# Chapter 47: Mantis, Oriole, Hunter
Leaving Kane's security company training ground, Tang Song got into a black Mercedes-Benz.
Kane sat in the driver's seat, acting as the driver.
Tang Song sat in the back seat of the black Mercedes-Benz, speaking softly.
"Understood, Boss!"
Kane, focused on driving in the driver's seat, nodded in response.
The Painter is an ambitious and intelligent person. Someone with this personality would never be content to be subservient.
For Tang Song, Li Wen, with this personality, was an unstable factor.
However, the production of Super US Dollars in the early stages was inseparable from him, especially concerning the Counterfeit Plates.
But with Kane watching him, one Li Wen couldn't cause too much trouble.
"This batch of counterfeit currency has a large face value and a large quantity. It's impossible to sell it using the old methods. Once Li Wen prints this batch of US Dollars, we'll wholesale it out!"
Tang Song leaned his head back on the seat, closed his eyes to rest, and instructed Kane.
Previously, because the quantity of counterfeit currency was small, Tang Song and his group had their own channels – Casinos, convenience stores, laundromats – where they could discreetly circulate hundreds of millions of Super US Dollars without anyone knowing.
The Painter's craftsmanship was impeccable. The Super US Dollars produced by him could fool most Class C Counterfeit Detectors on the market and could be used as genuine currency.
However, this batch amounted to 70 billion US Dollars. If released all at once, the entire Federation's financial market would tremble.
To be cautious, Tang Song still planned to mitigate the risk.
"Right, how's the investigation into the Textile Factory I asked you to look into?"
Kane observed Tang Song's expression through the rearview mirror inside the car, adjusting the car speed accordingly.
He always drove very smoothly, the car almost always moving at a constant speed.
Tang Song in the back barely felt any bumps.
"Our surveillance personnel reported that the security there is very tight, but it doesn't seem like a government agency. Based on the intelligence analysis sent back, it should be a Stronghold for assassins!"
"Tell your people to be careful. That's the headquarters of the Brotherhood of Assassins!"
Tang Song said, his eyes closed, stroking the Jade Ring on his thumb.
They only found out later about the Brotherhood of Assassins' assassins attempting to assassinate Tang Song.
Now hearing that the Textile Factory was a Brotherhood of Assassins Stronghold, Kane immediately wanted to go and eliminate that group of assassins.
"Wait a moment," Tang Song raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. He had some plans regarding the Brotherhood of Assassins' assassins, but he needed to go there himself.
Tang Song was also quite curious about which bastard hired the Brotherhood of Assassins' assassins to kill him! "How are Frank and our Vigilante Mr. getting along?"
During this time, at his suggestion, Frank had put on the Punisher's vest and mixed with several vigilantes in New York.
Tang Song provided intelligence, helping them strike at New York's biggest gang leader - Kingpin.
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Night, New York suburbs, Scrap Yard, where lights were faintly visible.
"Twenty-seven gunmen, six sentries. This should be Kingpin's drug manufacturing plant, no mistake!"
Frank hid behind the wheel hub of an abandoned vehicle, his eyes as bright as a black wolf's in the night.
"You sneak in, I'll take care of them!"
Frank performed a tactical maneuver towards Matt Murdock, signaling him.
Matt Murdock nodded, propped his hands on the ground, and moved as flexibly as a ghost in the night, quickly moving through the Scrap Yard using the abandoned vehicles for cover.
The gunmen and sentries in the car plant had no way of detecting him.
Often, as soon as their gaze swept over, Matt Murdock would sense it in advance and quickly hide.
"Good moves!"
Frank watched Matt Murdock's figure disappear at the Factory Building entrance, chewed chewing gum, half-squatted, and pulled the trigger of the MA416 assault rifle.
Bang bang bang...
As his finger pulled the trigger, Frank felt as if time stopped at that moment.
The Zhuyan Breathing Technique within God-Demon Transformation not only allowed his physical fitness and stamina to break through.
When entering the battlefield, his mental state felt like returning home, exceptionally relaxed, as if he had transformed into the master of this battlefield.
Zhuyan - Resembles an ape, with a white head and red feet, its appearance signifies war, a fierce beast of war! The bullets fired from the MA416 assault rifle each accurately hit a gunman's forehead.
In a few seconds, all the gunmen within his line of sight fell.
"Enemy attack!"
The remaining few gunmen shouted and retreated behind bunkers.
Half-leaning out, they returned fire towards Frank with their guns.
People inside the Factory Building also heard the commotion, and a squad of gunmen rushed out from inside, unleashing frantic firepower from dozens of meters away with shotguns and submachine guns.
"Hey! Bastards, taste this!"
Frank performed a few tactical maneuvers, circled around into the back of an abandoned pickup truck, took out a hand grenade, bit off the safety pin, and tossed it lightly.
"Boom!"
Inside the Factory Building, dozens of workers wearing work clothes seemed completely oblivious to the commotion outside, focusing on manipulating the white powder on the workbench.
More than a dozen gunmen patrolled back and forth in the workshop!
Hearing the explosion outside, their expressions changed simultaneously.
"Enemy attack! Quickly notify Boss Bullseye, call Mr. Kingpin!"
"Pack things up, transfer, it's not safe here anymore!"
Matt Murdock, in his black and red tight suit, hooked his leg onto a beam and hung halfway from the pillar. "No, we can't let them take the people away! These are enough to send Kingpin to prison!"
Matt Murdock "looked" at the drugs piled up in the factory and the workers manufacturing drugs, making up his mind. He released his leg and leaped down from the beam, swinging his specialized telescopic blind cane directly towards the gunmen's faces.
"Da da da"
Frank was well aware of the importance of strategic transfer. He would fire a few shots and then move to a different location, making it impossible for the gunmen to concentrate firepower on him.
The countless abandoned vehicles in the Scrap Yard were the best cover. Basically, as long as he wasn't unlucky enough to be hit by a stray bullet.
Frank could easily eliminate dozens of gunmen with his firepower.
"Excellent!"
Manor living room, Tang Song cut the veal steak on his plate, watching the projector screen, like watching a movie, observing Frank's brilliant performance.
After Frank's physical fitness improved, not to mention ordinary people, even some mutants and superheroes might not be his match when he was fully armed.
Over twenty scrapped cars in the Abandoned Car Repair Shop were sent in by people Tang Song arranged, and they were installed with specialized miniature camera devices.
It could be said that Kingpin's drug manufacturing plant's every move was under his nose.
Tang Song didn't know that Kingpin had paid to hire assassins to kill him, but New York's territory was only so big. A single mountain forest could only support one tiger.
If Tang Song wanted to rise, he naturally had to remove obstacles.
"How much stock Kingpin had recently accumulated?"
Lane was using a knife and fork to tackle the red sausage on his plate. Hearing Tang Song's question, he calculated, "Based on the time their raw materials entered and the number of workers, there should be about 12 million USD worth of goods!"
Tang Song put down his knife and fork, took a paper towel to wipe his hands. "12 million, that amount is enough to send our Mr. Wilson to jail for a while!"
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Abandoned Car Repair Shop. At this moment, Frank, relying on his skill and gun, was almost completely suppressing Kingpin's group of gunmen.
Just as he did a side-prone maneuver and slid under an abandoned vehicle, a black knife with a sharp whistling sound slashed towards his neck.
The angle was tricky, the strike was extremely vicious, and the key was that Frank hadn't even detected when the enemy had approached.
"Crack!"
Frank didn't have time to think, raising his MA16 horizontally in front of him. The sharp katana cut halfway in directly. Frank used his right hand to block the katana and quickly reached for his waist with his left hand.
"Bang bang bang!"
Three consecutive shots from the high-power military pistol directly sent the black-clad ninja flying.
His chest was completely shattered! Swoosh! Another black katana stabbed directly from behind Frank, aiming for his heart.
"Bang!"
Frank extended his left hand to his armpit and shot the forehead of the suddenly appearing black-clad ninja.
"Hiss—"
Just as Frank succeeded with a shot, a knife suddenly stabbed upwards from the ground below.
Frank quickly leaned back, the knife grazing his bulletproof vest, cutting a deep gash in the vest.
"Bang bang!"
Frank threw the handgun on the ground, pulled out a dog leg knife from the side of his calf, and held it in his palm with a side grip.
From the shadows, eight black-clad ninjas walked out, holding katanas in both hands, the blades coated in black paint.
"Clang!"
The moment the eight black-clad ninjas surrounded Frank and charged forward, Frank sidestepped, rolled out through a gap in their encirclement, leaving behind a hand grenade with the safety pin pulled out! "Boom!"
"Beautiful!"
As expected of someone from the army, Tang Song praised, watching Frank's series of brilliant tactics.
"Kingpin has The Hand ninjas here too,"
However, after seeing these black-clad ninjas, Tang Song blinked and rubbed his chin.
These ninjas were clearly ambushed here in advance.
So, this was a trap?
...…
"Matt, what are you doing?"
Frank finished dealing with the gunmen and ninjas in the Abandoned Car Repair Shop and entered the Factory Building, finding Matt Murdock, covered in blood, surrounded by a group of workers.
Seeing this, Frank immediately raised his handgun, ready to shoot.
"Punisher, no! They are all deaf-mute people!"
Matt Murdock held his blind cane, unsure how to deal with the deaf-mute people in front of him.
Some of them were trafficked by The Hand, others owed usurious loans and had their ears deafened and tongues cut off by The Hand's people, used as tools for drug manufacturing.
After The Hand's factory was raided, these skilled workers were taken over by Kingpin.
Just as Matt Murdock finished dealing with the guarding gunmen and wanted to destroy the drugs, these people suddenly swarmed forward and surrounded him.
"Bang!"
Frank looked at the deaf-mute workers also surrounding him and directly raised his hand to fire.
"Clang!"
Matt Murdock's blind cane flew out, hitting Frank's gun barrel. Frank's shot hit the wall.
"Don't hurt them!"
The deaf-mute workers, who had retreated in fear after Frank's shot, suddenly gained courage seeing this scene.
"Woman's kindness!"
Tang Song watched the two falling into internal conflict over dozens of deaf-mute workers. Tang Song's eyes, as he looked at Matt Murdock on the screen, held deep disdain! "Kane, take your men over! Let's see what tricks Boss Kingpin has prepared!"
"Yes, Boss!"
In several trucks already parked near the Scrap Yard, Kane placed the laptop bag he carried with him on the ground and opened it, taking out his radio intercom headset and putting it on. His fingers flew across the computer keyboard.
Several small drones flew up and headed towards the Scrap Yard.
Dozens of fully armed soldiers arrived at the Abandoned Car Repair Shop. The micro-camera on each soldier's helmet could transmit the footage to the computer screen. Combined with the cameras on the drones, Kane could easily see the entire situation. His responsibility was to coordinate, provide technical support, and formulate tactics against the enemy.
"Team A stays behind, guarding the road leading to the Scrap Yard. Teams B and C, advance alternately, ensuring you occupy advantageous positions for firepower cover. Team D will provide long-range sniper fire!"
Kane's voice was extremely steady, without a hint of fluctuation.
The soldiers pulled down their night vision goggles. In the dark green vision, everything was clearly visible, down to the smallest detail, quite clear.
FROG flame-retardant gloves gently rested on the trigger. The lightweight black combat boots produced by Stark Industries stepped on the gravel ground of the scrap yard without making a sound.
.........
"Someone's here!"
Matt Murdock's eyes were dripped with a chemical reagent when he was a child. While losing his sight, his five senses were enhanced exponentially.
A sense of smell and sense of hearing several times that of a normal person made him Daredevil.
When the chaotic footsteps stopped at the entrance, Matt Murdock sensed it.
"Kingpin's reinforcements?"
Frank glanced at Matt, clicked, took out a shotgun, and loaded it with bullets.
"Bang!"
Just as he reached the entrance, Frank's years of battlefield experience made him dive to the left, hiding behind the door.
Where he had just been standing, a fist-sized bullet crater appeared on the ground!
"Sniper!"
Frank looked at the shotgun in his hand, gritted his teeth, and shouted into the Factory Building, "Don't come out, Matt, there's a sniper!"
While speaking, Frank pulled a smoke grenade from his waist and threw it out.
Immediately, thick smoke rose, obscuring the entire factory entrance area.
Frank gripped the shotgun in his hand. He could analyze the sniper's position based on the gunfire and impact points, but the range of the shotgun in his hand wasn't enough! "Wait until they get closer for close combat!"
Frank made up his mind, pulled out his handgun, and placed it beside him! "Clang!"
Hand Grenade! Frank heard a clang, his head jolted, and he dove into the Factory Building without thinking.
Frank felt dizzy. It wasn't a hand grenade, it was flashbang grenades and concussion grenades! Frank lay on the ground, listening to the dense but orderly footsteps outside the door.
At the factory entrance, a bald man in a leather jacket stood at the main gate. Around him, over a hundred gunmen surrounded the factory area.
"Clang," "Clang!". "Damn it, it's hand grenades, go!"
"Boom boom boom boom..."
Explosions continued. The deaf-mute workers in the factory area had no time to dodge and were directly blown into the air by the hand grenades.
On the other side, although the effect of the concussion grenades hadn't worn off, Frank, relying on his powerful physical fitness, recalled the Factory Building blueprint/diagram, rolled to the back wall of the Factory Building, took out a phone-sized plastic explosive, and stuck it on.
"Boom!"
...
"Before reaching a high position, there is ultimately a difference between personal bravery and systemic strength!"
Everything in the Factory Building was transmitted in real-time to Tang Song via surveillance footage.
Matt Murdock was also a somewhat famous superhero. Although his strength wasn't very high, it was sufficient compared to ordinary people and gangs.
Frank had also been cultivating Zhu Yan Transformation for some time, but facing targeted, organized armed forces, he could only flee for his life.
"Boss!?"
Kane held a military sniper rifle, locking onto the conspicuous target tattooed on the bald man's forehead through the scope.
Kane turned his head, waiting for Tang Song to issue the command through the wireless communicator sewn into his collar.
"Take them down!"
Tang Song watched the fiery scene on the projector, raised the wine glass in his hand, and drank it in one gulp.
(End of Chapter)