Master of Dreams in American Manga

Jin Bin has two identities, one is a well-known philanthropist in New York, and the other is an underground emperor in New York.

The man is rarely seen in public.

One of the few photos shows an obviously overweight fat man.

And in many rumors, this fat man is just Jin Bing's stand-in.

In fact, his real body has never been shown in public view.

But these are public intelligence, no one knows if it is true or false.

But Kevin, who has the memory of his previous life, knows very well that the fat man is by no means the real Jin Bin!

The real Jin Bin is a strong man whose physical body has reached or even surpassed the peak of human beings.

With that greasy appearance, how could it be the real Jin Bin? It's obviously just a substitute.

The scariest thing about this kind of Jin Bin is not that he is strong, but that no one can find his hiding place.

No one knows how many doubles he has, or where he hides.

This is a cunning and cruel character.

Fortunately, Kevin has a clue!

The Russian brothers are not idiots either.

They have long doubted Jin Bing's identity.

And secretly investigated his true identity.

After telling Alice a few words, Kevin got ready, and then walked towards Jin Bin's hiding place.

The night is deep.

The dark clouds in the sky have turned into rain and fell on the ground.

Rain is always the best way to erase marks.

It's a good day to kill.

Wilson Building.

Located in Manhattan, the Wilson Building is not considered prosperous in New York, but it is also unique.

Especially here is the company of the great philanthropist, Wilson Fisk.

It's just that as the sky darkened, the workers who had been busy all day had already gone home.

No one knows that when night falls, the Wilson Building takes on a different look.

Gunmen sat in twos and threes all over the Wilson building.

From time to time, there are still busy figures shuttling among them.

As the master of Hell's Kitchen, and indeed New York's underground, 'Kimpin' is busy.

For example, at this moment, on the top floor, the thin Jin Bing kept making phone calls.

On the side, the familiar Wilson Fisk in the eyes of the media was sitting on the sofa with sweat on his forehead.

"You have done too much, you should know what your mission is."

Leland Owsley was on the phone and working on paperwork.

In my spare time, I didn't forget to reprimand the fake Wilson Fisk.

He is also a stand-in, but the fake Wilson Fisk dare not say anything.

Anyone who is really familiar with Jin Bing knows that the man in front of him is the man with the most power in the New York underground besides the real Jin Bing.

It can even be said that Jin did not have the power he has today, and the role of Leland Owsley occupies at least seven layers.

On the other side, a man with a dart in his hand looked at the fake Wilson Fisk with vague eyes.

On his forehead, there was a target between his eyebrows.

With just a few glances, the bloated body of the fake Wilson Fisk began to tremble.

He was obviously more afraid of this one.

Leland Owsley was scary, but he wouldn't kill lightly.

And Bullseye, that's the real killer.

Bullseye glanced at the fake Wilson Fisk dully, and then said to Leland Owsley:

"When do you think those Russians will do it, I can't wait."

Leland Owsley picked up his phone and glanced at it.

"I received news that several heads of the Clinton Police Department were invited out tonight, and they happened to be away."

Bullseye had a look of interest on his face.

"You mean, today is the time for those Russians to do it?"

Leland Owsley nodded, then continued:

"We have complete information on Kevin Adams. Although he has some special abilities, they are just some tricks, which are useless in the face of large-scale attacks.

I have already told the Russians this information, Kevin Adams, it is impossible to survive. "

"It's a pity." Bullseye moved his eyes twice, and licked the dart in his hand with his tongue, as if there was blood on it.

In this way, he can suppress the desire to fight in his heart.

At this moment, there was an imperceptible scream.

Leland Owsley's heart skipped a beat.

"Did you hear the sound?"

The fake Wilson Fisk quickly shook his head.

"No."

Bullseye narrowed his eyes.

"Looks like something happened."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a thud.

The lights and the computer suddenly went out, and the whole room was plunged into darkness.

The power is cut!

The faces of the two suddenly became serious.

Downstairs, Kevin was dressed in black with a black hat on his head.

The scalpel stabbed precisely at everyone he met.

There are no innocents in the Wilson Building at night!

He already knew this.

The defense of the building is extremely lax.

Kevin came too fast, there was no time for the people here to prepare.

Those who knew the real situation of the Wilson Building would not dare to provoke the underground emperor, and those who did not understand would not be able to break in.

Coupled with the fact that Kevin cut off the power supply immediately, in the opaque building, Kevin felt like he was in the land of no one.

After all, like him, no one can have the perspective of God composed of five senses, and at the same time have physical strength close to the peak of human beings and top-level fighting skills.

All of these constituted his rampant behavior at the moment.

It didn't take long for Kevin to reach the top floor.

In his hands, dozens of lives were also lost at the same time.

"found it!"

Kevin's keen ears listened to the voices in a room, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Then, suddenly kicked the door open.

One dodged into the room and rushed towards the person whose heart was beating the most without hesitation.

In the blink of an eye, a dagger from Kevin had already been inserted into the man's throat.

After doing all this, Kevin frowned, and looked at the man sitting behind the desk in front of him, who seemed to have no fear at all.

"He's not Wilson Fisk.

Where is the real Wilson Fisk? "

Leland Owsley raised an eyebrow.

"Kevin Adams?"

Although it was dim, he barely recognized Kevin's identity.

"He is Wilson Fisk, you should have seen him in the media." Leland Owsley said calmly.

Kevin chuckled without saying a word, and the scalpel in his hand reflected the silver light by the moonlight in the room.

Seeing as Kevin seemed sure that wasn't the real Wilson Fisk.

Leland Owsley stood up, leaning forward slightly, showing a domineering look.

"It's interesting, I am Wilson Fisk.

I give you peace and make your neighborhood a forbidden area.

Now, what do you want to do! "

Leland Owsley looked at Kevin without fear.

"I gave you a chance, but this is not the reason for your arrogance. If you dare to rush in here, you will only die!"

"You are?"

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