As the days passed, Hong Fei arrived at the forest on time every night. Jessica also arrived earlier each day. As the person involved, she looked forward to the sunset every day far more than Hong Fei did. Master Hong never disappointed anyone. Every night, she would lie on the ground for a long time before dragging her exhausted body back to the city, yet she would appear full of energy again the next day. Furthermore, her strength began to grow rapidly, and other metrics like speed and reaction time also improved. Apart from not dropping any skill cards, Hong Fei was very happy every day.
As Frank brought his men into New York, Hong Fei also began paying attention to local news updates every day. Nothing happened for the first few days, but in the days that followed, news about gang fights and shootouts began to emerge one after another. Two died today, three died tomorrow; the Police seemed like useless trash. Then, warehouses were raided by the Police on one side, and docks were blocked by the Police on the other; it was as if the Police station had suddenly been flooded with a bunch of super-cops.
For the Mafia and The Hand, this was undoubtedly a disaster no less severe than an alien invasion of Earth. Initially, because Frank and his team operated extremely cleanly, both sides, after investigating, indeed believed that they were targeting and snitching on each other. The black bears of the Russian Mafia had never feared anyone; they might temporarily restrain themselves under pressure from a country, but they would never cower due to the strength of a competitor. The Hand was even more so. Their heritage was ancient, and their influence spanned most of the globe.
Although they were still lagging behind HYDRA as a whole, this group played just as many tricks as HYDRA. Consequently, the two sides directly fought until they were bashing each other's brains out. As the Police intervention became more frequent and deeper, both sides finally sensed something unusual. However, at this point, suppressing the conflict between the two sides was no longer so easy. Even if those ancient immortals in The Hand agreed, the people charging on the front lines might not be willing.
If the entire Hand agreed, then the Russian Mafia, who had always believed in fighting to the death unless they were killed, would not agree either. Even if they all wanted to call a truce. Frank "The Punisher" "Three-Cannon" "Eunuch" Castle would firmly disagree! In fact, Frank and his team didn't need to do much. Even knowing someone was secretly sowing discord, neither The Hand nor the Mafia had any intention of stopping. They seemed to have a tacit understanding to simultaneously put the third-party disruptor out of their minds and began to continuously launch attacks on their competitors.
You kill one of mine today, I'll kill two of yours tomorrow. The fire of revenge burned endlessly and was already threatening to spread like a wildfire. Frank led ten men to weave between the two, fishing in troubled waters, turning their originally minor fistfights into knife duels, and escalating lukewarm shootouts into cinematic car chases and killings. In just a few days, both sides suffered casualties, with the Mafia suffering the most severe losses. There was no helping it; who told them that many of their people didn't care about their lives when fighting?
Naturally, the people of The Hand would not show mercy either. The underworld isn't just about fighting and killing; it's about human relationships and worldly wisdom. This saying really didn't fit here at all. Both sides really seemed to only want to fight and kill, with absolutely no regard for human relationships or worldly wisdom. After listening to Frank's report, Hong Fei thought for a while. "Next, you should slowly withdraw from their battle. Things have reached such a point that it can't be stopped with just a word or two from either side.
Besides, their actions are too big; I suspect the Police will soon be unable to sit still. Next, they will most likely dispatch more personnel from outside New York, and they might even carry out some kind of decapitation strike. When you discover that a big figure in the Mafia has suddenly died one day, that's when you go out and help them." "How do you know it will definitely be a big figure from the Mafia who dies?" Of course, it was because there were some non-human entities within The Hand! "Don't worry about that; I'm just guessing.
That's roughly the idea, but you still need to weigh things carefully and make sure not to mess it up. Although they don't seem to care about you on the surface, that doesn't mean they don't want to find you. And the best state right now is to keep them in balance." Frank paused for a moment and replied: "I understand. Then I will have this group return first and bring in a new batch." "No problem, make your own decisions." Putting down the phone, Hong Fei stretched comfortably. Not long after, a knock on the door sounded. "Come in."
The door was pushed open, and a long, large head appeared first. After entering, Samuel wore a fawning smile on his face, stepped forward quickly, and said: "Boss, I have two things to tell you." "Speak." "First, regarding the tank sales, four parties have provided quotes, and I have also opened up a new buyer, so we now have a total of five clients." "Oh? You have this ability?" Hong Fei raised an eyebrow. "Which ones are they?" Samuel puffed out his chest and said confidently: "China..." "Cough, cough, cough..." Hong Fei coughed while raising his hand to stop him from continuing.
He took a sip of water to moisten his throat, sat back down, and looked at the bewildered Samuel, momentarily unsure whether to praise him or just kill him outright. Tanks, of course, had to be sold; fifty million each was not a small amount of money. Hmm, mainly because Dr. Helen Cho spent too aggressively, and Master Hong was feeling insecure again. But this thing could not be sold to just anyone! Because, in essence, this was not business. Especially when it came to friends Hong Fei had just made, it was even more impossible to do. Otherwise, why would he need Samuel?
Couldn't he just talk to them face-to-face himself? This Big Head really was courting death! Sighing inwardly, he tapped the table and said: "Forget about this one. Give me the list of the other four; I will go handle the delivery myself. Tell me your second matter." Samuel was a bit puzzled, but since Hong Fei had made his decision, he could only assume that his boss was unwilling to cheat his fellow countrymen. Speaking of the second matter, Samuel's eyes lit up: "Boss, Abomination's blood and body tissues have already been extracted, and research is currently underway.
he has now fully recovered, but he seems to have no intention of resisting. He has just been very restless lately, and furthermore, he has just personally expressed to me his desire to go to the battlefield. He says that as long as he can fight, he can fully accept your orders." Hong Fei's eyes couldn't help but flicker. "Does he know who I am?" "He certainly doesn't know that, but he has already guessed that the person who imprisoned him is not General Ross, nor is it any other Military force."
Samuel licked his lips and pointed to his own Big Head, saying: "Boss, I feel that what he said is credible." Undoubtedly, Samuel must have used his Telepathy ability to discern the truth of what Abomination said. However, this matter was not that simple. "You can guarantee that his words are true at this moment, but I care more about whether he will suddenly change his mind in the next second. Abomination is no longer the Colonel Bronski of before.
Don't let his calm demeanor fool you—this version might seem more reasonable than the raging Hulk, but that thin veneer of rationality could shatter at any moment. Beneath the surface seethes a storm of anger, brutality, and bloodlust. One slip, and he'd crush your skull before you could blink. Appearances deceive. The angry Hulk? Just an overgrown child craving space and playtime.
The rational Abomination has always been a violent individual who worships destruction, slaughter, and ruin. Samuel recognized that truth instantly. But this wasn't some suicidal power play against Master Hong—no, he had a sharper plan. They could weaponize Abomination's chaos, harness it for their own ends. Collateral damage? Innocent lives? Meaningless details. Samuel didn't waste a single thought on them.