Chapter 108 : Chapter 108 Upright Character
Su Modie naturally knew who the Joseph that Fisk was talking about was.
He was a veteran villain in Marvel comics and one of Spider-Man's classic archenemies, namely—Hammerhead.
To translate that, he was just a guy with an iron head.
Thinking of this, Su Modie couldn't help but complain internally.
Yes, another archenemy of Spider-Man.
You would find that the gang villains in New York, whether it was Kingpin, Tombstone, this Hammerhead, or even Vulture and his gang, all had one thing in common—they only picked on good kids like Spider-Man who didn't kill.
Did you see them daring to provoke Thor?
Did they dare to provoke Hulk?
They only picked on that poor student Peter Parker because he was kind-hearted, bullying him quite badly.
But Su Modie was not Peter Parker, and Unohana Retsu was even less so.
Naturally, they wouldn't take such a bully who picked on the weak and feared the strong seriously.
"It's fine."
Unohana Retsu looked down at the fierce firefight below, her voice still gentle and soft, as if she were discussing the weather tonight: "Mr. Fisk, as long as they follow my instructions and fight while retreating, they don't need to win, nor do they need to fight hard. As long as they can keep a breath of life and crawl out alive, that's enough."
Upon hearing this, Fisk tightened his grip on his cane, his face full of confusion and anxiety.
He didn't understand what the intention of this new "boss" was.
"Keep a breath... and come out?"
What was the point of that?
Not to mention that if they were hit by stray bullets and lost a lot of blood without timely hemostasis, they would be dead in a few minutes. Let alone that the lunatic called "Hammerhead" had very cruel methods; his favorite thing to do was to use that hard alloy head to smash his opponents' limbs into comminuted fractures.
Even if they were lucky enough to save their lives and crawl out, they would be disabled people who couldn't take care of themselves.
For a gang, disabled subordinates were not only valueless but also had to be supported with money; they were pure burdens.
Fisk clearly didn't understand.
On the other side, the fierce battle in the industrial park had reached a white-hot stage.
Or rather, it was a one-sided massacre.
In the chaotic gunfire, a burly man wearing an old-fashioned striped suit with a head as square as a brick was the most conspicuous.
He was the leader of the Magia Gang, Joseph, nicknamed "Hammerhead."
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"Hahaha! Is that all you've got? Fisk's weaklings!"
Hammerhead laughed wildly, charging ahead under the dense hail of bullets.
Bullets hit his iron-hard flat-top forehead, and apart from sparking a string of sparks and making "clanging" sounds, they couldn't even scratch his skin.
He violently crashed into the defensive line of Fisk's subordinates.
"Ah!!"
One of Fisk's subordinates hadn't even had time to change his magazine before Hammerhead grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up.
"Shatter for me!"
Hammerhead roared, using that alloy forehead comparable to a hydraulic press, and smashed it fiercely onto the subordinate's head.
Thud!
The subordinate didn't even have time to scream before his skull was cracked open, and he collapsed, covered in blood. But it wasn't over yet; Hammerhead seemed to enjoy this kind of violence. He pressed the subordinate against the wall and smashed his head fiercely into the opponent's arm again.
Crack!
The arm snapped at the sound, twisting into a strange angle.
Hammerhead took the opportunity to pick up the man and threw him fiercely at his companions like a sack, knocking the crowd over in an instant.
For a moment, Fisk's subordinates were in complete disarray.
"Retreat! Quickly retreat! This monster can't be hurt at all!"
The remaining subordinates finally collapsed. They dragged their severely injured and dying companion and scrambled out of the factory gate.
A few minutes later.
Those few subordinates, covered in blood and in a sorry state, knelt before Unohana Retsu and Fisk.
The unlucky guy who had his skull cracked and his arm broken was now barely breathing, on the verge of death.
"Boss... what should we do?"
The leading Captain said with a crying voice, looking at Fisk in despair: "Karl is dying... that Hammerhead is simply not human; we are no match for him at all!"
Fisk clenched his fists. He didn't speak, just subconsciously stepped aside, revealing Unohana Retsu who had been blocked behind him.
He didn't understand.
What was the point of letting these people go in to die, and then dragging their broken bodies back?
Was it to establish authority? Or just a simple punishment?
However, the next second, Fisk was dumbfounded.
He saw Unohana Retsu just calmly walk forward and crouch down in front of the dying Karl.
"Bear with it, it might be a little itchy."
She said softly, then raised her jade-white palms, hovering them gently above Karl's mangled wounds.
Hum—
A soft and vibrant light-green glow lit up from her palms.
Immediately after, a scene that stunned everyone present occurred.
Under the shroud of the green light, Karl's skull, which had been smashed and sunken, actually began to reset automatically. The torn scalp and flesh granulated and squirmed, reweaving and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The arm that had broken into several sections even accompanied by a series of "crack, crack" sounds, the bones automatically reconnected, and muscles regenerated.
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It had been less than ten seconds.
Karl, who had already seen the afterlife waving at him, suddenly took a sharp intake of breath, as if waking up from a nightmare.
"I... what is this?"
Karl touched his head with a confused face, then waved the arm that had been broken just a moment ago.
Forget about wounds, not even a scar was left, and even an old knife wound on his arm had been cured along the way!
At this moment, his complexion was rosy, and he was full of energy, feeling like he could fight another three hundred rounds in this state!
"Wha... What the?!"
Wesley's glasses slid to the tip of his nose, and Fisk widened his small eyes even further.
Unohana Retsu stood up, clapped her hands, and still had that gentle smile.
"Since your wounds are healed, please continue to work hard."
"I don't want to see anyone slacking off."
At this moment, the eyes of all of Fisk's subordinates changed.
It was a look that went from despair to fanaticism, and then to awe.
With such a living immortal who could snatch people back from the hands of the King of Hell presiding over them, what the hell were they afraid of?
As long as they weren't instantly blown to smithereens, they possessed an infinite life-extension BUFF!
"Yes! Big Sister!!"
Karl and his teammates were suddenly like they had been injected with adrenaline, picked up the guns on the ground, and charged back towards the factory, howling.
Looking at this scene, Fisk no longer dared to have any thoughts of underestimating this gentle woman.
This ability... was even more insane than Miss Reze's and Miss Quanxi's!
...
Meanwhile, inside the factory.
"Hmph, a bunch of trash."
Hammerhead was triumphantly wiping the blood off his forehead, looking at the backs of those fleeing in panic, his face full of disdain.
"Just this? Fisk's subordinates are really a bunch of good-for-nothings; they run after getting hit by one shot, completely losing face for the gang."
He felt that unifying the New York gangs was just around the corner.
Especially that unlucky guy named Karl from just now, who had been smashed into an unrecognizable shape by him; he figured his body was probably cold by now.
This should be enough to teach Fisk a lesson.
However, Hammerhead hadn't been smug for more than a few minutes.
Bang, bang, bang!
The familiar sound of gunfire rang out again.
"Hmm? You've got a death wish!" Hammerhead roared and turned to look.
Not looking was one thing, but once he looked, Hammerhead was stunned for a few seconds.
He rubbed his eyes, thinking he had misread it.
He saw those guys who had run away just now rushing back, and they looked... completely unharmed?
Especially the one charging at the very front...
Wasn't this guy's skull cracked open just a moment ago?
What was going on?