Mulgore Hotel in Marvel

The earth-shattering loud noise did not wake up Kausi who was sleeping - the expensive sound insulation material in the room blocked the outside sound very well.

But the whole hotel was shaking, which made him jump up and stare out the window.

"earthquake?"

Open the window, it's still early and it's quiet outside. Only a few rude guys poked their heads out of the windows, cursing, and fired with submachine guns.

There were no sirens, no ambulances, and no commotion like an earthquake.

"What happened?" Kausu thought for a while and decided to go downstairs to take a look.

Wearing pajamas and slippers, I just walked to the stairs when I saw a huge figure sitting on the high chair in front of the counter - Kingpin!

The boss and the lobby manager were both absent, so Jiali naturally took over the role of the waiter. She was holding a large bottle of morning dew wine and pouring it into a glass, and she was still saying uneasily: "This glass of wine is twenty yuan... …”

very good! He is worthy of being the young apprentice brought out by my uncle Bloodhoof himself! The price of a glass of morning dew wine is ten dollars. Seeing that the other party is either rich or expensive, no matter who they are, they all sit down and raise the price, whether they like to drink or not.

King didn't mind the price of the drink. He placed a bill on the counter and picked up the glass. The glass was as small as oral liquid in his big hand, making little Carrie worried that he might accidentally throw the glass down his throat.

"Yo, good morning, Kaus!"

"Good morning, Wilson!" Kaus walked down the stairs and looked outside curiously, "What happened? Was there an earthquake in New York?"

"Oh, it's nothing serious. It's just that one of Alexei's underground warehouses caught fire and was bombed. The insurance paid him $500,000."

——The more you say it, the more outrageous it becomes.

Having been in the arms smuggling business for half his life, Russian arms dealer Alexei would have lost his pants if his arms warehouse caught fire so easily. Not to mention insurance...

Um? Insurance?

Which insurance company is so brave? Do you even dare to protect the arms warehouse?

Kausu, who had just woken up, finally came to his senses. What kind of insurance compensation of 500,000 yuan? Looking at the smile on Kingpin's face, it must be at least fifty tons of explosives, right?

Reminiscent of yesterday's ridicule and encouragement to Jin Bin, no need to ask, the underworld boss actually listened to it, and carried out "more in-depth" activities with "imagination".

——So he buried a large amount of explosives at several predicted locations and then detonated them directly, regardless of the various underground sewers, cables and other underground projects.

In short, his steps are "quite big."

...Okay, none of this is any of my business!

"This is your information fee!" Jinpin took out a check and put it on the counter. "Kaous, I know you are a very thoughtful guy. Maybe you won't take this money seriously, but this You deserve it..."

"Who says I don't take him seriously? All I need is money!" Kausi complained secretly, pretending to be careless but actually collecting the check quickly, not forgetting to glance at the number on the check.

"Fuck! Five hundred thousand?"

The boss is awesome! The boss is open and bright!

Well, when Matt Murdock or Frank Custer wants to kill you in the future, I will definitely protect you once - this is the treatment you deserve!

But Jinbin's "sincerity" was not just that. He waved his hand, and several people in black suits walked in, each carrying a suitcase in their hands.

"Erica said that you have a special preference for a certain brand of cigarettes, so please accept these!"

The boxes were opened one by one, and hundreds of Yellow Crane Tower 1916s were placed everywhere.

No wonder Kingpin, a fat pig, could become the underground emperor of New York. With his skill and bold style, he deserves to become bigger and stronger!

While Kausi was feeling very emotional, Frank came down from upstairs.

"Frank, there's a business..." Kingpin stepped forward and stretched out his big hand to shake the Punisher's hand. But Frank walked past without looking back and ignored Kingpin.

"Okay!" Kingpin's expression did not change at all, he just shrugged slightly regretfully. To Kausi, he laughed at himself and said, "This is a good sign. Frank didn't pull out a gun on the spot, nor did he say, 'You're a fat son of a bitch' without opening his mouth. I think it's already a very big improvement." Got it!"

Kausi looked at Kingpin with a smile and said nothing.

The Punisher's wife, children, and children died at the hands of gangsters. Although it had nothing to do with King, the Punisher's anti-heroic style must have had a very serious conflict with King. Both are the ceiling of the human body, and it seems that neither of them takes advantage.

The cell phone rang, and Jin Bin answered the phone, his smile immediately blooming without any scruples.

"Good news, we used explosives to 'dig' a ​​hole and found a large iron door!"

Kingpin put down the phone, and the next sentence made Kausi narrow his eyes, "But none of us can get close to it. Whenever we approach the gate, we will feel extremely scared..."

"Try using a bazooka?"

"Tried it!"

Knowing that only the Iron Fist that inherits the power of the Dragon can open the door, Kausu has no intention of dealing with the "weakest Iron Fist in history" who is not very innocent. What's more, at this point in time, Danny Rand is still unknown. Have you ever returned from your studies? He thought for a while, "Someone said, 'There is no problem that cannot be solved by explosion. If there is, it must be that the yield is not enough.'"

"This guy is very promising!" Kingpin asked with great interest, "Who is he?"

"Who knows? I only know that he has the nickname 'Ivan the Terrible' and comes from the former Soviet Union."

Kingpin laughed and asked tentatively: "Is there any other way?"

"Dig around?" Kaus suggested. "Is the entire room made of metal? Maybe you will find some cracks or blank walls...and get some nitric acid by the way!"

"Isn't nitric acid bad?" Kingpin asked in a consultative tone, "We usually use sulfuric acid!"

"Sulfuric acid will passivate when it encounters certain metals. On the contrary..." Kausu just answered half a sentence, and suddenly understood the meaning of King Bin's words. He shook his head helplessly, "Wilson, I him Mom doesn’t want you to kill people and mutilate corpses, but she wants you to use acid on that damn metal door!”

"Aha, I happen to have a chemical factory. I can produce enough hydrofluoric acid by slightly adjusting the process and raw materials!" Kingpin suddenly became interested, "I can guarantee that it is more effective than nitric acid!"

A gang leader actually owns a chemical factory? Kausu suddenly understood why the sizable gangs in the movie would have their own chemical plants and docks. Needless to say, they must be used to reduce the cost of drug production, or to do other things...

After getting the hint, Kingpin happily left the hotel with his men, but not long after, Matt Murdock walked in dejectedly.

"I seem to smell Kingpin's scent..."

Kausi, who finally took the time to brush his teeth and wash his face, looked helpless, "I think you should change your nickname to Night Devil Dog. A dog's nose is not as sensitive as yours - are you injured, Matt?" "

"I was beaten up by my teacher!" Murdock looked frustrated. "He killed all the ninjas stationed in the Hand. Then in order to hold him back, I had to fight with him. I promised you , keep teachers away from Beverly Hills.”

Kausu said nothing, but motioned to Carrie to take out the remaining morning dew wine.

"Bring this thing to that old guy!" He took out a bag containing two severed hands from the corner of the counter. "Tell him not to come to New York to cause trouble. The next time you meet him, it won't be Mi Mo who takes action. Doc, but Frank Custer or—me!”

"Is this a threat?" A tall, thin old man walked in with an imposing manner, leaning on a stick.