Su Modie naturally knew who the Joseph Fisk was talking about.
He was an old-school villain from Marvel comics and one of Little Spider's classic archenemies—Hammerhead.
To put it simply, he was a literal iron-headed blockhead.
Thinking of this, Su Modie couldn't help but complain in her heart.
Yes, another of Spider-Man's archenemies.
You'll find that these New York gang villains, whether it's Kingpin, Tombstone, or this Hammerhead, and even the Vulture's crew, all have one thing in common—they only pick on a good kid like Little Spider who doesn't kill.
Let's see if they'd dare to provoke Thor.
Would they dare to mess with the Hulk?
They only pick on that poor student Peter Parker because of his kind heart, bullying him to no end.
But Su Modie was no Peter Parker, and Unohana Retsu certainly wasn't either.
They naturally wouldn't care about such a lowlife who bullied the weak and feared the strong.
"It's fine."
Unohana Retsu watched the intense firefight below, her voice still gentle and soft, as if discussing tonight's weather: "Mr. Fisk, as long as they follow my instructions, fighting while retreating, they don't need to win, nor do they need to fight head-on. As long as they have a single breath left and can crawl out alive, that's enough."
Hearing this, Fisk's hand tightened around his cane, his face filled with confusion and anxiety.
He didn't understand what this new 'person in charge' was intending.
"Leave a single breath... and crawl out?"
What use would that be?
Not to mention that if someone is hit by a flurry of bullets and suffers a major hemorrhage without timely treatment, they'd be gone in minutes. Furthermore, that madman called 'Hammerhead' was incredibly cruel; his favorite thing to do was use that hard alloy head to smash his opponent's limbs into comminuted fractures.
Even if they were lucky enough to survive and crawl out, they would be disabled and unable to care for themselves.
For a gang, disabled subordinates have no value and still need money to be supported; they are a pure burden.
Fisk clearly didn't understand.
On the other side, the fierce battle in the industrial park had reached a fever pitch.
Or rather, it was a one-sided Carnage.
Amidst the chaotic gunfire, a burly man wearing an old-fashioned striped suit with a head as square as a brick was the most conspicuous.
He was the leader of the Magia Gang, Joseph, nicknamed 'Hammerhead'.
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"Hahaha! Is that all you've got? Fisk's spineless cowards!"
Hammerhead laughed wildly, charging forward through the dense hail of bullets.
The bullets hit his iron-hard, flat-topped forehead, and besides a series of sparks and some clanging, they couldn't even scratch his skin.
He slammed brutally into the defensive line of Fisk's men.
"Ah!!"
One of Fisk's men didn't even have time to change his magazine before Hammerhead grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up.
"Break for me!"
Hammerhead roared, using that alloy forehead comparable to a hydraulic press to smash down hard onto the subordinate's head.
Thud!
The subordinate didn't even let out a scream before his head was split open, and he slumped down covered in blood. But it wasn't over yet; Hammerhead seemed to enjoy this violence, pinning the man against the wall and smashing his head into the man's arm again.
Crack!
The arm broke instantly, twisting at a bizarre angle.
Hammerhead then grabbed the man and threw him like a sack of grain at his companions, instantly knocking the crowd over.
In an instant, Fisk's men were completely routed.
"Retreat! Retreat quickly! We can't even hurt this monster!"
The remaining subordinates finally broke, dragging their dying companion as they scrambled out of the factory gates.
A few minutes later.
The blood-covered, bedraggled subordinates knelt before Unohana Retsu and Fisk.
The unlucky guy with the split head and broken arm was now drawing more breaths out than in, looking like he was about to pass away.
"Boss... what should we do?"
The team leader cried out, looking at Fisk in despair: "Karl is dying... that Hammerhead isn't human, we're simply no match for him!"
Fisk clenched his fists and said nothing, only instinctively stepping aside to reveal Unohana Retsu behind him.
He didn't understand.
What was the point of letting these people go in to die and then dragging their broken bodies back?
Was it to establish authority? Or simple punishment?
However, in the next second, Fisk was stunned.
Unohana Retsu simply walked forward calmly and knelt beside the dying Karl.
"Bear with it, it might be a bit itchy."
She spoke softly, then raised her fair, jade-like palms, letting them hover gently over Karl's mangled wounds.
Hum—
A soft and life-filled pale green light lit up from her palms.
Immediately after, a scene that left everyone present dumbfounded occurred.
Under the shroud of the green light, Karl's sunken skull actually began to reset itself, and the torn scalp tissue writhed, reweaving and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The arm that had been broken into several pieces was accompanied by a series of snapping and popping sounds as the bones automatically reconnected and the muscles regenerated.
[simulation value +21]
In less than ten seconds.
Karl, who had already seen his Great-grandmother waving at him, suddenly took a sharp breath, as if waking from a nightmare.
"I... I'm...?"
Karl touched his head in a daze and then waved the arm that had just been broken.
Forget the wound, not even a scar was left; she had even healed an old knife wound on his arm along the way!
At this moment, his face was flushed and he was full of vigor, feeling like he could go another three hundred rounds in this state!
"Ho... Holy crap?!"
Wesley's glasses slid to the tip of his nose, and Fisk's small eyes widened even further.
Unohana Retsu stood up and clapped her hands, still wearing that gentle smile.
"Since your injuries are healed, please continue to work hard."
"I don't want to see anyone slacking off."
At this moment, the eyes of all Fisk's men changed.
It was a look that went from despair to fanaticism, and then to awe.
With such a living immortal presiding over them who could snatch people from the hands of King Yama, what the hell were they afraid of?
As long as they weren't blown to bits instantly, they had an infinite life extension buff!
"Yes! Big Sister!!"
Karl and his teammates were suddenly energized as if they'd been injected with chicken blood, picking up their guns and howling as they charged back into the factory.
Fisk watched this scene, no longer daring to underestimate this gentle woman in the slightest.
This ability... was even more monstrous than that of Miss Reze and Miss Quanxi!
...Meanwhile, inside the factory.
"Hmph, a bunch of trash."
Hammerhead was smugly wiping the blood from his forehead, looking at the retreating figures with utter disdain.
"Is that it? Fisk's men really are a useless bunch; they run after taking one shot. It's a disgrace to all gangsters."
He felt that unifying New York's underworld was just around the corner.
Especially that unlucky guy Karl just now, who he'd mangled beyond recognition; his body would be cold by now.
That should be enough to teach Fisk a lesson.
However, Hammerhead had only been smug for a few minutes.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The familiar sound of gunfire rang out again.
"Hmm? Courting death!" Hammerhead roared, turning to look.
He didn't need to look to know, but when he did, Hammerhead was stunned for a few seconds.
He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.
The guys who had just run away were charging back, and they looked... completely unharmed?
Especially the one charging at the front... hadn't this guy just had his skull split open?
What the hell is going on?
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