Players In Marvel Chapter 246

New York City!

With funding for major businesses in place, plans to rebuild New York have begun.

Yuanyue Group was born.

Taking over the entire Hell's Kitchen can be said to be powerful, and naturally attracts the attention of many New Yorkers.

For ordinary New York residents, Yuanyue Group seems to be a very powerful food company.

For Yuanyue Group, it is necessary to completely remake Hell's Kitchen and create a world-class gourmet mecca.

This is full of unrestrained ideas, and many New Yorkers are watching the excitement.

And, for some not-so-ordinary New Yorkers.

Can this Yuanyue Group bring them benefits, or whether it hinders them.

Whether or not to go up to find some trouble, to find some oil and water, is what these **** have to consider.

But for now, no one has dared to go up and find trouble.

Because, I heard some gossip.

Behind this Yuanyue Group, there are shares of Wilson Fisker!

Wilson Fisker? !

The famous gold and ah!

As long as you get a little bit of gray and black in New York, and you want to make some money, there is no one who doesn't know the legend of this dark emperor.

but……

Now, everyone calls him Mr. Wilson! !

The representative of Manhattan philanthropists, the big entrepreneur, the initiator of the Manhattan reconstruction plan, the good-natured Mr. Wilson!

It is said that at a charity gala, someone called him fat muscled to his face, and Mr. Wilson just smiled kindly.

He didn't mean to be angry at all, and he drank red wine with each other friendly.

The Manhattan high-level people at the scene laughed harmoniously, and the scene was friendly.

Like, in the rumours on the streets of Manhattan, there's a psychotic killer around Mr. Wilson? !

It doesn't even exist!

Anyway, in the recent support statistics of Manhattan citizens, Mr. Wilson, who is enthusiastic about charity, ranks first, and everyone likes him very much.

Oh, right!

It's just a pity that the gentleman who drank red wine seems to be invincible.

It was unfortunate that the whole family fell into the Manhattan River when the banquet was over.

Obviously, no one pays attention to this kind of little thing, doesn't it? !

now.

somewhere in Manhattan.

In the office, the bulky muscular fat man filled the high-end sofa.

Wilson Fisker.

"Tsk!"

He tasted the red wine in his hand and shook the goblet.

It's been a pretty good day for Wilson lately.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, Manhattan at this time has become a large construction site.

There are reconstruction projects everywhere, and most of them are led by Wilson.

In his dark career for many years, the wealth accumulated in his dark career finally has a place to be used.

With Wilson taking the lead, and with those rich in Manhattan, a new Manhattan district is being reborn.

And when the construction of Manhattan's new district is completed, Mr. Wilson will officially take the stage.

"Walloon!"

"It's all thanks to you!"

Wilson's mouth curled into a smile.

The boss of the daring Mafia kidnaps a famous playboy, kicking off a night of madness in New York.

And, that night, half of New York, including Manhattan, ceased to exist.

The original sin was wiped out in it.

And the new Manhattan is a brand new blank paper, which can be smeared arbitrarily by Wilson.

"Black Hand Organization!"

"I will thank you very much!"

However.

Wallon helped Wilson so much.

But this seemingly muscular, mind-bending New York underground ruler.

Not going to let the black hand organization go.

because.

In Wilson's eyes, Walloon, who started the chaos in New York, is too crazy.

That kind of temperament, that kind of reckless and contemptuous aura, is even more unacceptable to Wilson.

Wallon must die!

Wilson has made up his mind since that night's live broadcast.

The terrifying Jin and the things that have been determined cannot be changed no matter what.

In fact.

From the end of the Battle of New York, the first time!

In the unknown underground dark net, there is a reward of 50 million US dollars!

The mild-mannered Mr. Wilson calls on the world's killers, he wants Wallon's head!

"Jingle Bell!"

The phone on the desk rang.

It's Wilson's little secretary, and it looks like he's busy again.

"Mr. Wilson, your planned charity party."

"It will take place in 1 hour and 45 minutes, the car is ready, you should..."

"I see."

Not knowing what to think of, a faint smile slowly appeared on Wilson's face.

Hell's Kitchen was destroyed.

What was then turned into ruins and dissipated was the dark history that belonged to Mr. Wilson.

The Dark Emperor of the Underworld? !

The shadow of crime looming over New York? !

No, it's too dark!

Mr. Wilson needs a more sunny unfolding!

now!

Wilson Fisk, the best philanthropist in Manhattan.

The most responsible and most beloved big businessman in Manhattan.

At the same time, it is a good candidate to compete for the next mayor of New York City!

Is there a better plot development than this? !

"The gang, now it can be as simple as doing business."

"The next mayor should be Jin Bing!"

Just what he said most often.

And now.

"call!"

A cigar ring comes out of his mouth.

A better tomorrow seems to be at hand.

"Buzz!"

Just when Mr. Wilson was complacent.

It sounded suddenly.

It was his personal phone number.

"Ok?!"

Wilson frowned slightly.

"Blood, what's the matter?!"

Bloody!

Original name, Wendell Dickinson!

New York City, a Manhattan native!

He has a suit of armor suitable for killing people and is a professional criminal!

Just like bullseye, he is also a thug with Jin Bianyang!

"Boss!"

"We got bombed in another warehouse in Hell's Kitchen!"

It was bad news, and it obviously affected Wilson's good mood.

"The warehouse exploded?!"

"Speak slowly, don't worry!"

"Also, Hell's Kitchen is gone. Where will the Yuanyue Food City be in the future, I remember that name!"

"Also, what did the Pengele family say about this matter?!"

Wilson rested on the sofa like a bear, and his low tone was like the prelude to the eruption of the forest.

With Jin and the underground kingdom in New York, as long as he wanted to, he could still understand some inside stories about the Battle of New York.

Jin didn't know a little about the strength of the Pengele family!

Although they haven't met their leader, the tenth generation, but as a powerful mafia, Wilson thinks it is possible for them to cooperate.

Gangs are like business.

Wilson, who is now whitewashing in Manhattan, can reach some amicable deals as long as there is profit to be made.

And, like those gossips.

The establishment of the Totsuki Group included Nakiri Senzaemon, the old man who originally had some capital in Totsuki Academy.

At the same time, Reborn brought out some of the Penggli family's heritage.

However, the other part does not account for a small proportion of the shares, but Wilson did spend a lot of money.

Also, he doesn't want Hell's Kitchen anymore.

If Manhattan is Wilson's underground kingdom, Hell's Kitchen is leftovers.

That kind of dirty place, even if it is used for trading, it doesn't feel bad!

This is also the case. With the convergence of funds from the three parties, the Yuanyue Group, which has now acquired the entire Hell's Kitchen, has been formed.

However, Wilson, who handed over Hell's Kitchen by default, wanted to have a friendly exchange with the Pengele family and make a fortune together.

Originally thought Reborn would give him some face.

pity!

"It was made by the Pengele family!"

"That white-haired boy is still rude..."

"I really want to rip his brains out!"

The **** voice was full of hatred.

There has never been a force that dared not give their boss face in New York.

And now, there are not only those who dare to stab... but also, there is no limit to the madness!

at the same time.

In the office, a moment of silence!

"Snapped!"

The goblet in his hand was crushed directly.

The big philanthropist, the big entrepreneur, and the beloved Mr. Wilson of the people of Manhattan is gone.

The raging king of the underground, the horror shadow of New York, the great Kim and is back.

"hehe!"

Deep laughter!

The gloomy face, as if the ink was about to drip, was extremely difficult to see.

"Peng Lie!!"

"Aren't you looking down on me too much!"

"and!"

"Bullseye..."

"Why haven't you come back?!"

now.

"City of Angels" Los Angeles.

on a dark street.

It was raining lightly in the sky.

Under the dim orange street lights, a monster truck with an extremely ferocious appearance turned off on the side of the road.

The man with the skull printed on his chest clenched his M16 automatic rifle in his hand.

Watching vigilantly not far away, a figure appeared in the layers of rain and fog.

His long black hair was **** high, and he was wearing a blue-black ninja costume that favored the Japanese style, and what looked like an iron plate was tied on his forehead.

Killer!

It's the killer sent by Zabo!

Frank was silent.

The round of firing just now had no effect at all in the face of the strafing of bullets.

Ice appeared? !

Frank could see clearly that ice appeared when the other party raised his hand.

Not to mention where the ice came from, but... a shield made of ice blocks the bullets? !

What the **** is going on in this world? !

This is another enemy that cannot be measured by common sense!

"The resistance is over!"

Sound good to hear.

However, it brought a declaration of hell.

Frank's eyes sank, his eyes slightly condensed.

He can feel it.

A very powerful sense of danger and oppression emanated from the opponent.

Who is this person?

In the dark underground killer world, when did such a person appear?

and……

A killer, a killer with something beyond common sense abilities.

What does this remind Frank of? !

Just before, in the killer world, there was a legend of a new rise.

The man who likes to wear a long pink coat and long flowing braids is like a dark horse, rising frantically at a very fast speed.

The opponent's methods are ruthless and powerful!

In a very short time, many risk factors are extremely high.

And the targets that are extremely difficult to reach are all killed by him with one blow.

That's quite a strong man.

However, it has been silenced recently.

Frank heard that He and the man seemed to have taken on a big deal, and they never showed it again.

I don't know what happened unexpectedly!

And in front of him, this ice maker...is there any connection with that man? !

Frank's war instincts let him catch something.

Maybe it's meaningless associations, maybe it's critical information, Frank can always find something from the chaotic and tense battle situation.

pity……

Even so, for Frank, these associations don't help him in the situation at hand.

And, at the same time.

Bai, finally got started!

Swish!

In an instant, he disappeared in place.

Water instantly!

Frank widened his eyes and fired subconsciously!

"Da da da!"

However, none of this makes any sense.

Wait until White reappears.

It was in front of Frank.

It is less than half a meter away from this Uncle Punisher.

They were almost face to face, and Frank, holding the firearm, seemed to freeze in place.

So fast!

No reaction at all, is it water? !

Even the strength of the enemy is far beyond expectations.

But, even so, Frank was keen to discover something.

He saw some water stains, can the other party still make water? !

Water and ice? !

Reasonable!

Faced with the supernatural phenomenon unfolding in front of him, Frank quickly accepted it.

War is war. Accidents will always happen on the battlefield, and they will not be diverted by his will.

The emergence of power users, just like the appearance of exaggerated technology beyond the conventional, will change the situation on the battlefield.

However, as an insignificant member of the war.

All the Punisher has to do is win the war at all costs.

That's all!

boom! ! boom! ! boom! !

Without any hesitation.

While Shiro appeared in front of him.

Frank quickly dropped the ceasefire M16 in his hand, while pulling out the pistol from his waist.

No need to aim at the head, just aim at the body.

Frank shot without hesitation!

and!

Almost subconsciously, Frank retreated quickly with only his body's instinctive reaction.

The sound of gunfire suddenly exploded in the dark street, tearing the silence of the moment.

A fire snake with an automatic pistol.

All the bullets poured into Shiro, who was wearing a ninja costume in front of him.

However.

In the face of Bai's Xue Ji boundary, Bing Dun's obstruction.

This fiery thermal weapon is completely useless.

"Crack~www.mtlnovel.com~Crack!"

The clip made an empty sound, and the bullets were out!

The masked Bai looked at Frank quietly, and his body was not damaged at all!

I really want to know, what else can the man in front of him do? !

Obviously you already know the difference in strength!

Will you continue to resist? !

White thought silently!

However, Frank had nothing in his mind!

Throw away useless pistols, fighting daggers on your thighs, ballistic knives in your hand!

Frank's eyes didn't waver!

Now, switch to melee mode!

Chapter end