Marvel Riders

Chapter 138: Wiping Out the Thugs “Back up quickly! This guy’s indestructible!” Watching Fang Leng’s unstoppable advance, the gangsters began to panic. One iron fist after another sent the gangsters crashing to the ground. Jin Bing had stationed nothing but fierce, battle-hardened desperados on this island, but this was the first time they’d encountered an enemy as baffling as Fang Leng. A hail of bullets struck his silver battle armor, yet failed to inflict even a scratch. Another wave of enemies burst in from outside the warehouse to provide backup. “I’m done playing with you.” Fang Leng activated the two laser emitters on his battle armor’s arms. He then spun 360 degrees, sending two crimson laser beams slicing through the warehouse. These crimson beams could easily cut through cars and armored vehicles—let alone human bodies. The gangsters inside the warehouse stared in disbelief, their eyes bulging as if they couldn’t believe what they were seeing. One by one, their bodies fell to the ground. The gangsters, sliced clean in two by the laser beams, collapsed, their intestines and internal organs spilling out in a gush. Having eliminated this large group of enemies, Fang Leng smashed open the warehouse doors and strode out with confidence. By now, the base on the island had descended into chaos, with a large group of armed gangsters scrambling frantically. As soon as they spotted Fang Leng reappearing between the buildings, they opened fire on him with every weapon at their disposal. From the window of a nearby building, a hail of Gatling gun fire rained down on Fang Leng. In the dark corners, gang members used sniper rifles to target the seemingly vulnerable spots on his combat armor. Unfortunately, while these weapons might be effective against light armor, they were utterly incapable of penetrating the highly defensive nano-armor. Fang Leng aimed his arm at the Gatling gun in one of the windows, firing a crimson laser beam directly at it. The laser beam pierced a hole right through the gunner’s head. Fang Leng’s gaze fell on a small fuel storage tank nearby, and he fired his laser beam at it. As the tank was destroyed, towering flames engulfed a nearby building. There were still quite a few gang members inside that building. “Aaaah~~~” Amidst the screams, the gang members engulfed in flames convulsed violently; some even leaped directly out of the building’s windows. Fang Leng climbed a little higher, continuously attacking the gang members with his laser beam. Occasionally, a gang member would fire a rocket at him, but Fang Leng easily dodged them. While Fang Leng was locked in a fierce battle with the gang members, the Punisher seized the opportunity to intensify his assault on them. First, he used his sniper rifle to pick off gang members amidst the chaos. Through the scope of the Punisher’s sniper rifle, the crosshairs locked onto the head of a gang member manning a machine gun. “I’ll send you to meet your maker!” The Punisher pulled the trigger. The Punisher was using a heavy-duty sniper rifle; the bullet, with its immense power, sliced off a third of the gang member’s head. The Punisher locked onto another target and took out yet another gang member. With Fang Leng’s fierce fighting at the base, the Punisher’s battle became much easier. One sniper round after another flew toward the armed gang members, each one having their head blown off. The base was filled with a hail of gunfire, explosions, and shouts, while the moonlight in the night sky remained gentle. Although the gang members at the base fought back fiercely, they were no match for their opponents. Fang Leng, in particular, was crushing and eliminating them one by one. Gradually, the gangsters on the island were nearly all eliminated. Fang Leng finally stopped, and the Punisher made his way into the center of the complex. The Punisher patted Fang Leng on the shoulder and said, “Fang Leng, you’re really something. The moment you showed up, these gangster bastards under Golden Bin were doomed.” Fang Leng showed not a trace of smugness; after all, no matter how formidable these gangsters were, they couldn’t possibly compare to the Chitauri Legion he had once faced. Fang Leng pointed to the largest warehouse he had entered at the beginning. “There’s an underground passage in that warehouse. The cells there hold the laborers you mentioned. We’d better take care of them.” Frank nodded slightly. “No problem. I’ll find a way to expose this to the Bahamian government and send out a distress signal using the equipment. Even if the Bahamian government doesn’t want to get involved in the sale of the island, I’ll just leak the photos and evidence to them. With something this big happening, I don’t believe it won’t cause a stir.” “Right. Let’s wipe out the gangsters first, then expose what’s been happening on this island,” Fang Leng said. Then, Fang Leng and the Punisher continued to sweep the island for any remaining gang members. And aside from the kidnapped laborers found in that first warehouse Fang Leng had discovered, identical prison cells were found beneath the floors of all the other warehouses as well. After recording all of this with his combat suit, he flew to Nassau, the capital of the Bahamas. He transferred the footage documenting these criminal activities onto more than ten USB drives and sent them to the email addresses of the Coast Guard, government agencies, and the media. The exposure of this incident sent shockwaves through the Bahamas. Soon, Bahamian coast guard officers arrived on Rams Island to investigate the matter. The laborers freed by Fang Leng and the Punisher were, of course, rescued as well. To avoid unnecessary trouble, Fang Leng and the Punisher quickly left the area and returned to the United States. The incident caused quite a stir, as Jin Bing was one of the buyers of Rams Island. This incident caused Jin Bing a fair amount of trouble for a while... Some time later, in a secret conference room in the basement of the Fisk Group headquarters in New York City, an important meeting was underway. Everyone present wore grave expressions and murmured among themselves from time to time. At one end of the table, a man with a broad but somewhat portly build sat with his eyes closed, deep in thought, a fine Cuban cigar clenched between his teeth. He was dressed in a loose-fitting, elegant gray-white suit. Yet whenever anyone in the room caught sight of his expression, they instinctively grew deferential, as if he possessed an untouchable air of authority. This cigar-smoking, portly man was none other than Wilson Fisk, Chairman of the Fisk Group. Yet those attending the meeting knew deep down that this man was feared throughout the American—and indeed global—underworld under the name “Kingpin.” “As you all know, let’s discuss how to handle this.” The portly man finally opened his eyes and spoke. xh:. 218. 204. 13<! --over-->