Gwen hung outside the United Construction Company building, witnessing the entire process of her fatherâs heroic battle.
But to be honest, it didnât seem like a tough fight.
Basically, the process went like this:
Kingpin lifted the desk at hand and smashed it towards the four armed policemen.
The four armed policemen dodged and scattered; the desk hit the ground and shattered into pieces!
Kingpin turned around, grabbed a chair, and prepared to throw it again!
The four policemen each fired their electric shock guns, emitting electric shocks, but unfortunately, it wasnât very effective; Kingpin wasnât directly shocked down!
Kingpin staggered and was hit by his own chair.
Kingpin attempted to stand up, the four policemen were shocked, increased the power, and switched the other hand to tranquilizers.
Even the tranquilizers were used up, they emptied two rounds of small caliber bullets too.
Kingpin fell down.
[Gwen: Was he really human? Was he bitten by some genetically modified animal?]
[Lille: He couldnât possibly have been bitten by a genetically modified wild boar, right?]
[Gwen: I feel like he could easily take an Olympic medal or a mixed martial arts championship; if he didnât do this, he could be extremely rich and prosperous, right?]
[Lille: You canât judge him by ordinary standards.]
Kingpin weighed 204 kilograms, stood two meters tall, could throw a nearly two hundred-kilogram desk several meters away; if he were weightlifting, he might challenge weights over three hundred kilograms.
It could be said he was already at the limit of human strength; if he went into boxing, one punch could probably kill an opponent.
If he didnât become a crime lord, being a top athlete could earn him tens of millions of US dollars every yearâ
That would be unimaginable wealth for an ordinary family.
But maybe it was his desire for ultimate power that fostered his abnormal physique; without the desire to surpass limits, how could he obtain a body that surpasses the limits?
Lille had long known that Kingpinâs physical fitness was extraordinary, so the non-lethal weapons provided to Chief Stacy were actually deadly for ordinary people.
The current of the four Taser guns exceeded more than a dozen milliamps each; it wasnât impossible for someone with poor physical fitness to have their heart stop directly.
As for the tranquilizers, each shot was more than three times the dose for an ordinary person, along with small caliber bullets meant to suppress; a few hits and a normal person couldnât move, but Kingpinâs massive body could probably withstand four or five magazines.
But no matter what, he was still human; his powerful physique, built over thousands of days and nights of training, couldnât withstand the bullets mass-produced on assembly lines, and if it did, they would just add a few more rounds.
Kingpin wasnât ignorant of this truth; it was just that science and technology were his Achillesâ heel.
If he had the money and power, he would obviously study these things, but right now, he couldnât even protect himself.
The huge restraint bed bound this once illustrious crime lord like a pig, trapped in steel and electric currents, and the once impeccably groomed suit was now in tatters.
If you observed closely, you could detect a strange stench:
A strong man who exercises two hours a day without any serious illness wouldnât have much difference in electric current tolerance compared to someone who lies in bed all day; at most, thereâs only a difference of one or two milliamps in their endurance.
The electric current and tranquilizers Kingpin endured were enough to overwhelm his excretory system, causing some degree of incontinence.
Former employees, who once dared not meet his gaze, now relied on the police to start whispering and pointing.
The once mighty crime emperor was bound to a bed like an animal and had even lost control of his bodily functions!
These ordinary people, who should have been kneeling and weeping before him, whom he had once fed, now looked at him with such eyes!
The immense humiliation burned like fire in Kingpinâs mind: if he had a machine gun in his hand now, he would turn this place into Hell!
But just as the fear and anger an ordinary person feels towards illegal invasion canât be turned into power, Kingpin experienced that same feeling of powerlessness:
Steel and electric currents were physical barriers he, as an ordinary person, couldnât overcome.
The restraint bed reached the door, and several large prison vans were parked outside; Kingpin quickly realized who exactly was targeting him:
The newly appointed mayor Anthony Flor stood with a beaming smile in front of the convoy, stepping forward to shake hands with the officers responsible for his capture one by one.
After a brief exchange, Anthony, still smiling, approached Kingpin, though the smile now seemed more like a forced grin.
He looked at the big man, his thoughts hidden behind his smile:
This was the man who once dominated Hellâs Kitchen, with countless gangsters under his command.
When he was still an ordinary person, he had two choices: continue to be an ordinary person, forced to leave everything behind, or join Lille in organizing what seemed like a meaningless residential association, nearly getting killed by Kingpinâs assassins in the process.
Of course, he was lucky, a dump truck carried out righteous vengeance for him.
If those things hadnât happened, he might have been just another pawn for Kingpinâs current... Mayor of New York City...
Yes, Anthony recently reviewed his path to success alongside that of this crime lord and found many similarities.
His core voter base came from the New York Worker Mutual Aid Association, which had expanded from the Hellâs Kitchen Ownersâ Association.
If Lille hadnât dragged him into those seemingly pointless initiatives...
These people were originally controlled by the gang.
Whatever the gang forced them to do with guns and knives, they had to do:
Abandon normal working hours, abandon normal job protections, let go of the wages they should have received, or even their own homes and properties. A mere vote, which seemed meaningless in comparison to these basic things, became inconsequential.
Now he was the mayor, and he knew there were many companies, many industries, and many conglomerates of interests in the world. He had Lilleâs support, but if Kingpin had risen to power, how could he lack support from companies?
The ousted Osborne Group, Cyber Technology, Stark Industries, and the recently booming Roxon Energy Group...
Each one could be a father to Kingpin.
From beginning to end, Anthony knew he wasnât as ruthless as Kingpin: he couldnât give up his morals or start from scratch.
Kingpin wasnât born with capital; he built his body day after day for the strength to kill one person and scare ten others into submission.
He started from nothing, using the bloodiest methods to rise.
Anthony hadnât even personally killed anyone.
Thinking of this, Anthony suddenly had a thought: Kingpin shouldnât just rot in jail; he needed to die.
Crack!
Kingpin suddenly bit through his mouth restraint!
The guy spat out a mouthful of debris and said, in a somewhat garbled voice, "Haha... Didnât expect that the newly appointed goody-two-shoes Flor is just like me, a big... ha."
But do you have any excuse ready yet..."
Anthony frowned, "Heâs starting to talk nonsense."
Chief Stacy also walked over, showing Kingpin the arrest warrant, "You instructed multiple offenders, including Sean OâMalley, to illegally break into Stoneâs mother and sonâs residence and commit intimidation and illegal detention."
"Just that?!"
Kingpin widened his left eyeâthe right one was too numb from the tranquilizer to open wideâknowing why he had been caught.
But he couldnât understand: the reason for NYPDâs raid on the United Construction Building wasnât for embezzling millions in social security funds, or evading taxes, or laundering tens of millions, nor was it for burying people in the buildingâs foundation.
It was because he hired people to scare two ordinary residents with unpaid mortgages!
"Of course, thereâs more. OâMalley also pointed out your connections to a large criminal organization, and there are even a few murders involved, so you need to be investigated.
Mr. Fisk, you can now hire a lawyer, you can make a scene, but you are already under arrest. You can remain silent, but anything you say can be used as evidence in court."
Chief Stacy interrupted Kingpin.
This crime lord had already lost his mind due to the slightly humiliating arrest process, but he still had to follow the procedure and read what needed to be read.
Originally, the testimonies from criminals like OâMalley were not enough to warrant an arrest against a big company boss.
But times have changed; with the mayorâs signature, he could be arrested.
Plus, Kingpinâs question of "just that" further legitimized it.
This boss really valued his face; their strategy had been very successful.
Kingpin suddenly froze, looking at Anthony with immense emotion, but this emotion was more like a mixture of anger, regret, and unwillingness.
After holding it in for a while, he cursed lowly, "Youâre just that kidâs dog."
Kingpinâs words left Anthony stunned: the crime lord hadnât recognized him.
Thinking it over... Kingpin targeted the Worker Mutual Aid Association when Lille was in charge, and the assassins were mainly aimed at Lille.
So, this crime lord hadnât recognized who he was?
So Anthony touched his chin, "Mr. Fisk, you may have forgotten, but about 10 months ago, when the Steel Pin Killer was chasing Mr. Lee on the road, causing a minivan to lose control and crash into the shops on both sides of the street...
Well, I was in that vehicle."