Well...
No wonder Kingpin wants to kill Daredevil so badly.
The dignified Kingpin of the underworld had his base invaded and was severely injured.
If Kingpin didn't do something after that, he wouldn't be much of an underworld king.
Looking at the forum post with thousands of replies, Russell offered a few seconds of silent sympathy for Kingpin.
In the American underworld, Kingpin is absolutely the undisputed ruler.
Under normal circumstances, not many people dare to joke about him.
It's not unheard of for him to issue a mob hit order over a single joke.
Once, someone hid behind the internet and heavily insulted Kingpin.
As a result, a few days later, this 'brave' fellow took part in a low-altitude jump from the Empire State Building without a parachute.
Although people usually don't dare to joke about Kingpin,
now is different.
Whether they are gangsters involved in shady businesses or diligent office workers, everyone has a malicious pleasure in seeing important figures suffer setbacks.
Seeing these high and mighty figures stumble gives people a feeling of 'even important people are just like this,' leading to a strange sense of pleasure derived from 'others' pain is one's own happiness.'
Besides this post with thousands of replies, Russell also saw a bounty on the forum.
Daredevil's true identity, bounty amount: ten million US dollars!
Although this bounty was posted anonymously, it's obvious without even thinking that it was definitely posted by Kingpin.
A ten million dollar bounty, just to buy Daredevil's true identity.
What do you call being rich and powerful?
This is it!
After browsing the forum for a while, Russell closed the page and exited the forum.
He had no interest in the feud between Kingpin and Daredevil.
He didn't care at all whether Kingpin could successfully maintain his dignity as the underworld king.
However, he was now a little curious about when Daredevil had become so powerful that he could severely injure Kingpin in Fisk Tower.
Kingpin wasn't some ordinary mob boss, much less a leader who only ordered his subordinates to do the dirty work.
He was meticulous, far more intelligent than ordinary people, over ninety percent of his body was muscle, and his strength was incredibly powerful.
Not only could he punch through a wall with his bare hands, but he was also a world-class martial artist, possessing the highest level of human combat ability, just like the Punisher.
Although Daredevil was also a top-tier martial artist and possessed four enhanced senses besides sight,
his direct combat ability wasn't particularly strong.
Against ordinary people, his strength was more than enough.
But compared to Kingpin, his strength was even inferior.
Although Kingpin didn't have any superpowers, he wasn't an easy enemy to deal with.
Otherwise, he would have died at the hands of other gangs or the Punisher long ago.
Although he didn't know exactly how Daredevil did it, one thing was certain: Kingpin was now completely enraged.
Time flew by in a flash.
Soon it was evening.
Russell didn't wait for Diana at home but drove to the museum to pick her up after work.
They had dinner at a restaurant outside and then went to the cinema to watch a newly released Hollywood action blockbuster.
After returning to the apartment, the short separation made their reunion feel like a honeymoon.
Her hair like clouds, face like a flower, her slender waist swaying!
The hibiscus bed was warm, the spring night was all too brief!
...
After returning from Afghanistan, Russell and Diana resumed their simple and unpretentious cohabitation life.
During the day, they each went to work, enriching their lives.
In the evening, they shared intimacy and sparred together.
Time passed day by day.
Before they knew it, a week had passed.
Octopus Monster Private Detective Agency.
Temporary Office.
Russell sat in the office, playing a newly purchased console game.
This week, he neither took on any jobs from the Continental Hotel nor accepted any detective cases.
Besides playing games and spending time with Diana, the only thing he did this week was go to Midtown High School and meet with a high school student.
This high school student was named Peter Parker!
That's right, it was the Peter Parker who should have become Spider-Man but, for some reason, still hadn't been bitten by a spider.
Spider-Woman had already debuted four years ago.
Yet Peter Parker was still in high school.
This truly was a chaotic world.
Aside from not being bitten by a spider, this world's Peter Parker wasn't much different from Peter Parkers in other universes.
His parents died early, and he was raised by his uncle and aunt.
He had excellent grades, exceptional intelligence, but not many friends.
His uncle passed away unexpectedly last year, and he now lived with his beautiful aunt in a regular apartment in Forest Hills, Queens.
Russell went to Midtown High School to find Peter, and besides seeing Peter's potential to become Spider-Man in the future, there was another very important reason.
He valued Peter's intelligence.
In the Marvel world, where geniuses emerged endlessly, although Peter wasn't among the absolute most intelligent, he was still a rare talent.
In a certain parallel universe, Doctor Octopus, who inherited Peter's body, memories, and knowledge, combined their intellects and established the famous Parker Industries.
Although Parker Industries was established after Doctor Octopus's soul occupied Peter's body, it cannot be denied that Peter's own knowledge and intelligence provided Doctor Octopus with considerable assistance.
Although Russell couldn't make Doctor Octopus's soul possess Peter, he could make both Peter and Doctor Octopus his subordinates and have them contribute their strengths together.
Meeting with Peter was simple; he just drove his Porsche to Midtown High School and told Peter that he had a well-paying internship available, which easily attracted Peter, who was still an ordinary person.
Peter, who had already become Spider-Man, was difficult to fool, but Peter, who was just an ordinary person with not much money, wasn't hard to trick.
Thus, Peter, who was only a freshman in high school, became an intern at the agency.
Four o'clock in the afternoon.
After school, Peter arrived at the agency wearing casual clothes and carrying a backpack.
'Good afternoon, Mr. Bradley,' Peter said to Russell upon arriving at the agency.
'Good afternoon, Peter!'
Russell put down his game controller and looked up at the fresh and 'tasty' Peter.
In terms of appearance, Peter wasn't bad-looking.
But unfortunately, this guy lacked confidence.
He could have easily become a popular figure in school with his intelligence, but he deliberately made himself into a nerd that most American female students didn't like.
However, this couldn't entirely be blamed on Peter; his background was indeed a bit tragic.
His parents died young, and his uncle and aunt were ordinary people who couldn't teach him much.
Coupled with a less-than-ideal family environment, it was normal for a teenager in puberty to become insecure.
'Mr. Bradley, is there anything you need me to do today?'
Peter put down his backpack and asked again.
'Yes! Your job today is to learn how to take photos!'
Russell pointed to the newly bought DSLR camera and webcam on the desk and said slowly.