the ground, their faces hideous, desperately struggling with the force that they couldn't resist.

"Felix, be gentle, we're here to invite Mr. Wilson to join the Brotherhood, aren't we forcing him to understand!"

Red Tank glared at Xiao Budian beside him dissatisfiedly, breaking down doors and killing people should be his job.

"I understand, of course I understand, but I'm just a child, shouldn't it be understood to do some wayward things once in a while?"

The blue-haired boy named Felix shrugged his shoulders innocently and said, "Big man, you'll forgive me, right?" ”

'Crunch-'

The sound of bones cracking was particularly harsh in the empty room, and the limbs of the three bodyguards twisted, and the seven orifices were thrown far away with blood, and smashed heavily at Jin He's feet.

The boy provoked the underworld emperor in a cruel way, knocking on the head of the red iron helmet with a headache, he hated being a nanny, especially being a babysitter for a bear child.

Felix. Howst, 14 years old, of Irish descent and with a perverse personality, is a level 3 mutant that Magneto has spent a long time finding.

However, as the boy said, Red Tank didn't really blame him, Magneto's mission was to invite Jin and join the Brotherhood, as for what kind of way to invite, naturally how convenient and how to come.

Killing, threatening, and breaking limbs to take away if you can't do it are one of the favorite ways of communication for mutants.

Ignoring the gore at his feet, Kim turned around and asked calmly, "Eric. Ranshell, a well-known terrorist who abhors ordinary humans, but now, he has abandoned his principles and invited an ordinary person like me to join the Brotherhood, and I wonder what he wants to do. ”

Facing two mutants who were so powerful that they could even kill themselves easily, Jin Ji didn't see the slightest fear on his face, as if everything was still under his control.

"You'll have to ask for it yourself."

Cain. Marco, nicknamed Red Tank, one of the core members of the Evil Brotherhood, in most people's impressions, he is synonymous with barbarism and rage, but in fact, Red Tank, who has not entered the combat state, is very sensible and no different from ordinary people.

The massive body, which was half taller than gold, walked slowly, the red helmet and the chandelier on the top of the wall made a 'tinkling' sound.

The shadow was condescending, and Red Tank stood in front of Jin He with an interested expression and said, "Mr. Wilson, you don't seem to be scared at all?" ”

"Should I be afraid?" Kim asked rhetorically.

After speaking, Jin He suddenly laughed, his laughter was very arrogant, and he said breathlessly: "I'm sorry, I really can't help it, you two damn bastards, you don't really think that I'm waiting for you openly when I know you're going to make trouble, right?" Please, who am I? I'm a golden man. ”

"Huh? Lose your marbles? ”

Red Tank turned to look at Felix, who shrugged his shoulders, not knowing what the other was doing.

"Brotherhood, mutants, a bunch of brainless things, if you survive, say hello to Magneto for me, I'll write down this account."

Kim retracted his smile and looked blankly at the camera in the upper right corner of the office, where red dots of light flickered.