If he had known earlier, he probably would have conceded.
But there was no 'if,' and even if there were, he wouldn't have believed it.
...
[Killed Super Villain: Wilson Fisk (Kingpin): Points +500]
[Current Points: 9240]
Downstairs,
Luo Di's expression was cold as he saw a chilling notification flash across the virtual screen in front of him.
Originally, he had intended to exploit Kingpin while also seeing if he could recruit this Super Villain.
Kingpin's intellect and status made him envious.
Unfortunately, Kingpin was a wolf cub that could never be tamed.
He endured the explosion...
But!
If Kingpin could find Jessica today, tomorrow it might be other Super Heroes or villains coming to deal with him.
Therefore, Kingpin was a menace and could not be kept alive.
Now, before things got worse, he decided to eliminate him directly.
...
Luo Di asked himself if he had thought of the Marvel Universe as too simple.
Were those Super Heroes or villains really that easy to recruit?
They were people, not NPCs.
There were no eternal enemies, nor eternal friends, only eternal interests.
It wasn't too late to mend the fence.
"Goodbye, Fisk... You were a good combat teacher," Luo Di murmured, bidding farewell to Kingpin.
Then he cast him out of his mind; it was just Kingpin, killing him was done.
...
He turned to look at Jessica, who was slumped on the ground in front of him.
She also had super high physical defense; those bullets hadn't caused her fatal injury.
Luo Di had just tried to directly attack her consciousness with psychic power, successfully stopping her from continuing her attack.
It was pretty much as he expected; psychic power could break free from Purple Man's mental control.
Now Jessica had fainted.
...
On one side was Jessica Jones, who possessed incredible strength and potential, and was also a blank slate.
On the other side was the unruly Kingpin, who, despite his formidable combat power, was ultimately just an ordinary person.
Compared to the two, he seemed to have a better recruitment target.
[Defeated Jessica Jones: Points +200]
[Points: 9440]
...
Second floor,
Luo Di carried Kingpin's mutilated body in one hand and his head in the other. He had put the high-tech leg cuffs on Jessica. As for Fisk...
Since the person was dead, why not make use of him?
It would be perfect for Deadpool, this alias, to make a name for himself in Hell's Kitchen.
He believed that with Kingpin, the 'Underworld Emperor' who controlled all of Hell's Kitchen and whose power was so vast that he could influence 40% of U.S. activities, dead,
the entire Hell's Kitchen would instantly fall into chaos.
Countless people would scramble for the 'rich inheritance' Kingpin left behind.
At the same time, the name 'Deadpool' would be recorded in the criminal history of the U.S. and even the World because of Kingpin's death.
He just wondered how many points he could earn!
But just as Luo Di was about to leave, he sensed a gaze lingering on him.
Psychic power activated!
He quickly scanned the entire Villa.
There really was a fourth person... Luo Di blinked twice, and it was an old acquaintance.
Holding Kingpin's head, Luo Di looked up at the dark corner on the third floor.
"Come out or go accompany Kingpin!"
"Three..."
"Two..."
"Don't! I surrender..."
[Defeated Lester (Bullseye) Points +25]
Seeing three flying daggers rise to Luo Di's left and right, a muffled voice hastily responded from the corner of the third floor.
Then Bullseye, with the target mark on his head, emerged from the darkness with his hands raised.
His eyes were filled with dread as he glanced at Kingpin's head in Luo Di's hand.
The former underground emperor of New York, the overlord of the criminal World, known to everyone.
Now he was being held like a dog by his ear, swaying slowly.
His eyes, wide in death, looked at him. Even Bullseye, who had killed countless people, felt his legs go weak and his scalp tingle.
Too brutal!
When the black devil looked at him, Bullseye hastily said, "Sir... My Lord Deadpool, I am willing to surrender and serve you."
Saying that, Bullseye tore open his clothes, revealing the bomb vest underneath; clearly, he couldn't get out of this bomb vest.
It was ironic that Kingpin used what Luo Di threatened him with to threaten Bullseye.
"I will never betray you, My Lord, and I have served bosses for many years; I can help you control these businesses in Hell's Kitchen."
"I only ask to live..."
Luo Di scrutinized Bullseye.
He didn't believe a word the guy said, but what did it matter if he believed it or not?
Since he said he could help control the criminal empire left behind after Kingpin's death,
Luo Di felt that he could slightly modify his plan.
Perhaps making Deadpool, this alias, the new underworld emperor, could also work.
This way, he could also attract a continuous stream of Super Heroes to deal with him, thereby earning some points.
...
Chapter 46: The Second Master of New York's Underground Forces!
Bullseye's heart pounded rapidly.
His forehead was covered in sweat, but he didn't dare wipe it.
Deadpool in front of him seemed increasingly terrifying; in the silence, Deadpool had already prepared for death.
But the next moment, the demon chuckled, casually threw Kingpin's head down, and applauded sincerely.
"In that case, Mr. Bullseye, congratulations, you're hired."
These words should have made Bullseye sigh in relief.
But now, Bullseye stared intently at Kingpin's rolling head, his fear reaching its peak.
For a moment, he didn't know who was crazier.
...
Late at night,
Most of Kingpin's trusted subordinates in New York received orders to come to the group's skyscraper immediately.
Although they didn't know why, no one dared to ask for details, relying on Kingpin's years of prestige, and they all arrived as quickly as possible.
When everyone met,
they asked each other but found that no one knew what had happened.
They could only guess that it might be related to Deadpool, who had recently embarrassed their boss.
Bullseye's expression was normal; he had changed into a new set of clothes and was waiting at the building's entrance.
As Kingpin's chief assassin and personal bodyguard, he often conveyed Kingpin's various directives.
Everyone wanted to go up and say hello, to ask what had happened.
Unfortunately, Bullseye was tight-lipped.
Even after accepting bribes of gold rings and gold Rolexes from others,
he only spoke vaguely.
He said that the boss's ambush today hadn't succeeded again, and he was probably furious, and so on.
Amidst their helplessness, mixed with fear of Kingpin,
they tremblingly entered the conference room on the sixteenth floor.
The conference room lights were off.
It was pitch black, and they could vaguely see someone sitting in the main seat.
No one dared to look too much; they all fumbled their way into the conference room in the dark.
Until everyone had arrived!
Only then did Bullseye walk in.
"Click—"
With a crisp sound, the conference room door was completely locked from the inside.
...
At this point, everyone finally felt something was wrong, and their suspicions grew stronger.
"Bullseye, what are you doing?"
Finally, someone noticed the anomaly and bravely asked.
But Bullseye seemed to ignore them and turned on the lights.
Suddenly, everyone, accustomed to the darkness, had their eyes stung, and muffled curses echoed in the conference room.
After all, they were all prominent figures; most of those sitting there were Hell's Kitchen's gang leaders or some corporate executives.
They had tempers too!
But when they opened their eyes, the sight of what was on the table in front of them made their livers and guts split, scaring them into silence, like geese whose throats had been squeezed.
People kept opening their eyes, but the conference room was very quiet.
Dead silent.
The figure sitting in the middle of the long table finally slowly turned around.