Chapter 122 - 118
Kingpin's declaration undeniably sent shockwaves through New York's major underworld factions. Confusion reigned—no one could understand why he had made such an unusual move.
What was clear, however, was the seriousness of his decree. Many gangs decided to lie low, wary of taking any action. True to his word, Kingpin's forces cast a wide net, brutally retaliating whenever extraordinary events were involved. Within just two days, over a dozen murders had been committed, each scene marked by Kingpin's bloody insignia.
In several cases, the victims had been beaten to death, a clear sign that Kingpin had taken matters into his own hands.
Realizing he wasn't bluffing, the city's major crime syndicates quickly fell in line. As long as they avoided dealing with anything "extraordinary," they could continue business as usual.
This sudden change in the criminal landscape alarmed S.H.I.E.L.D., especially its director, who was nearly stunned by the developments.
Meanwhile, on the outskirts of New York, a luxury car escorted by several black SUVs pulled up to a villa on the west coast. The guards recognized the familiar insignia on the car's front, and the metal gates opened automatically. The car drove down the path toward the villa's garage.
As the rear door of the luxury vehicle opened, Kingpin, dressed in a crisp suit and clutching his cane, stepped out with his usual stoic expression. He entered the villa, but the moment he crossed the threshold into the living room, he and his bodyguards instantly sensed something was amiss.
Sitting on the sofa in the luxurious but supposedly empty living room was someone who should not have been there.
Click!