When George Stacey learned of the midnight bar explosion, her worried hair was almost falling out.

It's really a wave that has not yet settled and has started again.

The assassination of Stark has not been closed yet.

Another bombing occurred in New York.

It was still when the thunderstorm ended and people were in panic.

George felt that he had no fate with the director.

He sat in the office and made a cup of coffee for himself, looking at the sky outside melancholy.

Due to the series of problems caused by the thunderstorm, all the personnel were emptied. The streets were filled with nypd people maintaining public order.

Maintain public order in wealthy and middle-class areas.

As for some slums and specific areas, let them fend for themselves.

Before dawn, George didn't want his good subordinates to be reimbursed in the ground where the villains were everywhere.

Yes, George Stacey is talking about a lawless place like Hell's Kitchen.

There are villains everywhere and gangs everywhere, which is a well-known chaotic area.

But this time, Deputy Director George Stacey guessed wrongly.

He thought that the extremely chaotic area was the quietest and safest area.

Because there are people here to suppress everything.

In a high-end sports car, a pair of eyes stared at the street ruthlessly.

Blood was everywhere on the street.

A group of professionals were washing the floor. They washed the blood on the floor with chemical reagents and carried the dead gang members into the car and prepared to throw them into the Hudson River.

A man wearing a black suit, white gloves and meticulously combed his hair, and his subordinates are maintaining public order.

He walked back and forth, his steps were like the knocking of hell.

The gang members were silent when they heard these voices.

Those gang members who were originally unruly and wanted to make a fortune in New York's chaos are now squatting on the ground honestly.

They were all innocent and lay in the cold garage and turned into cold corpses.

Just now, Mr. Weasley brought a group of strong men, holding weapons, to "clean up" all disobedient people.

The remaining gang members all threw away their weapons and hugged their heads with their back hands.

They dare not develop a desire to resist.

Because they knew Mr. Weasley.

So they know who is sitting in the car behind Mr. Weasley.

They carefully observed the car, wanting to know what their fate was.

Was it dealt with, or was it lucky or?

Mr. Weasley is just a tool for doing things, and he can't make a decision here.

The one who can really determine their life and death is the person in that car.

Jinbing.

The emperor of the underground world in New York is the only underground overlord.

These people actually had a little bit of doubt in their hearts, that is, why did Jin Bing suddenly change his methods?

In the past, Jin and managed it here, the method used was very relaxed.

He is not that strict.

His management of New York gangs is equivalent to a tax-covering system.

He delegated his power to various gangs. As long as he could give him enough benefits, he would not manage the details of these gangs in detail.

This was originally agreed upon, but something went wrong tonight.

Jin Geng strongly levied all the gangs here tonight.

Obedient people live, those who want to resist die!

Hell's Kitchen is the last site he planned this time.

After doing all this, Jin Bing’s plan is ready to start.

Listening to the shackles outside, Jin Bing sat in the wide back seat, closed his eyes and rested.

This luxury car was made by him. He was smoking a cigar in the back seat, but his eyes had turned into scarlet color.

Fortunately, he closed his eyes and no one could see the color of his eyes.

He drank the potion and inherited the power of hell. Except for himself, only the Angel Manny knew about it.

Angel Manny was "silenced" by someone, and only one person knew Jin Bing's secret.

Sitting in the back seat, Jin slowly took out a small bottle.

Inside this small bottle is the so-called fountain of immortality.

He shook the Bu Laoquan gently and heard the sound inside.

"Does the pathetic bug, want to gain the power of immortality?

Then come to us.

Green bells, silver wheels and red cans, find us, we give you immortal power…”

This is an extremely bewitching voice.

If it were in the past, Jinbing would have been moved, but the current Jinbing is not the same as before.

He no longer knew nothing, but he only knew the orphanage Wilson climbing up step by step.

He is Jinbing.

He is the underground king of New York, and he has many geniuses in the gutters under him.

During the battle that day, he keenly discovered some news that could subvert the calm surface of the world.

He found loopholes in this world.

The fire of his ambition began to burn.

After his secretary-part-time assistant Weasley killed the old leader and supported the new agent, King knocked on his crutch and signaled Weasley to come up and drive.

"When I went to Chinatown, I met Mrs. Gao. I heard that she was going to cooperate with me to do some illegal drug business."

Hearing this plan, he felt extremely disdainful of Mrs. Gao.

A powerful master with countless dead men under his command would actually think of buying and selling illegal drugs in New York.

No wonder this world has been peaceful for so many years.

Just relying on these wastes, how can this world change?

A world that has not changed is a stagnant pool.

Only a world that can flow is a healthy world.

Jin Bing loosened his tie and looked at the flying scenery outside the window, knowing that his chance had come.

The same ability, giving a waste and giving him gold will have different results.

He was like a tiger, a tiger that was originally locked in a cage.

Even if there are teeth that bite people and majestic minions, they can only be bound and admired.

Now, his fate has been changed, and the tiger has not only been released from the cage, but also has wings.

Jin Bing was never an ambition.

Quite the opposite.

What supports Jin Bing from the orphanage to this point is his ambition!

He pounded his crutches and looked at the tall buildings outside.

He knew that one day, this city, even this country, and this planet would have a name ringing.

This name is not Jinbing.

He wouldn't be the underground emperor who can't even use his real name.

He wants to appear in this world openly, and he wants to call his name even more famous than Tony Stark.

Everyone who wants to call this here knows a name.

This name is Wilson.

Wilson Fisk!
To be continued...