I'm one of the biggest gangs in Hell's Kitchen, and I got robbed!?
Are you kidding me!?
Hammer Head's already fierce face instantly turned a liver-like purple, as if he had been slapped hard.
Just after he had made threats in front of Kingpin's spokesman, Wesley, claiming that no one dared to provoke the Maggia Gang, someone dared to cause trouble in his territory!
He could even imagine Wesley's uncontrollable smirk.
Rage shot straight to his head. Hammer Head roughly pushed aside two coquettish dealers, stood up abruptly, and glared at his subordinate who brought the news.
"Was it the Devil Gang!?"
"No, it wasn't the Devil Gang's people," the subordinate quickly replied.
This answer, instead of calming Hammer Head, was like pouring a bucket of oil onto a fire!
His eyes were filled with ferocity, and his voice was terrifyingly low: "It seems our Maggia Gang hasn't asserted its dominance in too long, and now any insignificant trash dares to jump out and step on us!"
"Tell me, how many people did the other side send!?"
Facing his boss, who was so enraged he looked like he could eat someone, the subordinate swallowed hard and slowly held up one finger, trembling.
"A hundred people?"
Hammer Head's brow furrowed into a knot; that was no small force.
"No, it was one person."
"?"
Hammer Head froze, wondering if there was something wrong with his ears.
"Are you sure you're not joking?"
"It's true, boss!"
After repeated confirmation, Hammer Head's roar echoed through the private room.
"One person dares to run wild in my Maggia Gang's territory? Where did all our people go!?"
The subordinate flinched from the shouting: "That person's marksmanship is very accurate. He's already taken out over thirty of our men. We can't stop him at all."
"Useless! A bunch of useless people!"
Hammer Head clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, and gritted his teeth: "I'd like to see which suicidal bastard dares to..."
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 impossible to look at directly.
Du Mu strolled into the private room, his gaze casually sweeping over the astonished crowd, finally settling on Hammer Head, the big-headed doll.
"You're that Iron Head Skill?"
Iron Head Skill?
Is he calling me?
Hammer Head was confused, glaring ferociously at the uninvited guest: "You're the suicidal thing causing trouble in my territory!?"
Du Mu spread his hands, his tone flat: "No choice, you wouldn't give me money, so I had to take it."
Hammer Head's mouth twitched violently.
Take it if they don't give it? This way of doing things was even more gangster than their gang!
"Kill him!"
Hammer Head could no longer hold back, his killing intent surged, and he roared out the order!
As soon as his words fell, the gangsters around him pulled out their guns and started shooting!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—!
A series of rapid gunshots exploded in the private room, and a hail of bullets whistled towards Du Mu!
Du Mu dodged by rolling to the side, muttering, "They shoot at the slightest disagreement, these local gangs are really impolite."
Death's Eyes!
Time abruptly slowed down. Du Mu didn't even look, raising his gun and firing.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Five gangsters instantly had their heads blown open, falling straight to the ground.
The remaining gangsters were greatly alarmed, pulling their triggers even more frantically, bullets raining down on Du Mu!
However, in front of Du Mu, their resistance was futile.
Gunshots rang out one after another, accompanied by short screams, and one gangster after another fell like cut wheat.
After a dozen seconds, the private room was littered with bodies, and only Hammer Head and Wesley remained alive on the scene.
"Pah! Coward!"
Hammer Head scornfully glanced at Wesley, who was cowering under the sofa, then crawled out from under another sofa.
"Who exactly are you, and who sent you!"
Hammer Head eyed Du Mu warily.
He might seem 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."
Du Mu's expression became serious: "That's right, I'm NYPD, and my superiors sent me to arrest you."
In fact, Du Mu had taken on a S.H.I.E.L.D. mission to investigate Hammer Head, this unusual gang boss.
Normally, gangs weren't S.H.I.E.L.D.'s concern, but intelligence on Hammer Head showed he was extremely unusual. Someone had witnessed him being shot in the head without a scratch, and even able to ram a speeding car with his head, which was far beyond what a normal person could do.
Fury therefore sent Du Mu to Hell's Kitchen to investigate.
If the intelligence was true, he was to be brought back and handed over to the research department.
As for whether doing so was legal...
What NYPD did, what did it have to do with S.H.I.E.L.D.?
"You're NYPD?"
Hammer Head looked at the dazzling golden desert eagle in Du Mu's hand, his expression strange.
Is NYPD that rich now?
Hammer Head's eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice, "No matter who you are, leave here now, and I'll pretend nothing happened."
Perhaps wary of Du Mu's identity and strength, Hammer Head chose to back down temporarily.
Du Mu flatly refused: "How could I? I still need to arrest you and report back."
"Then there's nothing to discuss, then die!"
Before his words finished, Hammer Head's body surged like a Beast, charging fiercely at Du Mu!
Bang!
A muffled gunshot rang out.
Hammer Head merely tilted his head slightly, a golden bullet embedded in his forehead, spinning fruitlessly at high speed, unable to penetrate further, finally falling weakly to the ground.
"Hahaha! Useless!"
Hammer Head easily flicked away the bullet mark on his forehead with his finger, laughing wildly: "I am an unkillable existence! Not even bullets can harm me!"
Du Mu was a little surprised, not expecting this guy could really withstand bullets.
After resisting Du Mu's shooting, Hammer Head's expression became even more arrogant. He forcefully patted his massive head, shouting provocatively at Du Mu:
"Come on, you bastard! Keep shooting here! I'd like to see... Ah ah ah, my leg!!!"
Accompanied by a crisp gunshot.
Hammer Head suddenly collapsed to the ground, howling and clutching his bleeding, hairy leg.
"Wh-why... why didn't you shoot me in the head?!"
Hammer Head's pain was mixed with incredulous confusion.
In fact, his head had been severely injured in a brutal gang shootout, and later, the Doctor had replaced it with a solid alloy skull, giving him an invulnerable head.
It was precisely because of this that the so-called 'immortal' rumors spread, making him famous in the underworld.
The result was completely unexpected: Du Mu, this guy who didn't play by the rules, actually shot him in the knee!
"Nonsense! You're called Iron Head Skill, so even with your toes, you'd know your head is as hard as iron. Why would I keep shooting there? Am I sick?"
Du Mu had a look of someone staring at an idiot; if he hadn't instinctively shot at the head first, Hammer Head wouldn't even have had the chance to complain.
Hammer Head: "..."