Chapter 160 Tony Stark is kidnapped again

It was not until the last moment that the sound of brakes suddenly rang out.

But at this time, Jin Bing had already been knocked out.

at the same time.

In the opposite lane, a car was coming towards this side.

Kingpin, who fell to the ground, felt a sharp pain.

The blood quickly blurred his eyes.

Through the gray windshield, he vaguely saw the female driver who was about to hit him was talking on the phone.

The other party may not have noticed the changes on the road at all.

Although Kingpin tried to dodge, he was hit by the truck and was unable to move.

The car was approaching, showing no sign of slowing down.

It was not until the last moment that the sound of brakes suddenly rang out.

Then the car body swayed forward like a shaking butt, but unfortunately the brakes were not applied in time and the car finally hit him.

Fortunately, the car had begun to slow down by the time it finally hit the person.

But in the end, it still hit him with a "bang".

Although Jin Bing possesses extraordinary defense, he is still overwhelmed by such a collision.

Now he felt every inch of his skin, even his hair, beginning to hurt.

The woman driving the car was so frightened that she was frozen in place.

The man was probably in his fifties, and his golden hair had begun to turn gray.

And her hairstyle, which is like that of a military drill sergeant, suggests that she is either a lesbian or a desperate housewife who is too lazy to comb her hair in the morning.

Jin didn't know why he had so many associations when he saw the driver's appearance.

In his sight, the other person's phone had fallen from his hand, but his hand was still against his ear.

It was as funny as it could be, but it was a pity that he was no longer in a humorous mood.

The woman seemed to finally come to her senses and reached out for the car door, trying to get out.

Jin Bing, who still had a trace of rationality left, wanted to stand up, but saw a figure suddenly standing in front of him.

Peter looked at Kingpin who was hit by two cars in succession, and didn't know whether to say he was lucky or unlucky.

He could have been saved after being hit by a truck, but now he was hit by a speeding car.

Looking at the former gangster with blood gushing from the corner of his mouth, Peter confirmed his condition and turned away.

Watching Peter leave, blood foamed from the corners of Kingpin's mouth, and the black consciousness of nothingness kept attacking his mind, until it was completely submerged in darkness.

The next day, early in the morning.

Peter was leafing through the Daily Bugle.

The newspaper headlines reported that Kingpin had died in a traffic accident.

This emperor of the New York underground underworld has considerable influence in New York.

Many people from the political and business circles expressed their condolences for his unexpected death.

Gwen also noticed the news.

Originally, she wanted to hand over the criminal evidence she found about Jin Bing to reporters or the police so that Jin Bing could be punished by law.

Now seeing the news of Jin Bing's death, she was shocked.

"Why, are you surprised, Gwen?"

At this time, the two were in Peter's room, and Gwen was trying to relieve her morning grumpiness.

When she suddenly saw the news that Jin Bing had died in a traffic accident, she was a little confused.

I didn't intend to kill him last night, so why did he suddenly get into a traffic accident?
What happened after I left last night?
"No, I didn't. I just didn't expect it. After all, it was so sudden."

Gwen didn't know how to tell Peter.

Did you say that you had a fight with Kingpin last night?

But I did it in private and originally intended to keep it secret from Peter.

"He should be brought to justice."

Gwen suddenly felt that this might be the other party's way of evading legal sanctions.

She read Jin Bing's criminal files last night, which were enough to put him in jail for life.

Perhaps this is the other party's way of getting away.

Gwen thought that maybe King wasn't really dead, and this might be a way for him to fake his own death.

"The law will not punish a villain like him."

Peter put down the newspaper. "After all, he has a lot of people in the court and the police station. If you want to trip him up, it's better to bypass them and let public opinion judge him."

He looked at Gwen's somewhat depressed face and said, "But all this is unnecessary. God will judge him."

And I am responsible for sending him to see God.

Peter added in his mind.

Gwen sat down, looked at the daylight outside the window, and felt a little better.

Whether Kingpin is faking his death or really dead, it means that his influence is about to disappear in New York.

This is a good thing.

noon.

Peter asked his neighbor Helen to come out.

Gwen didn't know that Teacher Helen was her neighbor and she was busy with her English paper.

I even forgot about attending the Black Cat concert and the essay assignment assigned by my English teacher.

"Boracay?"

Peter looked at Helen, who was dressed like a mature woman, in surprise and asked her, "Why did you choose this place to meet?"

"So where do you want to go and how long will it take? If time permits, I don't mind."

Helen was wearing a sun hat and sunglasses, and her long legs were visible under her shorts.

Peter looked at the beach in the distance outside the cafe and said to Helen, "Go east from Forest Hills in Queens until you reach the Garden Expressway, then go north until you reach Highway 72, and then go east along Highway 72 to Boracay."

Peter paused for a moment and continued, "It's at least forty-five minutes by car, and you don't mind wasting time on the road."

Helen smiled and took out a pack of Virginia brand ladies' cigarettes from her pocket.

“Believe me, when you live long enough, time is the cheapest thing.”

"You smoke?"

Peter asked her, frowning.

Helen lit a cigarette and said to Peter: "Cigarettes mean a lot to me. Do you know how I fantasize about my own death?"

Without waiting for Peter to answer, she said:

"When I'm old and skinny, I'll walk down the porch and up the driveway, shivering, and it's snowing lightly, and the wind will swirl the snowflakes."

She narrated very calmly.

"I went to the mailbox and took the letter, but when I turned around, I stepped on a piece of ice the size of my foot. My foot slipped, I lost my balance, and my head hit the mailbox. A few hours passed, it was getting dark, and snowflakes fell all over my face, but I was not dead yet."

"After rummaging in his nightgown for a moment, he pulled out a slim lady's cigarette and put it between his lips, lighting it as the last thing he did before succumbing to the hypothermia and meeting his death."

Then she shook her head. "Snow and smoke, sounds romantic, doesn't it? But unfortunately, aging and death seem to be very far away to me."

Putting out the cigarette, she asked Peter, "You killed Kingpin last night, right?"

Seeing that she brought up the business so quickly, Peter turned his attention to her.

"No, he was killed by his own fear."

"That's the fear you unleashed on him. I know Kingpin. He's a cruel but determined guy."

Helen knew that Peter had many tricks that she didn't know about.

Just like the last time in the cafe, I sent myself into hell.

If he didn't find the opponent's weakness, he would probably fall into the trap. "I'm going to talk to you about Jin Bing."

Peter said to her seriously, "King Bing is dead. I want to take over his forces, but it's not convenient for me to show up. Can you help me?"

Although Kingpin is dead, his Fisk Group has not disappeared.

Money, connections, and especially those with super powers, these resources and powers, if he could use them.

Then, when fighting against the so-called heir family from the parallel universe, you will have more bargaining chips.

"I?"

Helen looked at Peter in surprise, "Are you sure you didn't say the wrong thing?"

Even though she saw that her future self and Peter seemed to have a close relationship, it didn't mean that she would board his ship now.

"Shouldn't you go to your Gwen for something like this? She's already living in your house."

Helen pretended to be surprised, "I thought you would be close, but it seems that you don't trust her."

Peter picked up the juice and said, "This is not a question of trust, but a question of positioning. Can you imagine Gwen becoming the leader of the underworld?"

As he spoke, he handed her a bank card.

"Here is five million in funds. I think you should be able to integrate his resources. After all, you used to be a high-ranking member of the Hand."

Helen was slightly stunned when she saw Peter giving her such a large sum of money.

She looked up at Peter and asked, "Do you trust me so much?"

"Do I still have a choice?"

Peter said that the relationship between the two has become so bound, especially after the Queen was born, the two have been in the same boat.

"You are right. Our relationship is very complicated. I am the queen's mother and you are its father. This cannot be denied."

Helen put away the bank card and said to Peter, "I will get the Fisk Group for you. Although your money is just a drop in the bucket, just consider it as a gift from me to you and the Queen."

It suddenly occurred to her.

It looks like the money in this credit card was earned by this guy from buying lottery tickets.

And I was the one who helped him operate it at that time.

Suddenly, I felt a little less touched.

"correct."

Peter took out a piece of paper and handed it to Helen.

"I need to buy some things, some of which are contraband. Can you get them?"

He handed the other party the list of materials that Reed had given him that needed to be purchased.

There were some things in it that he couldn't buy on the black market, so he had to ask Helen for help.

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Looking at the items on the list, Helen suddenly felt that her feelings were in vain.

That's all.
Five million is really not too much.

"Do you think of me as your wish-granting machine?"

Despite saying this, Helen did not reject Peter in the end.

She subconsciously wanted to see if she would really follow the thread of fate.

If the future I saw in the Ghost Swamp was myself, how would I realize it?
night.

Peter finished his meeting with Helen and returned home.

Gwen was cooking with Aunt May.

Her cooking skills are actually quite good, especially Chinese food, which she has learned quite well by following recipes.

In order to make myself like a hostess in this family.

Or the future hostess.

She wanted to learn from Aunt May how to make Peter's favorite food.

After Aunt May was busy in the kitchen for a while, Gwen came out with a bitter face and said to Peter:
"I'm now craving a sip of Radical Soda so that the chemical-filled juice can moisten my dry tongue bed."

Peter looked outside: "There is a vending machine in the supermarket not far away."

"But that's a Merlot machine, and that's the expensive Mountain Dew soda, not Radical."

Gwen said a little frustratedly, "I always have trouble controlling the heat. Chinese food is better. Cold dishes only need to be stirred or boiled in water. I always make mistakes when baking cookies."

Just as Peter was about to explain to her the greatness of Chinese food, Aunt May came into the kitchen after finishing her phone call.

Gwen had no choice but to go in and continue to learn how to make cookies from Aunt May.

Meanwhile, news comes from the Gem Wasp that Peter is monitoring.

One of the wasps that was monitoring Tony Stark transmitted the images to him.

Tony Stark is currently planning to recruit super-powered people to enter the mine tunnels.

So he was under close surveillance.

In the pitch-black night, there is a matte black car that blends in perfectly with the night.

Then, with a whoosh, the headlights came on, and the light hit Tony's face.

Tony, who was just coming out of the hotel, frowned and looked at the car.

He shielded his eyes from the glaring lights with his hands and couldn't see who was sitting in the driver's and passenger seats, but he suddenly felt that they were there, waiting for him.

It seemed like I had made a big mistake by not letting my bodyguard follow me out.

The car's engine was still running when the front door was opened.

Two burly men got out of the car, they were calm and each holding a pistol in his hand.

Tony cursed inwardly, knowing that the other party was coming for him.

He considered his escape route—to the parking lot at the back of the street, or around the block to the right.

Or you can run into the hotel, where there are hotel security personnel and your own bodyguards will arrive soon.

But when he turned around to put his plan into action... a stranger happened to be blocking his way.

The other person was standing at the door carrying a box.

The two looked at each other.

He suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Then he seemed to hear a click in his heart.

Sure enough, the other party pushed him hard and then slammed the hotel door shut.

He was the only one outside the door, facing two assassins with pistols.

"Damn it! You damn bastard!"

Cursing this unknown bastard, every drop of his blood seemed to be roaring.

He pounded on the door hard, and two gunmen behind him approached him calmly.

An unstoppable and inescapable force was approaching him.

"asshole!"

Tony Stark saw the gunman coming and turned and ran.

But the other party had already caught up with him.

Tony, who had no way out, thought to himself: I can handle him. Look at him, he looks like a butt plug. I can definitely deal with him.

He growled, raised his fist and swung it at the other party, but the gunman leaned back and he missed.

Then there was a snap, and Tony only felt a flash before his eyes. The other party had raised the gun and hit him. The barrel of the gun hit him heavily in the face, and the crosshairs scratched his cheek.

Tony Stark's heel accidentally stepped on a small hole in the ground. He stumbled, lost his balance and fell backwards, with his tailbone hitting the asphalt ground.

Before he could figure out what was happening, the barrel of the gun was already pressing against his face, right at the spot where the front sight had just scratched his skin.

The muzzle of the gun is cold, and there will be a stinging sensation when the opponent pushes hard.

"do not move!"

(End of this chapter)