Sentinel

Chapter 25 The New Emperor
Faced with the double pincer attack of Jin Bin and Bullseye, Sean's muscles tensed all over his body, and his transformed and tyrannical body surged with inhuman strength. Time seemed to slow down at this moment. Don't be afraid of the heavy cane that strikes brazenly, and the blazing electric light that sizzles.

The whole person is like a sharp arrow that leaves the string, slamming into the strong body of the underworld emperor like a hill.

Click!

There was a clear sound of cracking in the broken and messy room, and the menacing Jin Bin stared wide-eyed, with an expression of incredible shock on his face, and his extremely strong and huge body flew into the air, like a giant mammoth that was knocked into the air. With a loud bang, he fell heavily on the floor.

The incandescent electric current spurted out by the cane struck Xiao En like a long whip, making a crackling sound, but it didn't make him twitch and fall to the ground paralyzed.

The small electric current is absorbed by the hungry cells in Xiao En's body like water flow is absorbed by a sponge. The tyrannical body transformed by the mysterious potion can even absorb and use the energy of the stars, not to mention that this is only a threat to ordinary people. high voltage current!

"Are you only able to make these gadgets?" Sean turned his head to look at Bullseye, holding the throwing knife with a cold light in his hand.

As the bullseye of Jin Bing's confidant, he was stunned for a moment and couldn't speak. He stared blankly at the underworld emperor lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. A chill suddenly appeared in his heart, as if the shadow of death enveloped him. top of the head.

"Your boss isn't dead yet, but he's about to die." Sean smiled slightly. "Are you going to accompany him, Mr. Bullseye?"

Before Bullseye could open his mouth to answer, a quick cold light flashed across the air. The brutal killer, whose hands were stained with blood, stared blankly. An indescribable cold feeling hit his heart, and he fell down slowly. There is a sharp flying knife sticking out of the gun target pattern on his forehead.

After solving Bullseye, a cold-blooded killer, Xiao En strolled to Jin Bing's side, looking down at the ruler of New York's underground world. A large amount of blood froth spewed out involuntarily from his mouth and nose, and his breathing became short and weak. It was foreseeable that before long, this terrifying boss who made the underworld in New York fearful would come to the end of his life.

"Mr. Wilson-Fisk, please sign for this one-way ticket from hell." Sean looked at the struggling underworld emperor with indifference in his eyes.

Jin tried his best to reach out and grab Sean's trousers, his eyes were full of unwillingness, he never imagined that he and Bullseye would suffer defeat at the hands of a young boy, those vicious villains, murderous thugs without batting an eye , have all knelt at their feet, humbly offering loyalty and dignity.

From a small gang leader in Hell's Kitchen, he finally climbed to the throne of the gang boss by relying on his daring and ruthlessness, and finally became the ruler of New York's underground world. How many times has he experienced life and death crises? , those Irish people entrenched in Hell's Kitchen, the fierce and powerful Russians, and the powerful Japanese Hand Association, all of these people fell on their way forward.

Relying on the illegal business in Hell's Kitchen, Kim accumulated a lot of money and capital, established a powerful underworld group, and then packaged himself as a successful real estate businessman, entered the upper class, and even chatted with the mayor and the police chief , on an equal footing, who would have thought that this bald fat man with a sincere and enthusiastic appearance would actually be a gangster with a terrifying reputation.

But all of this has now become a dream bubble. Feeling the passing of my life bit by bit, the vision of the underworld emperor gradually blurred, and his eyes lost their focus. This young boy seemed like a terrifying demon who broke in suddenly and ended him with one hand. all the dreams and grand undertakings of

"Ho ho..."

Seeing that Jin Bing wanted to say something, Sean's face was calm, and ending a living life with his own hands was no longer unacceptable to him. This world is not beautiful, just like hell full of chaos and sin. Like the kitchen, cold and cruel.

"We don't know each other, and you haven't offended me, but I'm sorry, Mr. Wilson-Fisk, I have to stand at a higher position. In order to achieve this goal, someone has to be sacrificed." Sean kicked away casually The underworld emperor pinched his trousers, "It's like you need to kick away the stumbling blocks in front of you in order to become the boss of the gangster from a young age. If you think about it, you never care. The innocent souls of the Xun River."

Jin Bing's aura became weaker and weaker. Hearing the young boy's words, he felt relieved. He had always called himself a hunter, but he never thought that he would one day become a prey in the eyes of others.

At the last moment of his life, the memories buried deep in his heart became alive. The grumpy father beat his mother in the kitchen. He tremblingly raised the hammer in his hand when he was young, and a large amount of blood came into view. From then on, the demon in his heart woke up... He dropped out of school and joined the gang, and began to sell marijuana pills in the streets and alleys, and participated in gang fights... He personally killed a small leader who was against him, and then successfully became the boss of the gang... …

The memory screen is like a slideshow, flashing in front of my eyes one by one, and finally staying on the back of a slender and beautiful woman, that is a woman named Vanessa, who runs a well-known gallery, elegant and generous, Jin Bing, who has always been indifferent to feelings, has a rare feeling of heartbeat.

it's a pity……

With nostalgia for this world in his eyes, Jin Bing exhaled his last breath with difficulty. The boundless darkness engulfed everything. The underworld emperor of Hell's Kitchen and the ruler of New York's underground world died.

The biting night wind blew in through the broken floor-to-ceiling windows. Xiao En looked at the bustling night scene outside the window, with a hint of a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"You still have 3 minutes to leave." Little Loli's voice came from the communicator.

Sean glanced at the cold body lying on the ground, and then made a call.

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In the wealthy area of ​​Hell's Kitchen, in a duplex apartment.

James Wesley was a little restless, holding the phone in his hand, with complicated emotions in his eyes. As a personal assistant deeply trusted by Kim, he had an extraordinary status and power in Hell's Kitchen.

The rational and calm Wesley knew that everyone's respect and fear for him came from the terrifying underworld emperor, who was only the executor and spokesperson of Jin Bin's personal will.

"Should I tell Mr. Fisk?"

Wesley twirled his phone. How was he going to explain it to the boss?Said that a lunatic broke into his home last night and uttered nonsense to kill the underworld emperor in Hell's Kitchen? !
Sighing softly, Wesley put down the phone. He didn't know what he was expecting in his heart. Could it be worth believing what a lunatic said?
Mr. Fisk has used his terrifying reputation for many years to prove his unshakable and stable position in Hell's Kitchen. Even the last time the Japanese Hand Association dispatched a number of elite ninjas, they lost all their troops and returned without success.

How could that guy with an unknown background dare to say that he could kill the underworld emperor and his powerful bodyguard, Bullseye? !
Wesley laughed at himself, was he really blinded by ambition?To believe the ravings of a lunatic.

Buzz!
The mobile phone on the table vibrated suddenly. Wesley picked it up subconsciously and found it was an unfamiliar number. After hesitating to connect, a familiar voice came from the opposite side.

"Hello, Mr. Wesley, you should remember me, after all, we had a friendly conversation last night."

Wesley felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his heart was turbulent. His body trembled slightly. Deep in his heart, he seemed to be vaguely looking forward to hearing some news. It was an expectation and longing that he would never even dare to think about.

"Tomorrow, you will become the new emperor of Hell's Kitchen, are you ready, Mr. Wesley?"

The voice spoke lightly, as if stating something trivial.

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　　Although the seedlings are small, they need to be watered frequently (～￣▽￣)～

　　
　
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