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At that time, the two groups of people below did not know that someone had been targeting them, and they were still conducting transactions as before.
The man with a bullseye tattoo on his forehead stood in the front, playing with a metal playing card in his hand.
He looked at the group of Viper Gang members in front of him with cold eyes and said coldly.
"Did you bring the money? If you don't have one, Franklin will pay with a head!"
Seeing that group of people dared to look down on themselves and others like that, if they were not Kingpin's men and controlled the arms channels in New York City, they would not have come to trade so humbly.
The leader of the Viper Gang forced a smile on his face and waved to his men behind him.
"Master Bullseye, rest assured. We will never dare to shortchange Master Kingpin. I wonder if the weapons we want are…"
While the leader of the Viper Gang was speaking, four men came out from behind him, each holding a silver briefcase. They opened the briefcases and showed the US dollars filled inside to the people on the opposite side.
Bullseye took a look at the four suitcases with a satisfied expression on his face.
After confirming that the money was roughly the same, he winked at his men behind him and asked them to pull out the arms to show the customers.
Receiving the bullseye's look, the men behind him immediately started to act. After a while, the rear end of a van drove back towards them.
The tailgate of the van was open, and the entire trunk was filled with boxes of army green ammunition.
Bullseye pointed at the van behind him and looked at the leader of the Viper Gang with a smirk on his face.
"Everything you want is here. Do you want to check it out?"
"No need. We naturally trust Lord Kingpin very much. Master Bullseye, please accept the payment."
The leader of the Viper Gang immediately shook his head and told his men to quickly hand over the payment to Bullseye and the others.
For some reason, he always felt that the bull's eye was glancing at his neck from time to time, making his neck feel cold, so he wanted to complete the transaction quickly and leave.
This feeling was really uncomfortable.
"You're smart. Previously, there was a gang that suspected that Lord Kingpin would take away his goods. Now that gang has disappeared, give the goods to them."
Bullseye sneered at the leader of the Viper Gang, then turned and left.
After hearing Bullseye's words, the members of the Viper Gang realized that they had just been through a close call with death.
If they had asked to inspect the goods, they might not have seen tomorrow's sunrise. They had no doubt about Kingpin's cruelty.
If he had been soft-hearted, Kingpin would not be in his current position.
Looking at the unloaded ammunition boxes, the leader of the Viper Gang glared at his indifferent men behind him.
"What are you all still standing there for? Hurry up and move the stuff over here. Do you want the other side to help you move it?"
"Yes!"
After hearing the reprimand from their boss, the men behind him immediately sprang into action.
At this time, Peter, who was on the roof, watched his money being taken away and realized that it was time for him to take action.
So Peter leaped into the middle of the four men holding the suitcases.
Seeing Peter's sudden appearance, the people around him instantly became alert.
Peter's outfit and the high-tech weapons in his hands showed that he was not a good person, as if he was a superhero who was very famous recently.
Peter didn't care about the reactions of the people around him. He used the superluminal "Alpha" blade in his hand to cut off the four men holding suitcases around him.
Then he used his left hand to grab four suitcases containing US dollars in the air and put them into the system space.
Seeing the bodies of their four companions cut in half and the strong smell of blood in the air made them react instantly, and they all took out the pistols in their arms and shot at Peter.
Soon, one of the men ran to the car where Bullseye was sitting. He looked at Bullseye in the car with horror and said in a trembling voice.
"Boss, the super soldier has arrived. Our people are no match for him at all. It's a one-sided massacre!"
Whoosh~
As soon as the men finished speaking, a silver light flew past his face, and then a small wound appeared on his face and blood slowly flowed out.
Looking at the metal poker that disappeared in the target's hand, the man swallowed his saliva, and hurriedly lowered his head to look at the ground, ignoring the pain in the wound on his face.
"Hmph, you're such a loser that you can't even handle such a small matter."
Bullseye, who was originally sitting with his legs crossed, opened the car door and got out.
He looked at the man who was lowering his head in front of him and snorted coldly, then kicked the annoying guy away.
Then Bullseye ran towards Peter, secretly cursing him men who got beaten by Super Soldier in his heart for being useless.
So many people with guns couldn't even take care of one person. They really used money to support a bunch of useless people.
However, when he arrived at the scene, Bullseye was stunned.
He saw Super Soldier covered in blood, the ground was littered with all kinds of broken limbs, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
It was like hell on earth.
Bullseye looked Super Soldier, who was covered in blood and looked like a devil, and swallowed his saliva, muttering in a low voice.
"Damn, can this kind of person be considered a superhero? Are those people blind? Compared to him, I look like a good person."
Even Bullseye actually felt a rare feeling of fear in his heart. You know, he didn't feel fear even when facing Kingpin. This was the first time he felt fear in his life.
Bullseye suppressed the fear in his heart, tightly grasped the two daggers in his hands and rushed towards Super Soldier.
Just a few seconds after Bullseye ran, Peter looked around, then shot out a grappling hook from his wrist and hooked it onto the eaves.
Under the traction of the grappling hook, the whole person flew directly onto the roof and disappeared from Bullseye's sight in the blink of an eye.
He didn't expect that Super Soldier would ran away just when he arrived. This made Bullseye feel as if he had been tricked by him.
He stood in a pool of blood and roared angrily to the sky.
"Damn it!!!"
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On the top floor of Fisk Tower, Kingpin, who was as tall as a small mountain, placed his hands on the desk, looking expressionlessly at Bullseye standing straight in front of him.
It was impossible to tell what Kingpin was thinking or what his mood was at the moment.
Bullseye has been standing here for more than ten minutes.
Kingpin has been like this ever since Bullseye told him that Super Soldir killed dozens of men on his side and left with the money.
This not only did not make Bullseye relax, but made him even more nervous, because he has followed Kingpin for so long and knows that right now Kingpin's behavior means that he is extremely angry.
Boom!
Suddenly, Kingpin clenched his fists tightly, raised them high and smashed them on the desk in front of him.
In an instant, wood chips flew everywhere, and the valuable golden nanmu desk was directly broken into two pieces by Kingpin.
Then he stood up, put his hands behind his back, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the bustling New York City in front of him.
"Very good! Very good! These superheroes really think they are heroes in the animation! Originally, I didn't intend to pay attention to their childish games, but if this is the case, then they asked for it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Kingpin suddenly punched the huge floor-to-ceiling window in front of him with a heavy punch.
The entire special bulletproof glass was instantly covered with tiny cracks and was actually shattered directly by Kingpin's punch.
Seeing the blood on his fist, Kingpin wiped it with a handkerchief. Then he turned around and looked at Bullseye and said in a cold tone.