People are in Marvel, and the system is working as a worker

Is Jinami Saitama's teacher?

No.

Then he really only has one punch left.

"Use cards."

Mike uses Roronoa Zoro.Mochi Zabuza is also very powerful in taijutsu, but when it comes to Tsuyoshi, Zoro is better.

Wrapped in uncontrollable anger, Jin Bin fisted into 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 ordinary, as standard as a novice who has just learned boxing.

The punch was soundless, and the speed of the punch seemed unhurried, but the momentum was completely incomparable with the previous jab that had the sound of fierce wind.

The punch hit Mike directly in the face.

Mike looked equally unhurried, stretched out his right palm and grasped Kingpin's fist.

No, that's not the right description.

Mike's fingers were delicate and his palm was not big, obviously unable to wrap around Kingpin's casserole-sized fist. The word "grip" is inappropriate. It's more like Mike spreading his palm and slapping Kingpin's fist head-on.

fist bump.

Suddenly a fierce wind blew up.

The wind lifted Mike's hair from his forehead, and his eyes were bright.

One hard force!

The muscles in Mike's left hand bulged.

Punch...

No knife style. Uppercut!

With a slight movement of his right palm, Jinpin's center of gravity was slightly unbalanced, and there was a flaw... The uppercut of his left hand hit Jinpin's abdomen.

The same spot Mike hit before.

only……

If we talk about the previous punch, it was like a baseball bat that was swung high and hit downward.The punch was like a heavy truck hitting a wall.

Don't ask how heavy-duty trucks are, just look at the wall.

The Kingpin is a wall, and a thick wall at that.But what hit the wall was not an ordinary heavy truck. Let’s take a look at the special steel heavy truck.

boom!

The moment his fist hit Kingpin's abdomen, there was a dull loud sound.The body weighing more than [-] kilograms floated two meters in the air, stagnated in the air, and hit the ground heavily.

At this time, Mike's hair was lifted up and fell down.

Wow!

Kingpin vomited a large mouthful of black blood and his liver was split (see clearly, it is 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 watched.

A few seconds later, Jinpin, who was barely holding on to his arms, collapsed again.

"I won."

"Where's Bullseye?"

Mike waited quietly for Kim to answer.

Did Kingpin value Bullseye?

Maybe.

After all, it's very useful. You get paid to do things, and they do them well.It’s a useful tool, there’s no reason not to value it.

The question is, how seriously?

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 Jin Bin was not fighting for Bullseye from the very beginning, but for the majesty of the so-called Black Emperor, and by the way, he received a new tool that seemed to be very useful.

At this moment, if Bullseye was close, if he could get up, Kingpin would definitely tear Bullseye alive.

Jin Bin was silent, his face uncertain.

"You only want the bullseye position? Is it that simple?"

"Correct."

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 can go your own way." Yangguan Road, I will take my single-plank bridge."

Go ahead and love and kill your Daredevil.

"Your greatest strength 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, and threaten your Family, friends, neighbors, and colleagues will blow up your home and your car, instigating the whole world to be your enemy, and there will be 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 I will feel guilty, painful, and self-blame, but I will not be decadent. I will find out my enemies and relevant personnel one by one at all costs, and then kill them all. It’s like a bullseye shot two shots at me near my residence. Gun, so even if I don’t hesitate to offend the Black Dao Emperor, I will find him.”

"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." a little."

When he walked out of the warehouse, the driver was surprised to see Mike walking out of the warehouse neatly dressed with beard and tail.

Kingpin picked up the cigarette that Mike had lit, took a deep breath, and smoked 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 Jinbin's driver, in addition to being loyal, he must know when not to use his ears and eyes.

"Let's go."

There was nothing unusual in Kingpin's tone.

After getting in the car, Jin Bing said coldly: "Where is Big Old Joe?"

Big Joe is Amick's second-in-command, and 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.

When Mike returned to the supermarket, Skye complained: "It's already dinner time, why are you running out again?"

"It's just a business thing. I'm sorry. You don't have to wait for me next time. You guys eat first."

After dinner, a gangster delivered an envelope with several addresses printed on the paper.These are a few places Bullseye often hangs out.Mike decided to check it out 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 put their interests first.

The time came to midnight.

Mike went out from the window, drove the car, and checked the addresses on the note one by one.

"I'm really cautious. Fortunately, I wasn't careless." Mike stood against the wall, avoiding the infrared camera.This is one of Bullseye's residences, and the front door and windows are all equipped with trigger grenade traps.

Bullseye isn't here, and judging by the thickness of the dust, it's been unoccupied for about three days.

The next place - the Beaver Building, is located in the triangular block at the intersection of 23rd Street, Broadway Avenue and Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, commonly known as the "Flatiron District".The Beaver Building was built in the early 100th century, more than [-] years ago. It is a triangular building with more than ten floors.

"The Continental Hotel...the hotel that specifically serves killers?"

You kill my dog, I'll kill your whole family..."The God of Death" 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 membership in the hotel, 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.