Chapter 499: Black Eats Black

New York, Brooklyn, Seaport area.

A single-family luxury apartment building.

A blonde beauty in a simple sling pajamas was sleeping soundly on a soft and expensive Sealy mattress. After a moment, she woke up suddenly, sat up, shook her head left and right, then got up and got out of bed.

"I'm late? Thirty minutes?"

The blonde began to talk to herself.

"Impossible? Well, I'll be late if I'm late."

The woman walked barefoot to the bathroom and started taking a shower.

She kept talking to herself all the time.

I walked out of the bathroom and wiped my half-dry hair.

Go to the walk-in closet and start choosing.

"Which outfit do you think is suitable for me to wear today?"

"No, the color is too flashy."

"This one is too complicated, not simple enough."

The woman finally chose a tight-fitting knitted mini dress with a V-neck zipper on the chest, which outlined her curvy figure and slightly revealed her full breasts. The dark red color that is difficult for ordinary women to control complemented her perfectly, pure and sexy.

"How about this one?"

The woman turned around in front of the floor-length mirror.

No one in the entire mansion responded to her.

The woman was always talking to herself, as if she was talking to a certain being. If someone saw this scene, they would inevitably feel a little terrified. Could this tall and beautiful woman be suffering from some kind of mental illness?

The woman stood in front of the dressing table in the bathroom.

Her face was reflected in the mirror.

Exquisite, three-dimensional and slightly sharp facial features, deep eyes, high nose bridge, V-shaped sharp chin, gray-green eyes, and a head of dirty golden hair that was simply highlighted and casually drooped. The woman supported her hands on the edge of the basin and stared at herself in the mirror. What was shocking was...

Her face gradually changed.

Purple gelatinous substance slowly flowed out of her nostrils and ears, gradually covering half of her face, and then turned into a sharp and ferocious purple face with sharp silver stripes around her cheeks. Her pale and cold eyes, her big mouth slowly opened to her ears, revealing a row of neat and sharp teeth like blades, and a long, sharp tongue with a barb stretched out and rolled flexibly.

"Do I look good, Qinghun?"

The woman asked in the mirror.

Half pretty face and half scary face.

It was like a scene from a horror movie.

However, the next second, the purple substance suddenly retreated back into her skin and returned to its original state.

The woman straightened up and chuckled, then turned and walked into the innermost part of the cloakroom, raised her fingers and pressed lightly on the wall.

The fingerprint recognition light flashed.

The wall cracked to reveal the interior.

Underneath was a dark red high-collared cloak.

The woman grabbed the cloak and rolled it over her shoulders. The red cloak's straps fastened automatically and the buttons fastened. Then the woman lifted the edge of the cloak and wrapped it around herself. With a "rustle", the cloak quickly shook and shrank, and disappeared into the cloak room along with the woman in it.

…

Fix Building, New York.

"Crash!"

The cloak was unfurled again.

The woman appeared out of thin air inside the building and strode forward, her face covered by a red mask, just like all superheroes or supervillains.

The woman pushed open a door.

Inside is a meeting room.

One side of the long conference table was already filled with gangsters in suits who looked brutal and ferocious. The leader was a bald white man in a white suit jacket.

The man was extremely fat and resembled a wild bull, with a big head, thick neck, a face full of flesh, a sinister look, and a diamond cane in his broad palm.

Wilson Fisk.

Or it is also called, Kingpin.

The king of New York's underworld.

A group of gangsters rolled their eyes in unison, following the woman as she walked to the other end of the long conference table. They then sat down leisurely and crossed their legs.

Next to her and behind her stood a group of muscular men, dressed in different clothes and wearing masks. They had a fierce aura around them and looked like they were not easy to mess with.

"Scarlet Cloak, you are late."

Jin Bing said coldly.

His carrot-thick fingers tapped on the table.

By the way, show off the Patek Philippe on your wrist.

"Oh, really?"

The woman in red spread out her palms:

"But my father told me that being late is a woman's natural privilege. How come you can't even wait for a little while?"

"snort."

Jin Bing snorted with a disapproving expression, but did not dwell on the matter any further. Instead, he changed the subject and said,

"I have found the person you want. According to our previous agreement, your people must withdraw from Hell's Kitchen in New York and give all the business there to us."

"Did you find it?"

The woman in red asked in surprise.

I thought, this is not right. I have been looking for him for so many years and I haven't found any clues about him. How come you found him first? Do you have such wide channels?

Kingpin nodded slowly.

"Are you kidding me?"

The woman in red narrowed her eyes and said suspiciously.

Jin Bing raised his lips with a smug look on his face, and without explaining anything, he just clapped his hands gently:

"Bring the man up here."

Two gang members walked in, one on each side, escorting a short and thin man. The man was wearing a plaid shirt and jeans, and his clothes were ordinary. There was a cloth bag on his head.

The masked woman in red looked the man up and down and couldn't help but frown, thinking that his body shape was not like this. Did this guy Kingpin make a mistake?

Two gang members kicked the man behind the knee, and the man fell to the ground with a plop. Then the bag on his head was pulled off, revealing an Asian face.

The woman in red was even more dissatisfied. She thought to herself, who the hell is this person? In the eyes of you, a fat, idiotic pig, do all Asians look the same?

Before she could get angry.

Kingpin lifted the man's chin with the end of his cane:

"Go ahead, tell me everything you know."

"I said, I said...what did I say?"

The man had a sad face and asked blankly.

Kingpin almost swung his cane at him:

"Everything about that guy!"

"Ah, I see. I'll tell you."

The man quickly bowed his head and begged for mercy.

"His name is Qingshan, or Qingshan Khan. The latter seems to be his title in the Warhammer 40K universe. He is very powerful, famously powerful. He dares to challenge perfect humans alone... Well, you probably don't know what perfect humans are. Anyway, it's a large community in the Samsara world. You know the Samsara world, right? It's... In addition to being powerful, his biggest label is keeping his promises. According to every player who has dealt with him, Qingshan is very trustworthy. As long as you are willing to surrender and pay the ransom, he will not kill you... That's all I know."

The man raised his head carefully and spoke.

Reincarnation world? Players? Society?

The woman in red frowned slowly.

Is that where he is?

No wonder, no wonder I can't find him...

"We are reincarnations. I mean, he is also a reincarnation. We can travel through different universes, including the Marvel Comics universe where you are. I..."

The man continued to stammer.

The entire meeting was silent.

"Are you satisfied with this answer?"

Jin Bing asked with a smile:

"Miss Crimson Cape?"

The woman in red remained silent.

After a moment, she said:

"Thank you for the great information, Mr. Kingpin. I appreciate it sincerely, it has helped me a lot."

"So, Hell's Kitchen?"

Kingpin asked, raising his brow.

The woman lowered her head.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled up into a smile:

"He is trustworthy, but I am not..."

Jin Bing's face suddenly darkened:

"You mean to..."

"Hehehe…"

The woman raised her head and smiled and said:

"I want Hell's Kitchen, and I want this building, too."

"Get started!"

The woman slammed the table, stood up, jumped onto the long conference table, and ran directly towards Jin Bing.

"Fire! Fire!"

Jin Bing shouted hastily. His men around him raised their guns and fired, and the whole room was filled with gunfire.

The woman in red had her sleeves flying in the air without any fear. She just grabbed a corner of her cloak and turned around gracefully. The bullets hit the red cloak and fell to the ground like a drop in the ocean. The cloak wrapped around the woman quickly wrinkled and collapsed and disappeared, and then her figure reappeared behind the Jin Bing gang.

"She's behind me... poof!"

The woman had superb fighting skills and great strength, and she knocked down several gangsters with just a few punches and kicks. Her subordinates were also super villains, and they all displayed their special skills, and soon beat Kingpin's men back step by step - even if there was a constant influx of minions from outside, it was still useless.

"boom--"

The walls collapsed and exploded.

A two-meter-tall one-horned giant rushed into the room by smashing through the reinforced concrete wall. He was burly and his skin was covered with some kind of gray polymer substance. He was invulnerable to swords and guns and had infinite strength. After a few charges, he caused the Jin Bing gang to collapse instantly.

"Run, cover the boss and leave!"

Several loyal men shouted hurriedly.

However, the Scarlet Cloak continued to pursue him.

Although Kingpin looks tall and fat, he is actually very skilled. A super villain tried to engage in close combat with him, but he tackled him and threw him away, breaking the glass and falling outside the building with a scream.

Seeing that Kingpin was about to escape into the secret passage, the woman in red made up her mind not to hold back any more. Her body was quickly covered with a layer of purple unknown substance, but she did not turn into a muscular monster. Her figure was still curvy, sexy and agile.

Then the purple matter in one of her arms twitched and gathered, and in an instant it turned into a silver mechanical gun, which opened fire at the backs of Jin Bing and his gang.

"Da da da da!"

The muzzle of the gun spewed out a tongue of fire, and the explosive bullet was incredibly powerful. In an instant, the row of human shields were smashed to pieces, blood foam flew everywhere, and all the bodyguards were turned into broken bones and debris.

…

Kingpin lay on the ground like a pile of flesh.

The ground was covered with thick, sticky blood, staining his high-tailored white suit red, and colorful, fat, coiled intestines flowed out from the hole in his stomach. He tried to turn his head, trying his best to see the true face of the person who came, but he only saw a pair of slender legs in high-top leather boots.

Slowly walking towards me.

"You, who are you?"

Jin Bing asked vaguely and with difficulty.

"You want to know my true identity?"

The woman in red slowly squatted down:

"Okay, I'll let you be a wise ghost."

The woman said as she lifted her hood and mask.

"Justine Hammer!"

Jin opened his eyes wide in disbelief:

"You are old Hammer's daughter..."

Jin Bing died with the shock of death.

At this point, the New York underground gang emperor completely fell.

......

(End of this chapter)