Is Kingpin the teacher Saitama?
No.
Then he really only has one punch left.
"Use cards."
Mike uses Roronoa. Zoro. Zabuza Momochi's physical skills are also very powerful, but for Gang, Zoro is better.
Wrapped in uncontrollable anger, Kingpin punched under his ribs, twisted his body, and transferred the power from the soles of his feet to his shoulders and to his fists.
Punch!
The movements are unremarkable, as standard as a novice who has just learned boxing.
The punch was silent and the speed of the punch seemed to be unhurried and unhurried, but the momentum was completely incomparable with the previous jab that had the sound of fierce wind.
This punch went straight to Mike's face.
Mike looked equally unhurried, stretched out his right palm and held Kingpin's fist.
No, this description is incorrect.
Mike has delicate fingers and a small palm, obviously unable to wrap around Kingpin's casserole-sized fist. The word "grip" is used inappropriately, more like Mike spreading his palm and slapping Kingpin's fist head-on.
Fists clash.
Suddenly a fierce wind blew up.
The wind picked up Mike's hair on his forehead, and his eyes were bright.
One Gorilla!
Mike The muscles in his left hand bulge.
Punch...
No knife style. Uppercut!
The palm of his right hand moved slightly, Kingpin's center of gravity was slightly unbalanced, and there was a flaw... The uppercut of his left hand hit Kingpin's abdomen.
It's the same position that Mike hit before.
Just...
If the previous punch was like a baseball bat being swung high and hit downward, this punch was like a heavy truck hitting a wall.
Don't ask how the heavy truck is, just look at the wall.
Kingpin is a wall, and it is a thick wall. But what hits the wall is not an ordinary heavy truck. Let's learn about special steel heavy trucks.
Boom!
The moment the fist hit Kingpin's abdomen, there was a dull loud noise. The body, which weighed more than 400 kilograms, floated two meters in the air, stagnated in the air, and hit the ground heavily.
At this time, Mike's lifted hair fell down.
Wow!
Kingpin vomited out a large mouthful of black blood, and his liver was cracked (see clearly, it's not anus!). The injury was quite serious, and he just couldn't die.
"I won." Mike lit a cigarette, condescendingly blowing smoke rings.
"I won't... I can't possibly..." Kingpin struggled to get up.
Mike just watch.
A few seconds later, Kingpin, who was barely supporting his arms, collapsed again.
"I won."
"Where is Bullseye?"
Mike waited quietly for Kingpin to answer.
Does Kingpin value Bullseye?
Probably.
After all, it is very easy to use. You can get paid to do things and do them well. There is no reason not to value these useful tools.
The question is, how much does it matter?
After all, tools are just tools. If they are useful, use them. If they are not useful, throw them away. No one is willing to lose their life for a mere tool.
It can be said that from the beginning, Kingpin was not fighting for Bullseye, but for the majesty of the so-called Black Dao Emperor, and by the way, he was fighting for a new tool that seemed to be very useful.
At this moment, if Bullseye is in front of you, if you can get up, Kingpin will definitely tear Bullseye alive.
Kingpin was silent, his face uncertain.
"You only want the location of Bullseye? Is it that simple?"
"Yes."
Mike lit another cigarette and put it in Kingpin's hand, "Your underworld empire is worthless in my eyes. This world is far broader than you and I know. As long as you don't mess with me, you will walk on your Yangguan Road and I will walk on my single-plank bridge."
Continue to fall in love with your Daredevil.
"What you are most powerful about is not your tendons, I know this very well. What you are best at is mobilizing everyone - gangsters, white gangsters, politicians, police, media, and passers-by to destroy your life and work, threaten your family, friends, neighbors, and colleagues, blow up your home and your car, and instigate the entire world to be your enemy. There is no place for you to stand..."
"I have to admit, it's very effective, especially for superheroes who are bound by moral shackles. I have family and friends... This is my weakness. I can't protect them all the time. Once something happens to them, I will feel guilty, painful, and self-blame, but I I will not be decadent, I will find out the enemies and related personnel one by one at all costs, and then kill them all. Just like Bullseye shot me twice near my residence, so I will find him even if I don't hesitate to offend the Black Dao Emperor."
"Wilson. Fisk... Your force, authority, and conspiracy are of no use to me. However, I may not be able to make you surrender, but I can easily destroy your body. So, keep your promise, and then stay away from me and my people."
When he walked out of the warehouse, the driver was surprised to see Mike walking out of the warehouse neatly and neatly with beard and tail.
Kingpin picked up the cigarette that Mike lit, took a deep breath, and inhaled the half-burned cigarette until only the butt remained. He exhaled thick white smoke and finally sat up.
More than half an hour later, after sending Mike back to Hell's Kitchen, the driver returned to the warehouse and saw Kingpin with wrinkles in his clothes and blood on the corner of his mouth. He thought of some possibility.
The driver quickly lowered his head. As the driver of Kingpin, in addition to being loyal, he must know when not to wear his ears and eyes.
"Let's go."
There is nothing unusual about Kingpin's tone.
After getting in the car, Kingpin said coldly, "Where's Big Lao Qiao?"
Big Lao Qiao is Amik's second-in-command, Mike lets him go.
"At the hotel."
"Yes. He has done very well in the past two years." Kingpin said calmly, "Try to let him go as painlessly as possible."
"Yes, sir." The driver said with cold sweat on his forehead.
Mike returned to the supermarket, Skye complained, "It's already dinner time, why are you running out again?"
"It's just a matter of business. I'm sorry. You don't have to wait for me next time. You guys eat first."
After dinner, a gangster sent an envelope with several addresses printed on the paper. These were the places Bullseye frequented. Mike decided to go and see what was going on later.
I hope it's not a cover or a trap.
Kingpin is a smart businessman. Smart people know how to avoid risks and businessmen's interests come first.
It's midnight.
Mike went out of the window, drove the car, and checked the addresses one by one on the note.
"I'm really cautious. Fortunately, I wasn't careless." Mike stood against the wall, avoiding the infrared camera. This is Bullseye's residence. The front door and windows are all equipped with trigger grenade traps.
Bullseye is not here. Judging from the thickness of the dust, it has been unoccupied for about three days.
The next place - Flatiron Building, is located in the triangular block at the intersection of Manhattan 23 Street, Broadway and Fifth Avenue, commonly known as "Flatiron District". Flatiron Building was built in the early twentieth century, more than a hundred years ago, and is a triangular building with more than ten floors.
"The Continental Hotel... that hotel specifically for killers?"
If you kill my dog, I will kill your whole family..."Killing God" John. Wick left a deep impression on Mike.
"No, no, it's a bit troublesome now."
The Continental Hotel is similar to a safe house for killers. Killing is strictly prohibited. Those who violate the rules will not only lose their hotel membership, but will also be rewarded and hunted by the organization.
"However, I have a strong hunch that Bullseye is hiding inside." Mike touched his chin and smiled... dangerously.