American comic: Wanda starts off strong, becoming a hundred times stronger.

Firstly, it is to combat evil.

Secondly, it's for money.

Last time, we wiped out the Poison Scorpion Gang.

Earning a few million made him realize that this was a path to wealth.

In the police station.

George covered his head; he was increasingly unable to understand Lynn.

Just now.

Lynn asked him for all the information about Kingpin's forces.

“I swept through the gangs and lured Kingpin out.”

"You led the police to clean up the mess, all the credit is yours, enough to get you promoted to another position."

"How about it? Are you tempted by this offer?"

Lynn raised an eyebrow.

"Don't even think about it!" George refused decisively.

The promotion was tempting, but he didn't want Lynn to take any risks.

"You stay put, kid, and don't even think about going anywhere."

“I’m very capable, don’t worry,” Lynn said with a smile.

“No.” George closed his eyes and refused to listen to Lynn’s explanation.

"Sigh!" Lynn sighed, pulled out his pistol with a click, and pointed it at his arm.

"Are you crazy?!" George's eyes widened, and he quickly reached for the gun.

boom!

There was a gunshot.

Lynn had a white mark on her arm.

"Doctor! Doctor... Watfuck!" George called for the doctor in a panic, then froze in place.

A moment later, George let out a scream.

Good heavens, what did he see?

To know.

Even police guns are not as powerful as military guns.

But at such close range, even a bulletproof vest can be penetrated.

Lynn's arm was completely unharmed.

"God, how is this possible?"

George murmured, but soon he accepted it.

After all, his own daughter was bitten by a spider and became incredibly strong, able to scale walls and rooftops.

"You're a pervert, you're a pervert!" George grabbed Lynn's arm, looking her up and down, clicking his tongue in amazement.

Lynn: "..."

I suspect you're insulting me.

"Alright, you can talk now." Lynn tapped the table.

"I'll organize it and send it to you." George nodded.

He's not even afraid of guns, so what does he have to worry about?

"Okay, I'll be going now." Lynn waved and turned to leave.

Looking at the silent office, George glanced at the gun at his waist, then at his arm.

I gave up the idea of ​​trying it.

That night, he waited until 10 p.m., and just as he was about to fall asleep, he received a text message from Lynn.

"Gather together, gather quickly!" George shouted.

He led the team directly to the destination.

When they arrived at Lynn's position.

A wail could be heard from afar.

The dozen or so thugs, all with broken legs and arms, lay unconscious on the ground.

The fully armed police officers looked at each other in bewilderment.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

What's happening here?

Justice from heaven?

The credit for getting it for free?

"Search them and see if there are any other criminals," George ordered, waving his hand.

Several police officers, in pairs, began the search.

After a while, pairs of police officers returned.

"Reporting to the chief, all the criminals are here. Apart from a little heroin, there's no money or anything like that."

George was stunned, as was the entire small gang.

How could you not have any money at all?

It's not that he hasn't arrested criminals before.

Think of this kind of criminal gang.

Besides gold, there are at least tens of thousands in cash.

"That kid." George thought for a moment and realized that Lynn had beaten him to it.

Meanwhile, Lynn was in an alley, feeling extremely excited.

He earned more than two million in one hour.

They've made a killing!

At this rate, I could buy a big villa in New York in less than two days.

Then I'll buy a sports car, take Wanda and Mei Dou for a spin, and maybe have some fun in the car.

Life is wonderful!

what?

Is this money ill-gotten?

joke!

This money was earned honestly and fairly by fighting crime.

It smells delicious!

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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Kingpin's Fury

New York City, outwardly glamorous and a capital of civilization.

Actually.

There are many slums here.

In the heart of the slums lies the darkest place in all of New York.

Hell's Kitchen.

This area is home to the largest concentration of criminals and gangs in all of New York.

Rumor has it that someone has taken control of this place.

They then controlled most of the money in New York.

And all this.

A few years ago, someone did it.

Kingpin, a figure feared by all criminals and gangsters.

Today, however, he was not in a good mood.

"Fuck, find out who did this!!" Jin smashed a glass of red wine on the ground.

His eyes blazed with fury.