The mechanical craze in Marvel

He muttered something to himself.

Then I quickly and quietly comforted myself.

Fisk's situation was different from others; he went to meet them in secret.

Others may not be able to notice anything.

Even if they discover it, it will probably be too late.

On Ninth Avenue in Manhattan.

The fire trucks sped forward, their sirens blaring.

Ahead, a car exploded.

The scene was extremely horrific.

Passersby around the area silently mourned for the poor fellow.

How could a car spontaneously combust while it was simply walking along?

At this time,

The top of a building.

A burly man frowned as he looked at the phone in his hand.

Why did the call suddenly drop?

There was also a sound that cut off earlier, which sounded somewhat like an explosion.

His face was somewhat gloomy.

Hopefully, it won't be what he expects.

What trouble has that guy gotten himself into lately?

Speaking of recent events...

It should be Nolan Locke.

After all, he had just learned that Nolan Locke seemed to have no intention of following the rules.

But this is too fast.

If there are other people involved, who are they?

He gazed intently at the city before him.

Even in the underworld, there are still many people fighting against him.

“Go find that little guy Nolan Locke.”

Even though Ruskin is dead, we can't leave without our payment.

In the shadows of the room, a man who didn't look particularly muscular nodded.

He was toying with a throwing knife in his right hand.

But this does not mean that he is weak.

On the contrary, his throwing knives were incredibly skillful.

Even under this man's command, he was one of the best.

"understood."

After saying this, the man turned and disappeared into the darkness.

Before disappearing into darkness.

The bullet hole peeking out from his forehead was his code name.

Midnight,

Nolan lay alone on a sofa in the suburbs.

Jessica Jones has her own life.

Therefore, I rarely stay overnight here.

Nolan naturally had no objection to this.

Sometimes, being alone can be more relaxing.

The television was showing footage of Fisker's car accident from earlier that day.

Seeing the horrific scene, Nolan couldn't help but realize that he had underestimated the eavesdropping robot.

After all, he spent 35 tech points on this little guy.

Just as he was about to change the channel to see if there was any other interesting news.

"You seem to care a lot about this news."

A sinister voice suddenly rang out, startling him.

Looking back, he saw a man who had somehow barged into his house.

He was so shocked that he almost activated the Killer immediately.

But he reacted quickly.

The other party did not make a move.

If it's an assassination.

With the ability of the other party to sneak up behind him.

Perhaps he has already become a corpse.

Thinking of this, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Is this really Stark's top-tier defense system?

Fuck, that's utter trash!

Whether I care or not is none of your business.

Nolan chuckled.

At the same time, the standby killers were secretly activated.

Killer 2 is already on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s chopping block.

Therefore, he generally doesn't take the killers out now.

The attack on Jessica Jones by the Irish mafia was an exception.

He was frantic with worry at that time.

How could I possibly care about any of that?

Bullseye nodded seriously.

"You're right, these things really have nothing to do with me."

As he spoke, he pulled out a throwing knife from somewhere.

"But what happened next was related to me."

You made a deal with Fisk, but now Fisk is dead.

and so……

Kingpin sent me to you to continue our deal.

Nolan's eyelids twitched.

It really was Kingpin.

This is getting a bit complicated.

Kingpin's forces were formidable, and most importantly, he never put himself in danger.

Therefore, he has many stand-ins.

No one knows which one is the real him.

This powerful and cunning enemy is undoubtedly the most difficult to deal with.

Nolan looked at the bullseye.

"trade?

All I know is that I was trading with Fisk, but now Fisk is dead.

"If you want to continue the transaction, where is your evidence?"

Hearing Nolan's words.

Bullseye licked his lips and said cheerfully:

"As expected, Kingpin said you might not want to continue trading."

Do you know what I usually do when facing an enemy?

Nolan looked at him.

A faint smile was on his face.

"Will you kill me with the throwing knife in your hand?"

Or, could you simply find a toothpick and easily end my life?

Upon hearing this, Bullseye's cheerful expression vanished.

"You know me?"

"of course."

Nolan nodded.

Then he dodged instantly.

At the same time, the killer jumped toward the bullseye.

Even if it meant facing Kingpin, he couldn't possibly give up everything he owned.