In the pouring rain, Matthew and the bald man locked eyes; the air was thick with a provocative and dangerous atmosphere.
Seeing that he couldn’t get the information he wanted from Matthew, the bald man began to tighten his finger on the trigger…
However, just at this moment—
—Click!
Amidst the dense sound of raindrops, a clear sound of a firearm being cocked pierced through the rain curtain, appearing exceptionally abrupt.
“Fuck! I’ve said it before! When going out for a gang fight, load your weapons first! Are you all deaf!?” the bald man roared at his lackeys beside him.
But soon, a cold sensation at the back of his head made him calm down instantly.
Someone who dealt with firearms all day, he knew very well that it was the sensation of a gun barrel.
“Sorry, I’m not deaf.”
As the words fell, a chubby figure walked out from the shadows of the rainy night.
Walls’ uniform was already soaked through by the rain, and although the standard-issue pistol in his hand was trembling slightly from nervousness, it was still pressed firmly against the back of the bald man’s head.
As a patrol Officer, he had never intended to get involved in this kind of gang conflict, and even after seeing Matthew walk into Hells Kitchen alone, he had already decided not to follow.
But for some reason, at the thought of that figure about the same age as his own daughter, he had turned back halfway and inexplicably intervened in what seemed to be a gang fight.
By the time he regretted it, it was already too late.
At this moment, he was trapped in a desperate situation with no way forward or back; a single misstep could cost him his life here.
“Officer, you only make that little salary a month, why are you risking your life?” the bald man said with a provocative tone.
“There are so many of us, and you’re just one… Even if you kill me, do you really think you can walk out of Hells Kitchen alive?”
Facing the bald man’s mockery, Walls really wanted to say something like ‘Is it too late for me to leave now?’, but when the words reached his lips, they turned into something else: “Cut the crap! Put down your gun! Release the hostage immediately!”
“…Hostage? Who are you talking about?” the bald man looked confused.
We don’t have any hostages on our side?
If anything, you’ve taken me as a hostage…
“Don’t play dumb! Of course, it’s that little girl!”
“Huh? Me?” Nicole, who hadn’t fully recovered from her grief, pointed at herself in confusion.
When did I become a hostage?
Hadn’t she always been following Mr.
Matthew voluntarily?
“Officer Walls! I have turned over a new leaf and decided to release the hostage! You can take her now!” Matthew shouted.
Then he whispered to Nicole: “You go with him first, then go to the front desk of the Umbrella Corporation and say that Matthew Lawrence sent you. They will arrange things for you properly.”
“But… but what about you, sir? You came to Hells Kitchen because of me, I can’t…”
“Don’t say anything more, do as I say.” Matthew said, raising his foot and giving Nicole a kick on the butt.
What does a brat like you know!
When the fighting starts later, who’s going to be able to look after you…
Nicole, having received a kick on the butt, stumbled over to Walls’ side.
Seeing that one side had released the “hostage”, Walls breathed a sigh of relief.
While keeping his gun pressed tightly against the bald man’s head, which was still reflecting a faint glimmer in the rainy night, he slowly moved backward, while loudly warning:
“Our reinforcements will be here soon! I advise you all not to make any futile resistance; the end of your Maggia is coming soon!”
However, soon, his gradually retreating steps were suddenly forced to stop…
He turned his head to look.
Under the dim streetlights, a burly figure in a blue suit, with an exceptionally strange head shape, holding a Thompson submachine gun, had somehow blocked his path like an iron wall.
Behind that person stood dozens of subordinates, also holding submachine guns, their gazes icy.
Before he could react!
That figure grabbed Walls by the collar, followed by a headbutt that knocked him to the ground, where he passed out instantly.
The figure looked down at the unconscious Walls and the cowering Nicole on the ground, spat disdainfully on the floor, and stepped over them.
“Pfft! Talking about the ‘end of Maggia’? I thought Kingpin had arrived… but it turns out it’s just a tiny New York patrol Officer.”
He pulled a white handkerchief from his pocket, wiped away the bloodstains on his forehead, and then slowly walked completely out of the shadows.
His voice resounded deeply amidst the sound of the rain: “A little patrol Officer dares to act wild on my Maggia territory? It seems many people have forgotten the reputation of ‘Hammerhead’!”
Hammerhead said, walking slowly out from under the light.
Hammerhead, originally named Joseph.
He had once suffered a serious head injury in a gang conflict, and later, an unknown black-market Doctor installed an expensive Vibranium steel plate for this oddly-shaped man.
Because of the special effects of Vibranium, which absorbs energy and has high hardness, Hammerhead gained a head that couldn’t be harmed even by sword slashes or axe chops. This chapter was taken from novelping.com without permission.
It was precisely because of this head that the underworld rumored him to be an immortal monster, capable of surviving even with a bullet to the head.
Word of mouth spread, and the once-unknown Maggia, under Hammerhead’s leadership, rose rapidly in status!
Eventually becoming one of the top gangs in Hells Kitchen.
However…
do the gangs in New York have some kind of mental illness?
Or are they all sharpshooters?
Otherwise, why do they all shoot at his head during gunfights?
Does having an Iron-head come with a built-in taunt?
In Matthew’s view, if just one person with bad aim had shot at his femoral artery or heart, they wouldn’t have hyped up something with a steel plate welded to its head like that…
“I know you, Matthew Lawrence… the recently appointed security chief of Umbrella Corporation.” Hammerhead took a pre-cut and lit cigar from his lackey and took a deep puff.
In the rainy night, the smoke drifted far away.
“Considering your position, I can give you a chance.” He held the cigar in his mouth, looking at Matthew standing alone in the middle of the street, his expression arrogant.
“Give a portion of the assets your father left behind to Maggia, and I’ll spare your life. What do you think?”
In his view, Matthew was already a sitting duck.
If he still wanted to live, he had to agree to his demands!
Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to leave Hells Kitchen alive!
“Boss, and my younger brother.” The bald man reminded from the side.
“…”
“Right, and his younger brother.” Hammerhead added.
Matthew, standing where he was, heard this and acted as if he hadn’t heard clearly, picking his ear with his pinky finger, then scoffed:
“Listening to you… I, a security chief of an international enterprise that manages pharmaceuticals, military industry, and high-tech. I have to listen to the orders of a street thug like you, who has to fight with others just for territory, if I want to live? Not only that, but I have to hand over my family assets with both hands?”
“Did you drink too much fake alcohol, you motherfucker!?” Matthew suddenly raised his voice and retorted angrily!
“It’s fine to fool your own people with a steel plate in your head, but do you really think you’re a big shot? At the end of the day, you’re just a third-rate gang leader, who gave you the guts to threaten me?”
“If this were before…” Matthew paused suddenly, then changed his tone: “No! Even now! I can still plant you in the ground and make you cosplay as a ginseng root, do you believe me!”