I'm grinding for Marvel attributes

Chapter 23 mourns the renowned philanthropist, Mr. Kingpin.

"Let us now welcome the renowned entrepreneur, prominent philanthropist, New York City council member, and New York City mayoral candidate."

—Mr. Wilson Grant Fiske delivered a speech.

A middle-aged man, dressed in an expensive custom-made suit, with a broad build and thick waist, walked steadily to the front of the stage.

His robust physique was as dangerous as a beast, yet his smile was as warm as a spring breeze.

"I speak on behalf of the citizens who deeply love this city..."

My heart aches whenever I see Hell's Kitchen in such chaos and the people living there in such suffering.

I swear, I will build it well.

Restoring New York's glory is our inescapable duty!

Russell was somewhat reluctant to kill Kingpin.

It wasn't because his speech was passionate and inspiring.

It's not that he's too dark-skinned.

In Russell's energy perspective, Kingpin's soul is a deep, dark black, constantly exuding an aura of sin.

The evil of his soul was something Russell had never seen before.

Kingpin, from the neighboring 1610, is nothing compared to him.

Conservatively estimated, there are 443 attribute points.

You should know that the average mafia boss only has 5 to 20 points.

This is your last chance, Mr. Fisk, I hope you can seize it.

Sighing inwardly, Russell activated the Time Stone.

Kingpin's past unfolds one by one.

He killed his father as a child and joined the mafia.

After becoming a gang leader, he committed murder, arson, and even killed his wife to prove his righteousness...

Let's kill it, but don't absorb its energy.

The panel is still being upgraded and cannot be filtered yet, so as not to affect your mood.

Having made up his mind, Russell no longer hesitated.

An invisible energy quietly seeped into Kingpin's brain.

In front of everyone, let's make you look presentable.

Using his perception abilities, he launched a fierce attack.

Several arteries in the brain's functional areas were torn.

Kingpin looked pained as his massive body crashed to the ground.

"Mr. Fisk!"

"Mr. Fisk, what's wrong?"

"An ambulance! Call an ambulance!"

The scene was in chaos, and Russell quietly left.

Next up is Mark Murdoch.

In the 404 universe, Russell is a client of lawyer Mark Murdoch and an ally of Daredevil.

Russell's credentials were obtained with Mark's help.

Before accumulating enough attribute points for the first stage panel upgrade.

Wandering around Hell's Kitchen every night was Russell's daily routine.

During this time, Russell helped Daredevil on several occasions.

Mark Murdoch, I hope you're a lawyer, not a mob boss.

Even though we are from two different universes, if I could, I still wouldn't want to kill you.

Russell said, "I just flagged down a taxi."

"Hello, go to Nelson Murdoch's office."

"Nelson Murdoch's firm? Newly opened? I'm sorry, sir, I don't know. Perhaps you could point me to..."

Luo Suxin's heart sank, and she handed the taxi driver a large green bill:

"Here's your tip, I don't need the car anymore."

Russell moved to a different spot and flagged down a few more taxis to ask.

The answers were exactly the same.

If the firm exists, then Mark is a lawyer, not a mob boss.

Conversely, this certainly does not prove that Mark is a gang leader.

but......

Fine, even if it's tiring, I'll find it myself.

Calm your mind and unleash your mental energy.

Russell listened attentively to every sound in New York City...

"Murdoch! There's something fishy about Kingpin's death."

The murderer might be right there at the scene, why did you let them leave?!

Is Daredevil the version that Kingpin works for?

Bertrand Russell sighed softly.

Mark, you won't blame me for killing one of your variants, will you?

"Murdoch, did you kill the boss?!"

A minor character dressed in a black suit and bodyguard stepped forward and shouted at Mark.

"boom!"

Gunshots rang out.

"What kind of class do you have to dare point fingers at Mr. Murdoch?"

In an instant, Kingpin's former subordinates split into three camps.

The Murdoch camp and the anti-Murdoch camp drew their guns and confronted each other.

The neutral parties stepped aside and watched coldly.

"boom!"

Twenty blocks away, Russell gestured with his finger to fire.

This shot, with its invisible energy solidified into a tangible form, pierced through the portal and instantly reached the space between the eyebrows.

Mark Murdoch fell to the ground.

Gunfire erupted immediately.

When I went to the clothes, I learned the name and the name.

Go home for dinner!

As for the remaining Spiderweb organization, such criminal organizations are not easy to investigate.

Just like with the vampire case, let Gwen investigate.

Once the investigation is complete, I'll take decisive action to make the final decision.

Amidst a golden light, Russell appeared in Gwen's living room.

Good evening, George.

Good evening, Gwen.

"Good evening, Russell." x2

Gwen was already used to Russell's way of making an entrance.

Since learning the portal spell yesterday, he hasn't been able to walk properly anymore; everywhere he goes is a portal.

Ok?

During dinner, Russell noticed that George was looking at him strangely.

Like... Helen of Earth-404.

"Gwen, are you going out again tonight?"

George suddenly asked.

Last night, when Gwen explained her whereabouts to George, she also told George about her Spider-Man identity.

"Ah."

Gwen nodded.

"Dad, you told me that Spider-Man can help more people."

George frowned; he had indeed said that:

“Gwen, I’m not against you helping others.”

But now, Spider-Man is a criminal.

“Dad, I’ve already explained it to you. I didn’t kill Peter; he died from the side effects of the lizard serum.”

Gwen's tone was somewhat impulsive; she couldn't accept that her closest people didn't believe her.

"Gwen, I believe you."

George reassured Gwen.

"The police need evidence, but you won't agree to my request to reopen the investigation..."

"I don't want anyone else to know that the monster is Peter."

Gwen's tone was low.

Torn between Ghost Spider-Man's innocence and his deceased friend's reputation,

She chose to protect the latter.

"There is a kind of magic that can make everyone in this world forget that Spider-Man 'killed' Peter Parker."

Russell interjected.

"But there's a problem: the files can't be deleted."

George: "As long as nobody remembers this, I can close the case and seal the file."

Gwen looked at Russell and George gratefully: "Russell, George, thank you."

George looked at Russell: "Shall we start now?"

Russell calculated the time and shook his head, saying, "Tomorrow."

It was around four or five in the morning in Nepal, and the Ancient One was still asleep.

Gwen looked at George with pleading eyes, eager to try.

She couldn't wait.

George hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

It's just one night, nothing should go wrong, right?

"Coconut".

Gwen cheered and went back to her room to change from her school uniform into her battle armor.

New York City, your friendly neighbor is back tonight! The Ghost Spider-Man is back!

She's just a big girl after all.

Russell shook his head and chuckled.

Want to go out and have some fun?

You didn't expect this, did you? Boss Russell has assigned you a task.

In George's presence, Russell used his newly acquired telepathic abilities:

"

Gwen, I have a task for you.

Investigate spider silk tissue.

"