I, a major figure in one of Hell's Kitchen's largest gangs, got robbed!?
Are you f***ing kidding me!?
Hammerhead's already ferocious face instantly turned a purplish red, as if he'd been violently slapped.
He had just finished issuing threats to Wesley, Kingpin's representative, declaring that no one dared provoke the Maggia, and now someone was causing trouble in his territory!
He could almost see Wesley's barely concealed smirk.
Rage shot straight to his head. Hammerhead roughly shoved aside two alluring card dealers, stood up abruptly, and glowered at the subordinate who had brought the news.
"Was it the Devil's Gang!?"
"No, it wasn't the Devil's Gang," the subordinate quickly replied.
This answer didn't calm Hammerhead down; instead, it was like pouring a bucket of oil onto a fire!
His eyes were filled with hostility, and his voice was terrifyingly low: "It seems our Maggia hasn't made a statement in too long, so now any insignificant nobody dares to jump out and step on us!"
"Tell me, how many people did the opposition send!?"
Facing his boss, who was so furious he looked ready to devour someone, the subordinate swallowed hard and slowly raised a finger, trembling.
"A hundred people?"
Hammerhead furrowed his brow; that was a considerable size.
"No, one person."
"?"
Hammerhead froze, wondering if he had misheard.
"Are you sure you're not joking?"
"It's true, Boss!"
After confirming it repeatedly, Hammerhead's roar echoed through the private room.
"One person dared to make trouble in the Maggia's territory? Where the hell are our people!?"
The subordinate shrank his neck, having been yelled at: "That person's marksmanship is very accurate. They've already taken out over thirty of our men. We couldn't stop them at all."
"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"
Hammerhead clenched his fists until his knuckles cracked, grinding his teeth: "I'd like to see which reckless bastard dares to..."
Boom—!!
A massive explosion interrupted him!
The wall of the private room was blown open, and smoke and rubble instantly filled the entire space!
A figure appeared leisurely. The Golden Desert Eagle in his hand glittered under the lights, almost too dazzling to look at directly.
Du Mu strolled into the room, his gaze casually sweeping over the astonished crowd before finally settling on Hammerhead, that large-headed man.
"You're the Iron Head guy?"
Iron Head?
Is he talking about me?
Hammerhead was confused, glaring menacingly at the unwelcome visitor: "It was you, this reckless idiot, who was causing trouble in my territory!?"
Du Mu spread his hands, his tone calm: "Can't be helped. You wouldn't give me the money, so I had no choice but to take it."
Hammerhead's mouth twitched violently.
Take it if they don't give it? This way of operating was even more criminal than their own gang!
"Kill him for me!"
Hammerhead could no longer hold back. The murderous intent in his eyes surged, and he roared the command!
As his voice fell, the gangsters around him pulled out their guns and opened fire!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—!
A rapid series of gunshots exploded in the private room. A hail of bullets whistled towards Du Mu!
Du Mu rolled to the side to dodge, muttering: "Shooting at the slightest disagreement, local gangs really have no manners."
Dead Eye!
Time suddenly slowed down. Du Mu didn't even look, raising his gun and firing.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Five gangsters instantly had their heads explode like flowers, collapsing straight to the ground.
The remaining gangsters were stunned, frantically pulling their triggers even harder. Bullets rained down on Du Mu like water!
However, against Du Mu, who was essentially cheating, their resistance was futile.
Gunshots rang out one after another, accompanied by brief screams. Gangsters fell like mown wheat.
Tens of seconds later, the private room was strewn with bodies. Only Hammerhead and Wesley remained alive.
"Pah! Coward!"
Hammerhead looked with disdain at Wesley, who was hiding under the sofa, then crawled out from behind another sofa.
"Who exactly are you, and who sent you!"
Hammerhead stared warily at Du Mu.
He might look like a brute, but he wasn't stupid. This person was clearly coming for him.
"Since you figured it out, I won't pretend anymore."
Du Mu's expression became serious: "That's right, I'm an NYPD officer. My superiors sent me to arrest you."
In fact, Du Mu had accepted a S.H.I.E.L.D. mission to investigate the abnormal gang leader, Hammerhead.
Normally, S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't deal with gangs, but intelligence on Hammerhead indicated he was highly unusual. People had witnessed him being shot in the head without injury and even headbutting and overturning a speeding car—things a normal person couldn't do.
Therefore, Nick Fury sent Du Mu to Hell's Kitchen to investigate.
If the intelligence was true, he was to bring him back to the research department.
As for whether this was legal...
What the NYPD does has nothing to do with S.H.I.E.L.D., right?
"You're an NYPD officer?"
Hammerhead looked at the blinding Golden Desert Eagle in Du Mu's hand, his expression odd.
Are the NYPD so wealthy now?
Hammerhead's eyes flickered, and he said darkly: "No matter who you are, leave now, and I'll pretend nothing happened."
Perhaps out of fear of Du Mu's identity and power, Hammerhead chose to temporarily back down.
Du Mu resolutely refused: "How can I? I still need to arrest you and report back."
"Then there's nothing to discuss! Go to hell!"
Before he finished speaking, Hammerhead suddenly lunged at Du Mu like a wild beast!
Bang!
A dull gunshot sounded.
Hammerhead merely tilted his head slightly. A golden bullet was lodged right on his forehead, spinning fruitlessly but unable to penetrate any further, eventually falling powerlessly to the ground.
"Hahaha! It's useless!"
Hammerhead easily flicked away the bullet mark on his forehead, laughing hysterically: "I'm invincible! Even bullets can't harm me!"
Du Mu was slightly surprised. He hadn't expected this guy to really be able to withstand a bullet.
Having blocked Du Mu's shot, Hammerhead's expression grew even more arrogant. He aggressively patted his large skull and roared a challenge at Du Mu:
"Come on, you bastard! Keep shooting here! I'd like to see—Aargh! My leg!!"
Accompanied by a crisp gunshot.
Hammerhead suddenly collapsed, clutching his bleeding, hairy leg and howling in pain.
"Wh-Why... didn't you shoot my head?!"
Hammerhead's pain was mixed with incredulous confusion.
In truth, his head had suffered severe trauma during a brutal gang shootout. Later, a doctor replaced his entire skull with a solid alloy plate, granting him an impervious head.
This was the source of the so-called immortal rumors that made him famous in the underworld.
He never expected that Du Mu, this dishonorable guy, would shoot him in the knee!
"Nonsense! You're called Iron Head, so even your toes know your head's hard as an iron lump. Why would I keep shooting there? Am I sick?"
Du Mu looked at him as if he were an idiot. If he hadn't instinctually shot the head first, Hammerhead wouldn't have even had a chance to brag.
Hammerhead: "..."
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