Michael told Gwen sternly to stay away from trouble and forget about Jin Bing. But after putting down the phone and thinking about it all night, Gwen finally decided that she would not be a good girl again.

She told herself that it was for Alex and to seek justice for her friends. But deep down she knew it was not just that.

She wanted to prove it to him so that he could know that she was not a baby who needed careful care. She wanted to prove that she was also capable of solving problems alone.

The leader of the Russian gang told her Jin and the real name, Wilson Fisk, which was a good start. Gwen followed Fisk's luxury car from the Fisk Building. She kept flying in the air at a distance of neither near nor far, while carefully paying attention to using the shelter of the house and various blind spots in the field of vision to avoid being noticed.

These were all learned in the training course of Tianjian. She heard that her instructor, Winter Soldier, is a top expert in tracking and counter-tracking, and learning a little bit of fur from him is enough to deal with most situations.

Fisker's car drove out of the city center and came to a huge workshop. Fisker's huge body came out from the left side of the back seat (at that time Gwen was very curious about how he could get in and out with his size), and then got off the car from the right side in awe.

Gwen was angry. After she suppressed the horror yesterday, she had clearly tied him up and threw him onto the steps in front of the New York Police Department. As a result, this guy walked out like a ok with nothing to do today, and even the weapon parts on her arms that had been scrapped by her had been repaired.

Isn't there a reliable policeman in New York?

The one who walked out of the workshop was Vladimir, the Russian who revealed Jin's identity to Gwen. He also had three or five younger brothers behind him.

When Vladimir saw the horror appearing behind Jin Gong, he realized something was wrong.

"What's the matter, Fisk?" he asked.

"You should know," Fisk said coldly. He stood face to face before Vladimir, the Russians' height could only reach his chest. He added, "Just as you should understand, I'm so annoyed by the fact that I'm proclaiming my name everywhere."

Vladimir was shocked, and a fierce light suddenly appeared in his eyes, shooting straight towards the horror like a sword that was about to pierce the heart: "Herman!"

"Sorry, man. I know you brought me to this point today, and I am very grateful." The horror raised his hands to show helplessness, "But you also understand that people always have to go to a higher place. When I see the opportunity, I have to choose a side stand."

Vladimir was furious, and seemed to be rushing forward at any time to twist the abominable Erwuzi's head off, but because of Jin and in front of him, he did not dare to attack. Fisk continued to ask coldly: "I just want to know why? Our cooperation has always been harmonious, right? What are you dissatisfied with, Vladimir?"

"What are you dissatisfied?" Since the words were said, Vladimir no longer retained it. He said angrily, "In my opinion, you may already think that your position is above us brothers who conquer the world together. Your appetite is beginning to grow bigger, Fisker. We will naturally handle our affairs properly. And sometimes you, you should not dirty your hands for our affairs."

Fisk looked at him expressionlessly, and his magnificent body as vast as a mountain released an invisible majestic aura. The Russians were not afraid and looked at him with a ruthless gaze like a leopard.

The atmosphere was solemn for a few seconds, and Fisk suddenly grinned and laughed coldly.

"Look, some people finally can't stand it anymore. I'm still wondering when you will make your stand." Fisk sneered. He glanced coldly at the followers beside Vladimir and said in a deep voice: "It's time to choose the side, gentlemen."

Several Russians looked at each other. After a few seconds of hesitation, they turned against each other and chose to stand next to Fisk.

Vladimir was stunned: "What? How is this..."

"You made a fatal mistake, Vladimir." Fisk took a step forward, his emperor-like aura forced the Russians to take a step back. He said gloomyly, "You thought you were strong enough to have the capital to be on par with me... But the truth is, you don't. I regard you as an ally because we were indeed brothers, and we helped each other. But you trampled on my friendship and tried greedily to ask for more."

A cold light flashed in his eyes.

“So this is when you should pay for it.”

"No!"

Vladimir shouted softly, his right arm suddenly appeared, a silver light flashed in his hand, and a dagger suddenly stabbed Jin and round belly.

He clearly stabbed him, but there was a strong resistance from the knife, perhaps a layer of bulletproof vest, which could not even move forward in the tip of his knife.

Vladimir was secretly shocked and realized that something was wrong in his heart. As a veteran who created the current criminal empire with Fisk in his early years, he knew very well how dangerous Jin was. This missed basically sentenced him to most of his death sentence, and he would not have another chance.

But he still didn't give up. He turned his attack and stabbed a silver arc straight towards Jin's throat with a knife, but his wrist was pinched by Jin's big hand like a palm fan. Fisker's grip was extremely strong, and he spitted out his palm, and immediately crushed the wrist bones of the Russian arm holding the knife to pieces.

Vladimir snorted, and the dagger fell softly to the ground. Fisk still refused to let go. He grabbed the Russian arm and threw him to the ground. The heavy blow made his bones seem to be about to crack and he had no strength to fight back.

Jin Bing pressed his left palm and pressed the Russian tightly to the ground and raised his right fist high. He said viciously: "It seems that you have forgotten something, Vladimir. So in order to prevent others from forgetting too, I have to use you as a textbook to remind everyone.

Yes, I do have my own rules for dirtying my hands. So that's how it is, I will only dirty my hands when I really, really, really want to do it myself."

Although Fisk was still a mortal, his arm strength had long been stronger than that of a non-human. He knocked Vladimir completely fainted when he fell on his first punch, and he only had to hang himself in one breath. If he continued like this, he would undoubtedly beat the Russians to the point of shattering their brains and splattering blood on the spot.

The white spider silk suddenly wrapped around Jin's high fist. Gwen flew in and cut in like lightning before anyone reacted. He kicked Jin's jaw and staggered him back.
Chapter completed!