New York Reporters Are Not Enough!

In the spring of 2008, several major events occurred in America.

First, the shooting of a Black pilot by a San Francisco police officer reignited racial discrimination controversies across the nation. Then, before this storm had even settled, two more significant events erupted in New York.

The day after Tony Stark departed for Afghanistan, insider information broke on Wall Street before trading opened: Tony Stark, the head of Stark Industries, a genius weapons designer, and a playboy, had been kidnapped by armed militants!

Capital surged.

The "gold medal brokers" qualified to receive the news began frantically contacting investors, especially those holding Stark Industries stock, urging them to sell as soon as trading commenced.

In times like these, the faster you run, the less you lose.

Upon receiving the news, Alber Ellis froze for a moment, then his intestines twisted with regret.

How had he managed to restrain himself and not join in this time!

He immediately called the God of Wealth to report the good news.

"Mr. Lin, you're going to make a fortune!"

Five million dollars with a tenfold leverage – this operation was going to be incredibly profitable!

Based on the information received so far, Tony Stark was likely in grave danger, and Stark Industries' stock price would probably plummet to rock bottom.

The more it fell, the more Lin Hao would earn.

The trust investors had in Tony Stark's talent previously would now translate into sheer panic.

"Tony Stark has been kidnapped by armed militants!" Alber Ellis excitedly reported the good news to Lin Hao.

To his surprise, the God of Wealth's reaction was rather subdued, as if he had anticipated it.

"Oh."

Could this Mr. Lin have known about Tony Stark's predicament in advance?

That's right, Stark Industries' stock price had been steadily rising for the past six months, yet this gentleman had suddenly initiated a massive short position.

Could it be... that the kidnapping incident was related to him?

Alber Ellis's thoughts spiraled, imagining more and more possibilities.

However, his train of thought was interrupted by Lin Hao's next question.

"By the way, you don't have a habit of hitting on married women, do you?"

Adam Smith was on his way, sword in hand. If Alber also crawled through Mrs. Smith's sewer, Lin Hao would likely lose this gunman.

After all, it would be a shame to lose a skilled tool he had spent five years cultivating in such a nonsensical way.

With a casual remark, Lin Hao completely stunned the overthinking Alber Ellis.

What the heck?

I'm here discussing stocks with you, and you're asking if I've slept with someone's wife?

If you want to talk about this with me, then... I'd be thrilled!

He had initially wanted to discuss the joys of cuckoldry with the God of Wealth, but then he remembered that the God of Wealth was from the East, where the cultural atmosphere didn't seem to support such popular behavior. He quickly changed his tune.

"No, absolutely not!"

Alber Ellis declared righteously, "Mr. Lin, you must believe in my character. Even if I pay for companionship, I would never touch another man's wife!"

He needed to leave a good impression on the God of Wealth, otherwise, he would never have a chance to get closer.

Who would want to be friends with a cuckold?

Unless they married a beautiful wife first.

"Alright," Lin Hao hung up the phone.

If Alber Ellis were truly killed, he would just find a new gunman. He had plenty of aliases and plenty of gunmen anyway.

As Wall Street officially opened, Stark Industries was immediately flooded with sell orders. At first, uninformed retail investors eagerly bought them up. But as the sell orders increased, experienced stock traders immediately realized something was wrong.

As expected, the news of Tony Stark's kidnapping by armed militants quickly spread from the major investors downwards. Those who intended to control the information to exit their positions found that only a small portion of their sell orders were being taken. The news inevitably spread.

The stock market is always the most well-informed place.

Upon noticing the unusual activity at Stark Industries, a large number of reporters rushed to Stark Tower to confirm the news.

Just as they thought this was the biggest headline of the day, Adam Smith, dressed in red and carrying a sharp sword, swaggered into Wall Street.

He first killed people in the securities firms within the office buildings, then proceeded to the trading floor and killed publicly, employing extremely brutal methods.

Even the master chefs at the roast duck restaurants couldn't debone meat as cleanly.

"Next is Billy..." Adam Smith, after slicing off Mr. Porter's head, scanned his surroundings, searching for his next target.

Due to the unexpected kidnapping of Tony Stark, Wall Street was extremely busy that morning, and many traders didn't have the luxury of distraction, remaining in the trading hall.

Therefore, Adam quickly found his next target.

With a flicker of his body, his red attire became a blur, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Mr. Billy.

While not reaching the ghostly elusiveness of Dongfang Bubai, he was equally terrifying to ordinary people.

"Ad..."

The sword was drawn, its light surging, flesh and bone separating, blood splashing.

"Aaaah!"

"Murder!"

"Call the police, hurry and call the police!"

The stock investors and traders, who had been fully focused on the information display screen, finally reacted when Adam Smith killed the second person.

"Very good, and Thor too."

To be honest, Adam Smith wasn't sure how many men his wife had hooked up with over the years. The people he killed today were all guys who had taken advantage and then deliberately flaunted it in front of him.

This time, the Manhattan Police Department officers arrived at the scene at the same time as the reporters!

First, the NYPD was the best police department in America, with the best equipment, the most funding, and the fastest response.

This was because the area they maintained order in was home to some of the wealthiest people in America and even the world. Manhattan Police Department, in particular, was the ace of aces.

Wall Street, the heart of capital, was the apple of the Manhattan Police Department's eye. Not even the slightest disturbance was allowed, or the chief's position would be immediately replaced.

Second, Tony Stark had been kidnapped earlier today, and a large number of New York reporters were currently surrounding the Stark Tower.

Today, the reporters in New York... weren't enough!

"Quick, fall back, fall back!"

The Manhattan Police Chief personally led the team. As soon as he arrived at the scene, he ordered the area cordoned off and the onlookers who were unafraid of death to be driven away.

"Bastards, how dare you cause trouble here!" The chief's face was extremely grim.

Wall Street had seen its share of deaths before, but those were people jumping to their deaths. Now, someone actually dared to kill people openly here, and several of them at that. It was as if they didn't take the New York police seriously at all.

"Get yourselves together and make sure you capture the perpetrator on the spot!"

The Manhattan Police Department surrounded the stock exchange hall, standing ready. All officers held submachine guns, wore bulletproof vests, and had helmets on their heads. The front row was equipped with the best riot shields.

Even the police cars, fitted with thick armor, had machine guns with a bullet diameter exceeding ten millimeters.

That's right, this also counts as a gun, definitely not a cannon!

A figure in red darted out of the stock exchange hall like lightning. After killing the several identified "water friends," Adam Smith knew he had to run.

His current strength wasn't at the level of Dongfang Bubai in the movie; he couldn't slice through a fleet with his sword.

"Open fire!" The Manhattan chief didn't even want to say a word.

Countless bullets rained down.

Adam Smith's pupils constricted. Instead of retreating, he advanced, moving forward with unwavering resolve.

Perhaps it was the ferocity from just having killed, or perhaps it was the heroic spirit of Dongfang Bubai in the movie, who always charged at the enemy, that influenced him.

Sword light flashed, constantly deflecting bullets. However, there were too many bullets, and Adam Smith's skill was still weak. He could barely protect his chest and face, and his body sustained multiple wounds from the bullets.

His red clothes were stained with blood.

In less than two seconds, Adam Smith slashed his sword, shattering the riot shields and charging into the line of police officers.

The tables had turned in the attack and defense.

The officers couldn't shoot their comrades, and the machine gunner in the armored police car dared not pull the trigger towards the crowd.

It was one thing to die at the hands of a criminal, but dying at the hands of their own people would not result in commendations for the shooter. Countless "public welfare organizations" would incite the families of the victims to cause trouble. The best outcome for the shooter would be reassignment to a non-essential position, most likely resulting in dismissal or even being held liable for damages.

The officers were hesitant, but Adam Smith went on a killing spree.

The sharp blade, enveloped by internal energy, continuously sliced through the bodies of the surrounding officers. Blood splattered everywhere, and severed limbs flew about.

Fortunately, he still had his wits about him. After carving out a certain space, he used his footwork to leap out of the encirclement, stepping on the roof of a police car to escape into the distance.

In his wake, the officers were left dead and injured.

"Boss, the criminal got away. Should we pursue?"

"Why ask me? Ask the chief!"

"Chief! Chief?"

"Where's the chief?"

"Oh no, the chief's neck has been severed..."

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Everyone, don't worry. This "Bixie Swordplay" storyline is just the beginning of the plan. I won't be stuck writing about it constantly, as it can become monotonous.

Regarding the issue of dissemination, there will be new plot points later.

The main Marvel storyline hasn't kicked off yet, and the world is very safe. Ordinary people don't have a desperate need to become stronger. Right now, I'm just using these characters as a tool to advertise. Later, when Director Lin turns America into a place of deep water and hot fire, more people will be willing to make a cut.