Capítulo 8: Chapter 7: Hell's Kitchen Massacre
At the church while eating food.
"Oh my God! I really don't understand why you became some kind of knight of God. Why didn't you just open a restaurant? You could conquer half of New York's diners!"
David shouted, stuffing a big chunk of braised meat into his mouth, paying no mind to the thick sauce dripping into his beard. He had already moved into a guest room on the second floor.
"Hmph!" Cohen said arrogantly, "I learned this craft from a chef at a hotel that was on the verge of bankruptcy. This is real skill!"
"With skills like this, how could they go bankrupt? Is your country's food industry that competitive?"
"Sigh," Cohen sighed. "It wasn't because his skills were bad, but because he added 'science' and some tricks to the dishes."
"What?" David was momentarily stunned, food still in his mouth. "You didn't add anything to these dishes, did you?"
Cohen rolled his eyes. "Why would I add anything to the food I eat myself? That chef was trying to cut costs, but the customers found out, and the place closed down a few days later."
"That's a relief," David sighed.
"How's the investigation into those two dirty cops going, Jaden and Isaac?"
David, still chewing, said between bites, "I hacked into the NYPD and found those two guys you mentioned. They are indeed dirty cops, and they seem to be working for a powerful employer. I haven't figured out the employer's identity yet, but I found they might be connected to a company..."
"What company?"
"Something like... United Construction Company. That's probably the name."
Cohen's heart skipped a beat. That name was familiar — it was the company of Wilson Fisk, a major underground boss in New York. What a coincidence.
"David, I'll give you a name. Wilson Fisk. Make him your top priority. Report any findings to me immediately!"
David frowned. "Wilson? Who is he?"
"You want to track down who's behind those dirty cops, right? Why not start with Wilson?"
David paused, his eyes lighting up with intrigue. "Did God give you another sign?"
Cohen smirked. "My dealings with God are none of your concern."
To aid Cohen, David used his top-tier hacking skills to infiltrate numerous cameras and even the NYPD's communication systems. Cohen, still unsatisfied, took advantage of the night to install numerous sensors and cameras in Hell's Kitchen's hidden corners. The goal was to create an alarm system covering all of Hell's Kitchen. Though it cost thousands of dollars, it was a drop in the bucket for David, a top-tier hacker.
Once preparations were complete, Cohen struck.
It was an ordinary night in Hell's Kitchen. A figure dressed in black and wearing a devil mask officially appeared in the public eye.
...
At the docks, a shipping container was unloaded from a boat. Several masked men in black opened the doors, revealing about a dozen disheveled women, some Eastern European, some Black, and some Asian.
One of the black-clad men waved his gun and shouted, "Get out! Anyone who screams gets shot!"
But behind them, a dark figure appeared.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Gunshots rang out, shell casings hit the ground, and blood sprayed. The women's screams echoed into the night. By the time they calmed down, there was no one of the masked men left.
...
In the back kitchen of a bar, a few small-time thugs were distributing drugs. They squabbled, each trying to take more, even pulling out guns to settle the matter.
"I want two kilos!"
"Bullshit! You got that kind of money?"
"F***, are you looking down on the 16th Blood Gang?"
Suddenly, a shadow flashed by the window.
"Who's there?"
The group rushed outside, but by then, the lights had all gone out. In the pitch-black darkness, they couldn't see anything. In a flash, a line of fire appeared, and a barrage of bullets tore into their bodies. By the time the magazine was empty, the group was already lying in pools of blood.
...
In a remote warehouse, two groups were negotiating an arms deal.
"Haha, a pleasure doing business. Come to me again when you need more. I'll give you a 10% discount next time."
"Thanks in advance!"
"Buying all this stuff, what's your plan? Need any help?"
"Hmph, you ask too many questions."
"Haha, then I won't ask. Money for goods. You..."
"Clack!"
Suddenly, the lights in the warehouse went out.
"Shit! You're trying to double-cross us!"
"Kill them!"
Gunfire erupted, but no one noticed a shadow moving like a leopard in the night, calmly taking out each life.
...
In just three days, Hell's Kitchen was gripped with terror. Before, good people wouldn't dare walk the streets of Hell's Kitchen at night. Now, even bad people wouldn't dare.
At the NYPD, newly appointed Commissioner George Stacy roared at his officers, "Why haven't you found anything yet? It's been three days! Do you know how many people that demon-masked killer has murdered? Fifty-seven! In three days! Not even soldiers in Afghanistan die at that rate! This is a slap in the face to the NYPD!"
Someone muttered, "But the victims were all criminals, gang members..."
"Who said that?" George Stacy's eyes flashed with fury. "I don't care whether they deserved to die or not. It's the law that should judge them, not some vigilante! It was bad enough with that guy in the red suit, but now there's outright murder. This is a blatant insult to the police, the government, and the law! I don't care what it takes, but find that demon-faced killer!"
"Yes, sir!" The high-ranking officers all saluted and left to carry out their orders.
...
But it wasn't just the NYPD hunting Cohen — the gangs of Hell's Kitchen were after him too. They even temporarily put aside their rivalries and held an underground meeting.
"Hmph, if we let this demon-face keep going, how are we supposed to do business?"
"From today, we're issuing a bounty! Ten thousand dollars for information, five hundred thousand to whoever kills him!"
"Also, go back and put pressure on the cops and politicians you're paying off. We need to work both sides of the law to take him down!"
Someone chuckled darkly, "While we're at it, why not add Daredevil to the list? Let's take him out too!"
"Good idea!"
"Let's do it!"
...
At the Emma Church, Cohen had temporarily halted his operations. He had received several rewards, significantly increasing his strength.
With a thought, he opened the system panel.
[Name: Cohen Wang
Age: 22
Bloodline: Human
Status: Normal
Strength: 10
Speed: 13
Defense: 7
Constitution: 7
Spirit: 15
Skills: Master of Combat, Proficient with Handguns, Expert in Traps, Proficient in Swimming, Skilled Sniper
Abilities: Night Vision, Compound Eyes
Items: None
Instances: Locked
Parallel Universes: Locked
Main Quest: The guilty must be punished
Black Iron-level Prey: 4/17
Latest Quest: Bronze Hunt
Bronze-level Prey: 0/1
Creed: Through killing, redemption is earned.]
In addition to gaining 13 attribute points, Cohen also acquired two skills: swimming proficiency and sniping expertise. He suspected that skills were divided into different levels: perhaps proficient, expert, master, and maybe higher, but that was still unknown.
As the required number of Black Iron-level prey increased, the rewards from killing small fry diminished. From now on, he needed to focus on Bronze-level prey!
He already had a target: senior Homeland Security agent Carson Wolfe, the corrupt cop who shot David off the bridge!
(End of chapter)
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