Chapter 158 Supergirl, Lord of the Nine Hells
Times Square, Manhattan.
Ni Kun stood in front of a store, looking at the dazzling array of women's clothing inside. He hesitated for a while and did not go in.
He wanted to bring some clothes back for Zhu Yuyan, Kankan and the others.
With the figures of these seductresses, if they put on some modern clothes and danced the devil dance, they would definitely be very seductive.
Although the ladies are very beautiful in their ancient costumes, and they are particularly attractive when dancing the demon dance in Dunhuang flying dresses, it is still refreshing to change the taste occasionally.
Unfortunately, Ni Kun was short of money, with only twenty-odd dollars in his pocket, and couldn't even afford a pair of white stockings.
“I have to find a place to make some money.”
Ni Kun stroked his chin and thought for a while, then went to a hotel lobby to get a free tourist map. After browsing it, he walked to his destination while admiring the long-lost modern city scenery.
The destination where he planned to make his fortune was not too far from Times Square. He arrived there after just an hour or so of leisurely sightseeing.
Looking at the cold and dark area with few pedestrians, the atmosphere was completely different from that of the Midtown area. It was just across the street, but it seemed like a dark block dividing the two worlds. Ni Kun walked in without hesitation.
This is Hell's Kitchen, New York's criminal haven.
This is a lawless place that normal people and police avoid as much as possible, filled with all kinds of gang members, drug lords, super criminals, perverted killers, and anti-human mad scientists. It is also a Feng Shui treasure land for superheroes to do their daily business.
Ni Kun walked on a relatively smooth street, admiring the chaotic graffiti full of artistic imagination on the exterior walls of buildings of varying heights on both sides.
Some graffiti is simply outlined with bullet holes and then sprayed with colored paint, giving people a sense of violent beauty with great artistic tension.
There are many cars parked on the street.
Many car doors and even windows were covered with messy bullet holes of varying ages, silently telling of the unique passionate customs of Hell's Kitchen.
There were few pedestrians along the way.
The few pedestrians that were seen occasionally were all looking around vigilantly and walking quickly, looking like agents busy on their way to make contacts.
Although there were not many pedestrians, Ni Kun could clearly feel that there were always more or less eyes staring at him from the windows of the tall buildings and old apartments on both sides of the street. It was not until he walked out of a certain range that those vigilant and surveillance eyes gradually withdrew.
Ni Kun also saw the "Six-Fingered Black Hand" badge of Lord Wu'an in an alley full of all kinds of garbage, and there was a line of advertisement below: This Saturday, at the old place, a beautiful pastor will preach passionately, witness the miracle happen!
There is a graffiti of a middle finger raised under the advertisement, as well as a curse in the United States: Fake! Six-fingered child!
There is a skull graffiti below, and a bloody warning: Those who insult our Lord must pay the price. The fool above will become one of the sacrifices for our Lord. Don't miss him, and don't learn from him!
"The Six Fingers' Church has infiltrated Manhattan Island! But then again, aren't there countless potential Six Fingers believers in places like Hell's Kitchen?"
While admiring this graffiti forum, a gust of evil wind blew at the back of my head.
Ni Kun tilted his head slightly, and a huge black fist brushed past his ear and fell into the air.
"watt?"
A doubtful voice sounded, and Ni Kun turned around and saw a dark-skinned young man looking at him in surprise. It was obvious that he did not expect that the sneak attack from behind would miss.
"Why did you hit me?" Ni Kunqi asked, "If it's a robbery, shouldn't you use courtesy first and then force?"
When hooligans commit robbery, they usually first threaten their target with a knife or a pistol, and then politely ask to borrow some money.
At this time, as long as you take out twenty dollars in change, you can basically pass.
Generally speaking, there will be no bloodshed and the gangsters will not be greedy.
However, this dark-skinned young man obviously broke some of the unspoken rules. How could he just punch someone on the back of the head without saying a word?
"Hey, you think I'm 'borrowing money'? No, I'm just playing the game of 'knock down passers-by'."
The dark-skinned young man grinned fiercely and suddenly punched Ni Kun in the face.
The Knock Out Passerby game is a bad game invented by a group of bored young people.
They randomly select innocent passers-by as targets, regardless of gender, age or strength, and attack them unexpectedly, hoping to knock them down with one punch, and they enjoy doing this.
After that, they will post the video of knocking down passers-by on social platforms to show off.
Ni Kun would not tolerate the temper of these "game players" who enjoyed hurting others in real life. He punched them directly, and with a bang, the dark-skinned young man's entire hand was smashed into pieces.
Before the pain could reach the dark-skinned young man's mind, Ni Kun kicked out again, with his toes touching the dark-skinned young man's knee, directly breaking his knee.
The dark-skinned young man screamed and fell to the ground. Ni Kun sneered:
"From now on, you will be the target of other players' games."
He put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked away.
In the next half day, Ni Kun walked around most of Hell's Kitchen.
Maybe it was because he looked like he had nothing, and he was tall enough, and his muscles under his tight T-shirt were clearly visible.
Or maybe it's a bit unfathomable that he, an Asian, dares to wander around Hell's Kitchen so nonchalantly and leisurely.
In short, after wandering around for half a day, he didn't run into any idiots like the dark-skinned young man before. The vicious monsters in Hell's Kitchen turned out to be harmless, and no one came to trouble him.
But Ni Kun still felt something was wrong.
Every criminal in Hell's Kitchen has a gun.
If a robbery really takes place, what does being tall and muscular matter in the face of gunfire?
It was not until he came to West 38th Street in Hell's Kitchen and saw the famous "Kingpin Building" that he understood why today's residents of Hell's Kitchen are so "kind and peaceful."
In the sky in front of the Kingpin Building, there was a blonde girl floating. She was wearing a blue tight top, a red miniskirt, and red over-the-knee boots, revealing a snow-white and round absolute area, with a big red cape fluttering behind her.
Just by looking at this classic outfit, you can tell without any guessing that this blonde girl is Superman's cousin, "Supergirl" Kara Zor-El.
"So this is Kingpin refusing to pay back his taxes, so the IRS sent Supergirl to arrest him?"
Ni Kun stood opposite the Jinbing Building, eating melons and watching the fun with great interest.
He wasn't the only one watching the fun.
Today, other areas of Hell's Kitchen were deserted, with all the gang members huddled up and behaving themselves, but around the Kingpin Building, there were crowds of onlookers everywhere who were eager to watch the fun.
Many of them held up their mobile phones and pointed the cameras at Supergirl in the air.
Some old perverts kept moving around looking for angles, trying to take pictures of the super girl's short skirt.
Some fearless old perverts even used binoculars to find the angle...
Ni Kun looked at those perverts with disdain, crossed his arms calmly, and looked up at Supergirl.
He had already noticed at a glance that the super girl was wearing a pair of blue leggings under her red miniskirt, so there was absolutely no way she could be exposed.
At this time, there were several hissing sounds of radio current coming from the Jinping Building, followed by a deep and rich male voice:
"Supergirl, I already paid my taxes and late fees a week ago, why are you still bothering me?"
Supergirl crossed her arms over her chest and said in a clear and cold voice:
"You have only paid back the taxes and late fees you owe, and you still owe $126 million in fines."
The deep and rich male voice cursed in a low voice:
"Damn it, I've already paid the late fee, why are they still fining me? This is against the rules!"
Supergirl said coldly:
“Rules? What qualifications do you have to discuss rules with the IRS?
"You have maliciously evaded taxes many times and used illegal means to avoid taxes. The IRS has long been fed up with you. This $126 million fine is just a small warning.
"If you refuse to pay, expect to spend the rest of your life in IRS jail!"
Jin Bing was silent for a while, and a deep and powerful voice revealed a hint of grievance:
“The damn Holy Lance Ranger Ego Yan destroyed a shipload of my goods from South America and cut off an important source of goods for me, causing me to lose hundreds of millions of dollars... I am preparing to run for mayor of New York this year and have invested a huge amount of campaign funds. I really can’t turn the money around in a short period of time...
"So can you give me some grace for this fine? When I become mayor and have the funds turned around, I can pay double the amount."
As the super overlord of the underground world in New York and even the entire United States, Ni Kun was a little surprised by Jin Bing's aggrieved and compromising look.
He thought Jin Bing would threaten without hesitation:
I have prepared a lot of kryptonite bombs. If you dare to make a move, I will kill you.
Unexpectedly, Jin Bing actually begged for mercy...
But looking at the ferocious-looking, tattooed onlookers around him, who didn't seem to compromise with Kingpin or express any contempt, Ni Kun couldn't help but wonder: Is it possible that there is no kryptonite in this world?
Wouldn't that make Supergirl invincible?
Well, you can't be so arbitrary.
Kryptonians have almost zero magic resistance, so a master of mysticism would have a great chance of defeating them if he handled it properly.
In the face of Kingpin 's plea, Supergirl did not buy it. She just crossed her arms, looked down at the Kingpin Building, and said coldly:
"You're short of money, you're running for mayor, but what does that have to do with me?
"I am only responsible for collecting the fine. Before 6pm, no matter what means you use, whether it is selling fixed assets or borrowing high-interest loans, the fine of 126 million dollars must be transferred to the IRS account! Otherwise, you will go to jail!"
Jin Bing's voice was filled with annoyance:
"Is there no room for maneuver?"
Supergirl's voice remained unchanged: "No."
"Very good!" Jin Bing's voice sounded a little bit gnashing his teeth: "Supergirl, you wait for me, I will... raise the money right away!"
“…”
Ni Kun was speechless. He had thought that Jin Bing would say something harsh and then start a fight, but he didn't expect that he would just give in in the end.
The onlookers also sighed with regret.
I don't know whether I feel sorry for Duracell not showing his dominance, or I feel sorry for him not putting up a brave fight, and being beaten by Supergirl to the point of being unable to take care of himself and then thrown into prison.
"Kim won't resist. Now is a critical period for his mayoral campaign. If he gets caught up with Supergirl for refusing to pay the fine and is thrown into jail, all his efforts will be wasted. Not only will the huge amount of campaign funds he invested in the early stage be thrown into the sea, but his criminal empire may also fall apart. Therefore, he can only try his best to raise money and spend money to avoid disaster."
A long-haired young man wearing a plaid shirt, glasses, and a scruffy beard, who looked like a bit of a otaku and didn't fit in with the fierce and ferocious guys on the street, said lightly.
Seeing that he had made a very clear analysis, Ni Kun approached him and asked:
"So you think that if Kingpin resists, he won't be a match for Supergirl?"
The long-haired guy glanced at Ni Kun calmly:
"Of course. Neither Kingpin's top killer Bullseye nor Kingpin himself can be a match for Supergirl. In fact, in my opinion, no one in the world can be a match for Supergirl."
Ni Kun thought about it and asked tentatively:
"What about the Hulk? He's no match for Supergirl either?"
The long-haired guy shrugged:
"Hulk has been missing for five years. He disappeared two years earlier than Tony Stark. In fact, even if Hulk was still alive, he probably wouldn't be a match for Supergirl. After all, Supergirl can fly, and has many other superpowers such as heat vision and freezing breath. I don't think Hulk is as flexible as her, and his abilities are not as varied as hers."
Ni Kun asked again: "What about the Thunder God?"
The long-haired boy said, "Rumor has it that Thor was banished to another world by his sister."
Ni Kun was a little surprised: "You can't judge a person by his appearance. I didn't expect you to know so much information."
The long-haired guy smiled reservedly: "I make my living from intelligence."
Then he handed Ni Kun a business card:
“As an Asian, you are pretty brave to go shopping in Hell’s Kitchen.
"If Supergirl hadn't come to trouble Kingpin today, and if all the gang members in Hell's Kitchen hadn't had some tax problems, and were afraid of being targeted by Supergirl for tax audits, so they all became very obedient, I doubt what would happen to you now.
"Maybe you'll be captured by a gang and put in a drug factory to do hard labor, or sold to a mad scientist as an experiment, or even dismembered and sold for your organs? After all, you look healthy...
"In such a dangerous place, having only strong muscles is not reliable. I think you also need to hire a reliable bodyguard... As it happens, I also do some intermediary business. If you need me, come to my bar to find me."
Ni Kun took the business card and saw that it said "Sister Margaret's Home for Bad Kids" and the manager was Weasel. Below it was the bar, address, phone number, business scope, etc.
Ni Kun had felt before that this long-haired guy, who was a bit talkative and whose temperament was out of tune with the vicious people around him, but could stand calmly among a group of villains, was quite familiar.
When he saw the business card again, he recalled it briefly and remembered it.
Isn't this Deadpool's best friend, the bar owner who is very tight-lipped, reliable and would never betray his friends?
Since he was this big shot, Ni Kun didn't bother to be polite with him. He took out a twenty-dollar bill and stuffed it into his hand: "I need information now."
"Twenty dollars won't buy you any information." The weasel said lightly, but put the money into his pocket without hesitation.
Ni Kun smiled slightly:
"I just want to know which gang in Hell's Kitchen is the most brutal and inhumane. I don't need specific information, just tell me where the gang's base is."
Weasel shrugged:
"Okay, although you paid a little less, I'll give you a discount since this is your first time buying intelligence from me. West 42nd Street, Blood Wolf Gang. A small gang that has just emerged recently. They are ruthless and use bloody methods. In just half a month since they appeared, at least 30 people have died in their hands, half of whom are ordinary people who have nothing to do with the gang."
Ni Kun asked: "Do they have money?"
The weasel said with certainty: "They dare to rob anyone's money and goods except Jin Bing's money."
Ni Kun raised his hand and patted the weasel on the shoulder:
"Thank you. When I get rich, I will definitely take care of your business."
The weasel shook his head and said in a tone that seemed to be for Ni Kun’s benefit:
“I think you’d better make a will first.
"Of course, if you have money, you can also set up a revenge fund and let me run it. After you die, I will send the best killer to help you avenge.
"Do you know Deadpool? He is my number one killer. And I have business dealings with the Continental Hotel in New York. I can ask them to contact a group of super killers whose bullets can turn corners..."
Ni Kun smiled silently:
"There's no need for that right now...By the way, does Supergirl only work for the IRS?"
The Weasel said, "Of course, as long as you don't owe taxes or do anything else bad, you don't have to worry about Supergirl coming after you."
"Interesting... Did your worldview change drastically after falling into a different world?" Ni Kun pondered for a while, then asked, "Do you know who Supergirl's parents are?"
"Oh, she is an alien who descended from the sky in a flying vehicle. No one knows who her biological parents are. Her adoptive father is a famous lawyer named Asmodeus. By the way, he is also the most famous legal advisor of the Kingpin Group."
"..." Ni Kun blinked, and was even more surprised:
"Asmodeus? Isn't he the Lord of the Nine Hells in DnD? The oldest and most powerful devil, the embodiment of orderly evil... He actually raised Supergirl. No wonder Supergirl only collects taxes... Death and tax payment are inevitable. Isn't paying taxes on time an iron rule that cannot be shaken?"
If the demons of chaotic evil will bring destruction to the world, then the demons of orderly evil may, in certain critical moments, become the force that protects the world.
After all, if the world were destroyed, all order would be gone.
The essence of the Lord of the Nine Hells is that order comes first and evil comes second.
Ni Kun didn't want to provoke such a powerful existence, so he changed the subject:
"Do you know where I can get some adamantium or vibranium?"
The weasel held up his index finger and said, "This information is worth at least $10,000... no, $100,000. Pay first, then get the information."
Ni Kun nodded: "Well, I'll find you at the bar."
After that, the two of them chatted casually while continuing to watch the Super Girls blocking the gold and building.
Honestly speaking, Jin Bing gave in and raised money, and there was no war for either side to fight, so there was actually nothing exciting to watch.
But Supergirl's figure is really great. The tight blue tights clearly outline her perfect breast shape, amazing waist and hip curves, and even the mermaid line on her lower abdomen.
Coupled with those long legs, those two round and white absolute areas...
Supergirl floating there is the most beautiful scenery. She can attract everyone's attention without fighting.
Regardless of whether he was an old pervert or a young gangster, their necks were sore from looking up, but they still couldn't bear to leave.
