In the elevator leading to the top floor of the United Construction Company, Wilson Fisk was walking towards the top with his gold secretary.

"Sir, how are they talking?" Wesley said respectfully as he walked up to Fisk's side.

"What else? Apparently carried away by the fact that he had so many broken ninjas. Fisk also said disdainfully about his secretary's questioning.

"This world is no longer the world of the bullshit ninjas. This world is the world of people, the world of weapons. Fisk looked at its slowly rising floor signs, only to speak to his secretary with some seriousness.

"Understood." Wesley sensed that his boss didn't plan to continue, so he shut his mouth in time.

"Has the black-masked man who has been following us last found his identity?" Fisk also directly changed the topic of conversation between them, and instead asked the guy who had been ruining their business before.

"No, we're already looking for him, and Bullseye is looking for him." Wesley was also a little embarrassed to speak, for them to not be able to find a person in the entire Hell's Kitchen who was always against them.

But Fisk didn't, because he blamed his secretary for this incident, after all, that guy was indeed a little hard to find, and judging from the routes they collected, that guy should have practiced some special kung fu, just like those ninjas who had hands and skills.

"Ding~"

When the elevator reached the top floor, the moment the elevator doors opened, Fisk's brow was already furrowed, and he could feel a breeze blowing on his face.

And before I left, none of the windows in this office were open.

So where does this wind come from?

The office that was originally dark was also lit up at this moment, and a figure was sitting in Fisk's place, with his back to them.

On the other side were shattered windows, and shards of glass reflected the light like diamonds scattered on the ground.

Wesley also hurriedly stood in front of Fisk, in case someone was secretly preparing to kill Fisk, but he was ruthlessly pushed to the other side for Fisk.

"Your size can't stop others from wanting to blow my head." Fisk said such a sentence to Wesley mercilessly, after all, according to his size, Wesley in front of the tall and burly Fisk really had no way to block any damage for his boss.

Wesley didn't think there was anything wrong with it, could he say that he didn't know he couldn't stop Fisk? He knew, but now he had to make this kind of action.

This is his duty as Fisk's secretary.

"Can I ask for something?" Fisk, quite politely, walked over to the other side and sat down, asking such a question.

At this time, the talent sitting in Fisk's position slowly turned his chair and turned his face to Fisk.

Seeing that extremely familiar face, Fisk didn't dare to confirm for a moment whether he had recognized the wrong person?

Because he had already seen this face once half an hour ago.

Carla Hammer, the chairman of Hammer Industries, who received his invitation, came to the banquet.

Fisk didn't even need Carla to open his mouth at this time to know why this person would come to him.

"As I said before, I hope our next meeting will not be so unpleasant, and now it's the next time we meet." Kara looked at the tall, burly, bald man and said with a smile on her face.

"I'm sorry Miss Hammer, but because of the partnership, I've had to take care of their requests sometimes, and I'm really sorry if any inconvenience has been caused." Fisk spoke to Kara in a sincere tone, explaining his reasons for doing so.

"Then you can choose not to cooperate with them, because they are dead now and can't die anymore." Kara also stood up directly from her seat as she spoke, and the pitch-black battle suit and the extremely eye-catching cloak made Fisk frown for a while.

Fisk doesn't know which one Kara is really playing, and Superman is cosplaying Superman on the big night? Or is Kara wearing the latest combat outfit from their company?

But according to Fisk's understanding, neither Mrs. Gao nor Shin Yoshioka are so easy to be killed directly. Not to mention themselves, although Fisk still knows little about those two guys, he can also feel some sense of threat from them, which is enough to prove that their two guys have extraordinary strength.

What's more, there have always been ninjas around them, and those ninjas can really be said to have come and gone without a trace, and they are definitely good at assassination and espionage.

How can it be said that death is death?

And Karako, who was sitting there now, didn't give him any sense of threat, not even a pistol, which might have brought him a heavier sense of threat.

Unless Kara really relied on the suit on his body to kill those two people directly.

"Miss Hammer is really good at laughing," Fisk assumed Kara was joking, "and if they were dead, I wouldn't have gone unheard." ”

"Do you mean the liaison you have with them?" Kara's fluttering words had already stunned Fisk now.

He did have his own liaison at Lady Gao's hand and club, but why would Kara know about such a thing?

"I'm sorry that in the process of exterminating them, I accidentally affected him, if you send your little brother over to see it now, you should be able to see his wreckage." Kara propped up her face and said to Fisk quite seriously, but quickly shook her head again, "No, what you saw in the past should be the police or the FBI, or some other department. ”

When Carla said that he had killed Mrs. Gao, Wesley had already contacted his own people to find out if it was true.

At this time, he also returned to Fisk's side, lowered his head and whispered to Fisko's ear: "Sir, Mrs. Gao's territory has indeed been surrounded by the police, and many blind, deaf and dumb drug workers have been brought out of it. It is said that the police did not meet any resistance when they entered, and that all the people who could resist inside were turned into corpses, and some of them had even been reduced to pieces. ”

Hearing his secretary's words, Fisk's eyes also became solemn, and at this moment he had to take the woman in front of him seriously in the real sense.

Obviously, it had only been more than half an hour since they met, and now Mrs. Gao's territory had completely fallen. And it should be regarded as a state of being completely crushed and tortured.

As for whether it was a team or a single person, no one can be sure of this kind of thing now, and even Fisk is a little jealous.

If it's a team of people doing this kind of thing, then Fisk only needs to worry about this elusive team. But if this kind of thing is done by one person, then there is no need to say more about the danger of Kara who is sitting in front of him now.

"The response is very fast. If you weren't Fisk's secretary, I'd think you'd be a good fit to help my brother. Carla looked at Wesley, who had retreated to the back, with some appreciation, "It's just that I suspect that with my brother's IQ, he will probably be played to death by you." ”

Wesley just smiled and didn't say anything.

Now they have no way to determine whether Kara's intentions are good or bad, and the only thing they can do is to reduce their presence as much as possible. And he's already contacted Bullseye, so he guesses he's already gone to the building opposite.

Just as Wesley was thinking this, a gunfire completely tore through the superficial harmony, and a yellow bullet hit Kara's temple.

But neither Wesley nor Fisk saw anything like it was bursting open.

Even Kara was shot without even the slightest trace of movement.

This scene was not only stunned by Fisk, but even the bullseye that fired this shot was stunned, he never thought that the guy he assassinated one day would be such a monster.

He didn't believe that he had missed, after all, he had never missed, even with all kinds of strange weapons or tools. Not to mention that now I use a sniper rifle on the market, and it is absolutely impossible to miss anything.

"I'll just say it, if my brother has been played to death." Kara took a deep look at Wesley, then slowly looked to the other side.

On the roof of that tall building, there was a figure lying there steadily.

At this moment, the bullseye felt as if he was being targeted by some apex predator, and it was the kind of apex predator that came out of ancient times, and that invisible fear constantly surrounded his heart.

The next moment, under everyone's gaze, Kara, who had been standing behind the desk, had disappeared, followed by another shattered glass.

Fisk and Wesley, who was standing behind him, looked at each other, and they could both see the surprise and confusion in each other's eyes. Kim could even see a deep sense of fear in Wesley's eyes.

The next moment that followed, a figure had already been thrown in from the window, directly smashing Jin He's desk.

That figure was not too familiar to Wesley and Fisk.

It was Wesley who arranged to kill Kara's bullseye.

The huge impact force has made this top killer completely unable to stand up, and the blood in his mouth is constantly overflowing, and it is obvious that he has suffered a heavy blow. If you just look at the current condition of this killer, even a guy without any medical knowledge can be sure that this person definitely doesn't have much time to live.

And Carla also slowly floated in at this time.

At this moment, Fisk understood why, even though his office was so high, Kara was still able to enter it, still through a broken window.

The chairman of Hammer Industries, will fly.

"It's very well arranged, if I really am a normal person, I am indeed dead by now." Kara's tone was full of admiration for Wesley's way of handling it, but the eyes slowly glowed scarlet.

Before Wesley could say anything, a hot gaze pierced his skull.

There was no blood splashing, no red and white things flying, it was just that simple to leave two holes, transparent before and after.

"Anything else you'd like to say? Mr. Fisk. Kara smiled and spoke to Fisk.

And this underworld emperor who has always existed in the underground of New York is also dark-faced at this time, not to mention that his royal thug was beaten to a dying appearance in front of him, let's just say that his gold medal secretary was also directly turned into a brain-opening appearance at this moment.

At this moment, Fisk's heart was full of anger and chagrin.

He was angry that Kara had turned his two subordinates into what they were now for such a faceless way, and at the same time he was annoyed that he had invited Kara to his charity banquet even though he knew what Mrs. Gao was thinking.

But thinking about the power that Kara is showing now, why do people want to give themselves face?

But how could Wilson Fisk be a character who was sitting still, at this time he also looked at Kara, revealing a hideous expression.

Apparently the underground emperor is now going to fight Kara.

Fisk didn't say a word, but stepped forward, and the huge burly body pounced on Kara like a toppling mountain.

The fist, which was bigger than Kara's head, was also directly in Kara's face.

"Boom!"

The sound of the blow echoed through the office, but was accompanied by the slight sound of bones shattering.

Fisk's face didn't change, but the pain had made him sweat.

His fist was right in the face of Kara, and the bones in it were broken.

But he still didn't stop his movements, and continued to hit Kara's head with his injured hand, completely ignoring his own injuries.

It wasn't until this fist was completely impossible to lift and there was no way to recover from the injury that he switched to his other hand and repeated the previous action.

One punch, one punch, another punch.

Until the bones of this hand are also completely shattered and become useless......

It's just that he still doesn't give up, and is even ready to use his head to have a headbutt with Kara.

But this time, Carla kicked the underground emperor of New York City straight out.

Originally, Jin He's tall and burly body was like a meat bullet at this moment, after hitting the glass curtain wall of the office, it fell straight down.

"Boom!!"

The sound of the fall was followed by the whistles of vehicles driving in New York at night, and the screams of passers-by.

Coming to the broken window, Kara looked at the inhuman-shaped Jin Ju who had fallen, and under Kara's perspective, there was no possibility of any rescue of the unidentified object downstairs.

"Be careful when standing on a high place, it's windy." As soon as the words fell, Kara left with a loud sonic boom.

After a while, the bullseye, which had been seriously injured, also woke up at this time, and he was quite glad that he had obtained an Osborne biological reagent, otherwise the previous injury would really kill him.

"Lao Tzu is not dead! Lao Tzu is not dead!! Hahaha!! Bullseye laughed loudly, at this moment he didn't care about his injuries at all, just frantically felt the joy of his survival.

But the next moment, a voice turned his joy into complete horror.

"Didn't your mother teach you not to make loud noises at night?" A pair of scarlet eyes were staring at him outside.

"No !!"

Scarlet's hot gaze ended the life of the gold medal fighter.