Chapter 039: Rights

The man kneeling on the ground found the White Witch's harsh conditions somewhat difficult and couldn't help but say, "Great woman, Kingpin may not accept your kindness."

"Then let him die," the White Witch said indifferently.

The man replied helplessly, "Yes, great queen, I will convey your will to Kingpin."

The White Witch said lightly, "Do a good job. Don't disappoint me, Alexei."

"Yes, great queen."

After Alexei left, he relayed the White Witch's opinion to Kingpin by phone, but was rejected by the furious Kingpin.

"No one, no one can make me submit. I am the King!!!"

Facing the raging Kingpin on the phone, Alexei showed no hesitation and said contemptuously, "There is only one true king, but it's not you, Kingpin."

"What did you say?" Kingpin's fury seemed to transmit through the phone.

Alexei didn't even frown and said coldly, "Kingpin, your stubbornness will make everything you have vanish into smoke—whether it's your power or your life."

"Only by submitting to the queen and becoming her servant can you survive."

Crack...

A faint sound came from the phone, and Alexei quickly identified it as the sound of a phone cracking. Clearly, Kingpin on the other end had been thoroughly enraged by him.

If it were before, Alexei would have been terrified.

After all, that was the huge shadow looming over New York and even the entire United States, the absolute emperor of the underworld whose word was law.

But now...

Having witnessed the queen's true power, he no longer regarded mere Kingpin as anything.

"You will regret this," Kingpin's cold voice came through the phone, carrying a resolute tone. "No one can offend me without paying a price."

Alexei couldn't help but sneer.

"The one who will truly regret is not me, Kingpin, but you. What you need to do now is to keep hiding, like a turtle pulling in its head. Make sure we don't find you, Kingpin, or that scene will be very interesting."

Bang!

An explosion came, and the call abruptly ended.

Alexei guessed that Kingpin must have crushed his phone in a fit of rage, producing that sound. He had no doubt that Kingpin was capable of such a feat.

The power that once made him tremble now seemed utterly insignificant.

"Your era is over, Kingpin."

Alexei muttered to himself, then made another call. "It's me. Have you found Kingpin's hiding place? What? No?"

He was displeased, his voice turning icy. "Perhaps I should remind you that the queen keeps no idlers. If you still can't find Kingpin's hiding place, I believe you definitely don't want to know your fate."

"What? You've found a possible hiding place? Good. Gather your men and wipe out that place tonight."

"That's an order!"

After hanging up, Alexei looked at the phone in his hand, a trace of intoxication flashing across his face.

This was power! The power he had longed for!!

...

Night, Brooklyn, New York.

Boom!

A deafening explosion suddenly rang out, tearing apart the peaceful night.

A chemical plant was hit by a terrorist attack.

A group of thugs carrying machine guns swarmed in from all directions, charging toward the shattered gate of the chemical plant.

But just then...

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat... From inside the chemical plant, cars mounted with Vulcan cannons emerged, spraying wildly at the entrance. Heavy firepower roared, machine guns spewing flames like the laughter of death, easily claiming a batch of lives.

The charging thugs were beaten back step by step, retreating from the chemical plant in disarray.

"Everyone, get out of the way!"

At that moment, a harsh voice came from behind the thugs.

As if receiving a signal, the thugs parted like a tide, and a large figure hoisted an RPG, aiming at the hole in the chemical plant's gate.

"For the queen!" the large man roared, decisively pressing the launch button.

The missile shot out flames, instantly passing through the hole and flying into the chemical plant.

A few seconds later, an even more terrifying explosion sounded, with flames and black smoke billowing up from inside the plant.

The large man casually dropped the launcher, grabbed an AK, and charged in, leading the way.

The thugs laughed and followed behind him.

From the very beginning, the battle turned white-hot.

Meanwhile, the NYPD's emergency line was nearly overwhelmed.

Police officers quickly mobilized.

George Stacy wiped the half-eaten pizza from his mouth, grabbed his weapon, and jumped into the police car, but someone had already beaten him to the driver's seat.

"Where is it this time?" George Stacy asked with a worried expression.

The black police officer in the driver's seat said helplessly, "This time it's a chemical plant in Brooklyn. The queen's people are attacking it like madmen."

"A chemical plant?" George Stacy was taken aback.

The black officer said, "They suspect Kingpin is hiding there. I hear they even used explosives and rocket launchers this time."

"Have they gone mad? Using such dangerous firepower in New York?" George Stacy felt deeply that public order in New York was getting worse and worse.

The black officer shrugged, skillfully started the car, and sped toward Brooklyn.

Behind him were rows of cars, inside which sat fully armed rapid response units.

Meanwhile, after the battle began, on the rooftop of a building about a hundred meters from the chemical plant, a shadow flickered and vanished, landing lightly on the ground, merging into the night.

Standing at the edge of the rooftop, the shadow gazed at the blazing chemical plant in the distance, a hint of helplessness on his face. "Here we go again, here we go again. New York really hasn't been peaceful lately."

"But that's fine. The more chaotic New York is, the more opportunities I have."

The shadow seemed to think of something and couldn't help but laugh.

"I wonder what skills that mysterious woman has to beat Kingpin back step by step. Maybe I should go meet that mysterious queen?"

But just then, a voice came from behind the shadow. "To use an old saying, if I were you, I wouldn't have that thought, because it would cost you your life."