Sentinel of American Comics

Sean's appearance made the entire underground space stand still for a moment. Whether it was the Hand or the street heroes of Hell's Kitchen, they all subconsciously held their breath and stared closely at the black figure walking out of the darkness. Full of vigilance and fear.

Erica crossed the battlefield gracefully and walked to Sean's side. The cold girl who had just brutally killed the Murakami leader with a knife was now like a docile kitten. The aloof indifference that made people shy away disappeared. Got to be clean.

The scene took on a strange state. When Sean stepped into the battlefield, the Hand and the street heroes of Hell's Kitchen turned out to be the weak side.

"Give you a chance to leave." Sean threw the unconscious Danny Rand on the ground like trash, and glanced at the street heroes of Hell's Kitchen, "Take your partners and go, the game is over .”

His target is the Hand, the street heroes of Hell's Kitchen. They have completed their mission. Rather than go to extra trouble, it is better to let the opponent leave automatically.

Jessica and Luke Cage looked at each other, and then looked at the Punisher. They were really wary of this man of unknown origin, especially the Punisher, who had been defeated by the opponent twice in a row. He ended up in an embarrassing situation.

"Where is Daredevil?" Seeing Luke Cage holding the unconscious Iron Fist on his shoulder, the Punisher couldn't help but ask about the whereabouts of his other partner.

"He is lying in a cold corner. I hope that when you find him, he has not died of excessive blood loss." Erica replied calmly.

"A ruthless woman." He muttered silently in his heart, and the Punisher waved his hand and led Jessica and others out of the battlefield.

Watching the street hero disappear into the darkness, Sean stood in the center of the battlefield as if strolling. The Hand slowly retreated to the edge of the rock wall. Their way was blocked by Erica, as if they were trapped in a cage. The beast inside is trying its final, futile struggle.

"I know what you want to ask." Sean waved his hand to interrupt Mrs. Gao who wanted to speak. "There is no grudge between us, but it's a pity that you blocked my way."

The cold words echoed in the underground space. The man's face was hidden under a black mask, and only a pair of deep eyes stared at everyone present.

"When I first came to this world, I was just a little person with no foundation. In this huge and prosperous city, I was like a tiny speck of dust... No one would be willing to be ordinary. In order to stand on a higher position and possess The wealth and power that the world is chasing, you have to clear all the obstacles in front of you. I believe you must have experienced such things..."

Sean's eyes were calm and his voice was unusually gentle, as if he was not facing a group of enemies, but old friends he hadn't seen for many years, "So I wiped out Frank D'Amico's gang, not to fight criminals and punish rapists. Evil, just because I happened to be short of money at that time, and this big drug lord provoked me again, so he and his gang disappeared. The same was true for Kingpin. I needed more funds and property, and it just so happened that this gangster The Emperor was able to provide it to me, so I sent him and Bullseye to Hell along the way."

"Now, I need the Hand, can you give it to me?"

Several leaders of the Hand looked at each other. If they weren't intimidated by Heikong's powerful strength, they would have rushed forward immediately and blew Sean's head off!

This man actually made such an unreasonable request confidently, like a polite robber who said to them in a nice voice, "Can you please give me your family property and the woman behind you?"

Several centuries of development and growth have created the Hand today, a huge organization with footprints all over the world. But now someone actually wants them to hand over their industry and power. Such words, which are like a fantasy, make Several leaders of the Hand found it inexplicably absurd!

Several leaders exchanged glances. They wanted to refuse, but the current situation was stronger than others. Erica alone was enough to wipe out everyone in the underground space, not to mention that there was a mysterious man with unpredictable origins beside her.

"I am willing to give all my property in the Hand Association to Your Excellency." Mrs. Gao, who has lived for a long time, made a decision immediately, with a smile on her old face, and no trace of reluctance at all.

Sean smiled and nodded. As the saying goes, the old is the wiser. Mrs. Gao was the first to see the situation clearly, so she made a decisive decision.

However, the other people were not so decisive. The African warlord Sowanda sneered. It took him centuries of accumulation to accumulate the huge power of the Hand. If he loses all this, he will be in the distant African continent. It will be difficult to move forward, and those consortiums with private armed forces and other warlord leaders will not show any mercy to him.

"There are only two of them..." Botu said meaningfully, as if he wanted to encourage others.

"I gave you a chance." Sean shook his head with regret. He gently raised his hand, and in the dim space, a red light lit up, like a weak spark.

With a "whoosh" sound, the red beam of light cut through the air and penetrated the instigator's head at an extremely fast speed. Not even a trace of blood flowed out. The scorching temperature directly evaporated the blood.

Ignoring the horrified looks of others, Sean turned to look at Mrs. Gao and whispered: "Five fingers, even if there are two left, are a bit too many."

The elderly woman's eyes flashed, and she quickly pulled out a slender dagger from the crutch she was leaning on, and inserted it directly into the neck of the African warlord next to her. Suowanda's eyes opened angrily, and her dark face was filled with tears. With a look of disbelief, he seemed to want to say something, but the trachea in his throat was pierced and he couldn't make any sound at all.

Amidst the difficult breathing of "ho ho", Suowanda fell down with full of unwillingness. A cold feeling spread throughout his body. Before long, his consciousness fell into boundless darkness.

"It's very exciting. Only smart people can survive to the end of this game." Applause resounded in the empty underground. Among the five fingers of the hand, it was this old woman who seemed to be dying, who had the most scheming and means. , so she also became the last survivor.

"Let them sleep together with the keel." Sean greeted Erica, and Mrs. Gao followed closely, and the three of them climbed up the elevator.

Half an hour later, Sean stood in front of the bright floor-to-ceiling windows. The building where the Midtown Circle Financial Company was located heard a loud bang, violent fire and thick smoke rising upwards.

In the apartment in the building not far away, Sean felt a slight vibration. Erica handed over a glass of red wine, and the two of them clinked the glasses gently. The scarlet liquid swayed, rippling with coquettish colors.

The standing building exploded from the inside, and turbulent air waves swept across, destroying the solid structure of reinforced concrete. Countless glass fragments fell like rain. This tall building was like a toppling mountain, collapsing and disintegrating with a loud roar!

"Here's to this wonderful city." Sean raised his wine glass from a distance, his eyes shining brightly.

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