I, one of Hell's Kitchen's biggest gangs, got robbed!?
Are you kidding me!?
Hammerhead's already fierce face instantly turned liver-colored, as if he'd been slapped hard.
Just moments ago, he'd finished making threats in front of Wesley, Kingpin's spokesman, declaring that no one dared to provoke the Maggia, and now someone dared to cause trouble on his turf!
He could even imagine Wesley's barely suppressed smirk.
Rage shot straight to his head; Hammerhead roughly pushed aside two seductive dealers, stood up abruptly, and glared viciously at the subordinate who brought the news.
"Was it the Demon Gang!?"
"No, it's not the Demon Gang's people," the subordinate quickly replied.
This answer, far from calming Hammerhead, was like pouring a bucket of oil onto a fire!
His eyes surged with malevolence, and his voice was terrifyingly low: "It seems our Maggia hasn't asserted its dominance in too long; now any insignificant nobody dares to step out and stomp on us!"
"Tell me, how many people did the other side send!?"
Facing his boss, who was so enraged he looked ready to devour someone, the subordinate swallowed hard, then slowly raised a trembling finger.
"A hundred people?"
Hammerhead's brows furrowed into a knot; that was a considerable force.
"No, it was one person."
"?"
Hammerhead froze, wondering if there was something wrong with his ears.
"Are you sure you're not joking?"
"It's true, boss!"
After repeated confirmation, Hammerhead's roar echoed through the private room.
"One person dares to run wild on my Maggia's turf? Where have all our people gone!?"
The subordinate flinched from the shouting: "That person's marksmanship is very accurate; he's already taken down more than thirty of our men. We couldn't stop him at all."
"Useless! A bunch of useless people!"
Hammerhead clenched his fists until his knuckles cracked, gritting his teeth: "I'd like to see which suicidal bastard dares..."
Boom—!!
A massive explosion interrupted him!
The private room wall was blasted open, and smoke and debris instantly filled the entire space!
A figure leisurely appeared, the golden Desert Eagle in his hand glinting under the lights, almost blinding to look at.
Daniel strolled into the private room, his gaze casually sweeping over the astonished crowd, finally settling on Hammerhead, the big-headed doll.
"Are you the one called Iron Head?"
Iron Head?
Is he talking about me?
Hammerhead was confused, glaring menacingly at the uninvited guest: "Are you the suicidal bastard causing trouble on my turf!?"
Daniel spread his hands, his tone flat: "No choice. You wouldn't give me money, so I had to take it."
Hammerhead's mouth twitched violently.
Just take it if they don't give it? This way of doing things was even more gangster than their gang!
"Kill him for me!"
Hammerhead could no longer hold back; his eyes blazed with murderous intent, and he roared out the command!
As his words fell, the gangsters around him pulled out their guns and fired!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—!
A series of rapid gunshots exploded in the private room, and volleys of bullets whistled towards Daniel!
Daniel rolled to the side to dodge, muttering: "They start shooting without a word; these local gangs are really impolite."
God of Death's Eye!
Time abruptly slowed, and Daniel, without even looking, raised his gun and fired.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Five gangsters instantly had their heads explode, falling straight to the ground.
The remaining gangsters were greatly alarmed and pulled their triggers even more frantically, bullets raining down on Daniel!
However, in front of Daniel, this cheat, their resistance was futile.
Gunshots rang out one after another, accompanied by short screams, as one gangster after another fell like cut wheat.
Ten seconds later, the private room was littered with bodies; only Hammerhead and Wesley remained alive.
"Pah! Coward!"
Hammerhead glanced disdainfully at Wesley, who was cowering under the sofa, then crawled out from under another sofa.
"Who exactly are you, and who sent you!"
Hammerhead watched Daniel warily.
He looked like a brute, but he wasn't stupid; this person was clearly here for him.
"Since you've figured it out, I won't pretend anymore."
Daniel's expression became serious: "That's right, I'm a New York police officer. My superiors sent me to arrest you."
In fact, Daniel had taken a mission from S.H.I.E.L.D. to investigate Hammerhead, an unusual gang leader.
Normally, gangs weren't S.H.I.E.L.D.'s business, but intelligence on Hammerhead showed he was highly unusual; someone had witnessed him being shot in the head without harm, and he could even ram his head into a speeding car. This was something no normal person could do.
Fury therefore sent Daniel to Hell's Kitchen to investigate.
If the intelligence was true, he would simply apprehend him and hand him over to the research department.
As for whether doing so was legal...
What did the actions of a New York police officer have to do with S.H.I.E.L.D.?
"You're a New York police officer?"
Hammerhead looked at the blinding golden Desert Eagle in Daniel's hand, his expression strange.
Is the NYPD that rich now?
Hammerhead's eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice: "No matter who you are, leave now, and I'll pretend nothing happened."
Perhaps wary of Daniel's identity and strength, Hammerhead chose to back down temporarily.
Daniel flatly refused: "How could I? I still need to arrest you and report back."
"Then there's nothing to discuss. Go to hell!"
Before his words finished, Hammerhead's body surged like a Beast, charging fiercely at Daniel!
Bang!
A dull gunshot rang out.
Hammerhead merely tilted his head slightly; a golden bullet was embedded in his forehead, spinning fruitlessly at high speed but unable to penetrate further, finally falling weakly to the ground.
"Hahahaha! Useless!"
Hammerhead easily flicked away the bullet's indentation on his forehead, laughing wildly: "I am an unkillable being! Not even bullets can harm me!"
Daniel was a little surprised; he hadn't expected this guy could actually withstand bullets.
After resisting Daniel's shooting, Hammerhead's expression grew even more arrogant. He slapped his large head hard and provocatively roared at Daniel:
"Come on, you bastard! Keep shooting here! I'd like to see—ah, ah, ah, my leg!!"
Accompanied by a crisp gunshot.
Hammerhead suddenly collapsed to the ground, howling in pain, clutching his bleeding, hairy leg.
"Wh-why... didn't you shoot me in the head?!"
Hammerhead's pain was mixed with incredulous confusion.
In fact, his head had suffered severe damage in a brutal gang Firefight, and a Doctor later replaced it with a solid alloy skull, giving him an invulnerable head.
It was because of this that the so-called 'immortal' rumors began, making him famous in the underworld.
But he never expected that Daniel, this guy who disregarded martial ethics, would shoot him in the knee!
"Nonsense! You're called Iron Head; even a toe-brain knows your head is as hard as an iron lump. Why would I keep shooting there? Am I sick?"
Daniel had an expression like he was looking at an idiot; if he hadn't instinctively shot at the head with his first shot, Hammerhead wouldn't even have had a chance to complain.
Hammerhead: "."