Marvel: The Superman Survival Guide

Chapter 41: All for a Title

All hits landed on either the throat or the heart, killing everyone regardless of whether they were wearing bulletproof suits.

Link moved at the same time, leaping to the right and hiding behind a pillar. He reached behind him and grabbed another throwing knife.

Has he ever used throwing knives?

No, but Link can still hit accurately, thanks to his biofield.

Superman possesses a biological force that allows him to envelop anything, from large vehicles like airplanes and ships to small throwing knives.

The distance he extended temporarily wasn't far because he didn't use them much, but when he returned home today and checked the armory, he realized he didn't want to use these weapons.

They were all brought back from a S.H.I.E.L.D. branch, and there were records of them there. Link considered it for a while and finally gave up.

So he needed new weapons, either to find a batch in Hell's Kitchen or to use other weapons. At this point, he thought of the biological field.

He tried it at home, where Jessica had already provided all the kitchen utensils. He randomly picked up a fruit knife to test it, and it worked perfectly. So he went and ordered a batch of willow-leaf throwing knives.

This isn't telekinesis; he can't use his bio-field to retrieve the throwing knife. He can only continuously expend energy to maintain accuracy using his bio-field, and he doesn't lack strength.

The only problem is that the throwing knives are consumed too quickly, so we'll need to make more in the future. Also, there's the special equipment specifically designed for carrying them.

After taking cover, Link didn't stop. He instantly ran out from the other side of the pillar and kept moving. The assassin's position could not escape his eyes. He waved his hands continuously, and throwing knives began to harvest.

On the terrace garden, Winston checked the time; five minutes had passed, and the gunfire seemed to have stopped.

Just then, Charon's phone rang. He quickly answered it, then a look of surprise appeared on his face as he turned and said, "Sir, all the assassins on the first floor have been killed."

"That person is coming up!"

Winston was equally surprised, while Santino was horrified, exclaiming, "This is impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible!" Winston said, slightly calmer. "Do any of our guests wish to participate?"

"No, sir. The guests who booked rooms don't care about three hundred thousand dollars, so they were just looking to watch the show from the beginning," Charon said.

Saint-Deno immediately spoke up, "I can increase it, up to one million."

"It's too late!" Winston shook his head and looked at Santino, saying, "Now it depends on your manpower."

"Bang bang..." Just then, intense gunshots rang out from the entrance to the terrace, then fell silent again after a dozen seconds, and a figure appeared at the entrance.

Link strolled in leisurely, two throwing knives in his right hand. He smiled and said, "Not many people here!"

"This amount of power is far too weak; it couldn't even hold out for ten minutes."

Link looked somewhat dissatisfied. "This makes my path to fame less dazzling!"

Winston said gently, "Mr. Lin has already been dazzling enough, but now a problem has arisen. You have offended not only the Continental Hotel in New York, but the entire High Table. Perhaps you do not understand what this means."

"I'll talk about who I offended later. Right now, I need to talk to this Mr. Santino Antonio." Link turned to look at the culprit.

"Is it because you lost face?"

Santino understood Link's words and immediately said, "I can give you the money, I can cancel the bounty..."

"No, no, no, you don't understand. You broke the rules. What happens at the gambling table should be settled at the gambling table, but you actually hired a hitman."

"You're really bothering me, you know?"

"You think you have so much power that you can recklessly take other people's lives at will, but now your life is in my hands."

"Of course, you can try drawing your gun!"

Link smiled, but Saint Dino looked on with utter terror. It was a devilish smile, tempting this mortal to surrender his soul.

"Looks like you're too scared." Link's tone was tinged with disappointment. *Whoosh*

A throwing knife shot out and pierced Santino's throat. Link walked over, found a cell phone, checked the phone book, found old Antonio's number, and dialed it.

"Hey..." Old Antonio was about to rest when he saw that the caller was his son, and thought he was going to show off.

"Mr. Antonio, your son has already paid the price, now it's your turn to pay the price," Link said.

"What?" Old Antonio was stunned. "Where's my son?"

"A throwing knife was stuck in his throat, and his face showed a look of terror, not peace," Link gave a brief introduction.

"..." Neither old Antonio nor Winston and Charon had expected Link to be so arrogant.

"You... since you've already killed him, can't this matter end here?" Old Antonio was terminally ill at the time, and his time was running out. He cared more about his daughter than his disappointed son.

Furthermore, it now appears that the Continental Hotel in New York failed; otherwise, his son wouldn't have died. The next issue is the high table problem, which he doesn't need to face himself.

"Of course, what happens at the gambling table should be settled at the gambling table. You broke the rules," Link said. "Now I demand that you gamble with me again in Las Vegas, and this time I'm asking for a hundred million."

"You can disagree, then the entire Antonio family will be on my kill list."

"Don't count on your so-called high table. I know you are made up of twelve global criminal groups. Above you is an elder and more than a dozen mainland hotels around the world."

"Your strength is just so-so. If you make me angry, then I will wipe you all out."

Old Antonio was taken aback. Was the other party being arrogant?

At the very least, everything the other party has said so far has come true, such as the Continental Hotel in New York.

"Who exactly are you?" old Antonio asked.

Link said softly, "I am who I am!"

"Just a professional gambler, you don't need to be afraid of anything, because I'm enough on my own. If I can kill all twelve directors at the high table and eliminate the forces behind you, do you think I'll have a prestigious title?"

(End of this chapter)