Kung Fu Panda Breaking Through Marvel

Chapter 32 Stockholm Syndrome?His heart can be punished!
woman?

Frank frowned.

What kind of existence is it that a woman can actually make Wang Lin feel like an enemy?
Is it more terrifying than Wilson Fisk, Blacksmith and others?
"Let's talk on the way, we need to be fast, otherwise with her city power and wisdom, she will definitely notice that the situation is not good, move ahead of time, and then it will not be so easy to catch her." Wang Lin said.

The high-level Hand Association has lairs all over the world.

Once in danger, it will definitely be transferred as soon as possible.

The world is so big, finding someone is like finding a needle in a haystack, how easy is it?

"it is good."

Frank was driving, and Wang Lin was sitting in the back seat, crowded with a large amount of ammunition.

He was too big for the co-pilot to sit in.

"Sit still."

As soon as Frank stepped on the accelerator, the van jumped out like a supercar, accelerating from 3 kilometers in less than [-] seconds.

You know, this is not a short supercar, but a tall van.

The center of gravity is not low.

This van, which is full of munitions and has a shell comparable to an armored vehicle, weighs as much as 5 tons.

How terrifying is the power if you want it to accelerate from 3 kilometers in less than [-] seconds?
Wang Lin told the basic situation of Mrs. Gao.

"What, you said that she has lived for thousands of years and has the means of death and resurrection?"

"And that organization called [The Hand] has subverted many cities and even countries?"

"The Hand is actually related to the ancient evil god, and has been looking for a suitable container to bring that evil god back to the world?"

Even though Frank was determined, he was also taken aback.

In this world, there are actually organizations similar to Hydra?
There are really immortal people, and evil gods really exist?
Does S.H.I.E.L.D. know?
Does Nick Fury know?
"Mrs. Gao, you must die!" Frank gripped the steering wheel tightly.

Indiscriminate killing of innocents, die!
Drug smugglers, die!
Those who trafficked women and children, die!
Then Mrs. Gao, a person who harms all living beings, must die of course!
"She's not the only one who deserves to be damned, the vast majority of the entire Hand Society should be damned... here it is!" Wang Lin reminded.

Frank slammed on the brakes and stopped in front of a seemingly ordinary building.

This is a dilapidated building, located on the east bank of the Hudson River, next to a large wharf with a large throughput.

This building, on the surface, is a small washing powder processing factory, but actually manufactures drugs, mainly heroin.

Half of the drugs in New York are produced here.

Some of them are trafficked in New York and dozens of nearby cities through gangs such as Jinbin, Russians, and Irish.

The other part is shipped directly to the dock and sold all over the world.

And there are many such drug factories all over the world.

"Frank, I'm going to deal with Madam Gao and her men. You find a commanding height with a wide view, and if any fish slip through the net, shoot them all," Wang Lin said.

"There is no need to be so troublesome, it can be solved with one shot."

Frank pressed a button.

The sunroof was opened on the top of the van, and a black cannon barrel stretched into the sky.

Vehicle mounted mortar!
"Frank, don't mess around."

Wang Lin hurriedly stopped him: "This building has several floors, and there are not only Mrs. Gao and her subordinates, but also many innocent people. Don't tell me you won't let them go?"

Frank, it looks like I guessed right.

You didn't get "Stress Trauma Syndrome" after you retired, but "Underfire Phobia".

You may have the blood of the Rabbit family flowing in your body.

It's not a terrorist organization base in the desert, what kind of mortar is used?

Are you trying to lure the NYPD, or are you trying to lure Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.?

"Ok."

Frank hit the button again.

Looking at the mortar that was slowly put away, he was obviously regretful and unwilling.

The equipment I just bought has not been used yet!
"King, here you are."

Frank handed something the size of a button to Wang Lin.

"what is this?"

"Micro-communication device, fixed to your battle suit, to keep in touch."

"There is such a good thing, why don't you say it earlier?"

Wang Lin glanced at it, and there was indeed a Stark Industries logo on it.

Just such a small thing, at least five figures.

"You use a sniper rifle outside, and you are responsible for picking up leaks. I go in, and few people can escape!"

Wang Lin gave a warning, and after a few ups and downs, he came directly to the roof platform.

Several big men with guns were patrolling the platform.

One of them happened to be face to face with Wang Lin, and their eyes met.

"It's a little embarrassing."

Without waiting for the man to react, Wang Lin went up to meet the man, and stamped his palm on the man's chest.

The internal organs are torn apart!

Wang Lin found that he seemed to be in love with Destructive Palm.

This martial art doesn't consume much internal energy, and it has the effect of beating cattle across mountains, even bulletproof vests can't defend against it.

And even if he died, there would be no wounds on the surface.

Without forensic identification, or cutting open the belly, it is impossible to see how he died.

It is simply an excellent weapon against these gangsters.

Bang bang bang!
Wang Lin did the same thing and sent the other gun-wielding men back to the west. They died without a single scream.

"Frank, it's up to you outside."

Wang Lin made a "V" gesture and blinked his right eye.

Then go to the entrance to the building and knock on the door.

"It's only 11:[-], isn't it time for shift change?"

Someone inside muttered, opened the door, and saw a black and white bear face.

boom!
Wang Lin closed the door smoothly, and gently placed the limply fallen man on the ground, very gently.

Go down the stairs and see the interior of the building.

On a few simple assembly lines, hundreds of blind people are groping for work.

Some are in charge of manufacturing the drugs and some are in charge of packaging.

All blind people have scars in their eyes.

They are not born blind, nor are they blind due to certain eye diseases.

Instead, he was blinded!
More than a dozen gun-wielding men were scattered in every corner, closely monitoring the situation on the entire floor, and spotted Wang Lin immediately.

"Hey you……"

A big man with a gun just spoke.

Wang Lin waved his hand, and a table knife pierced his throat.

Wang Lin's five fingers fluttered, and table knives appeared out of thin air, and then flew like extremely light inches, taking the lives of every gun-wielding man.

Suddenly, an old woman hurried up from downstairs.

Madam Gao!
As soon as she showed up, Wang Lin discovered her.

Whoosh!
Wang Lin waved his hand, and a table knife flew straight to Mrs. Gao's heart, even faster than the sound.

The two were less than 50 meters apart.

It only takes 0.1 seconds.

With such a fast speed and such a short distance, normal people can't react at all, let alone avoid it.

But Mrs. Gao is obviously not a normal person.

She raised her crutches to block Wang Lin's table knife, yelled, turned and ran.

"catch him!"

The voice just fell.

All the blind people immediately raised their hands and flocked towards Wang Lin.

These blind people whose eyes were destroyed by Mrs. Gao actually obeyed Mrs. Gao's orders!
"Massive Stockholm Syndrome?"

"This Mrs. Gao, her heart is to be punished!"

Wang Lin jumped up, and his whole body flew like a wild goose. With his feet on the shoulders of these blind people, he came to the other side of this floor and went downstairs.

The elderly Mrs. Gao actually walks like flying, not much slower than him.

"Madam Gao, we finally meet."

After chasing for three floors, Wang Lincai caught up with Mrs. Gao and stood in front of her.

(End of this chapter)