Exiting the United Construction Company, Harry let out a relaxed smile.

The feeling of overpowering others with sheer force was quite pleasant—especially against those who were self-righteous and held high positions.

Perhaps this was the dark side of his nature.

"So, who are you?" Harry walked to the side of the street; he had long noticed someone following him from the shadows.

"Mr. Osborne is indeed no ordinary person," spoke an elderly lady, who was also Harry's fellow townswoman from his previous life, Madam Gao. "You can call me Madam Gao, I am the drug supplier for Kingpin."

"What do you have to say, Madam Gao?"

Harry was not surprised that the first to betray Kingpin was Madam Gao.

In fact, within Kingpin's criminal empire, the Hand represented by Madam Gao was a very unique group.

They were not a gang in the true sense, but an extremely organized ninja assassin group, dedicated to expanding their influence in the shadows.

They possessed a special technology, or rather a resource—a dragon bone said to be able to resurrect the dead—and used it to form secret relationships with many high-ranking officials and nobles. In Hell's Kitchen, the Rand Corporation was such an organization under their control.

Madam Gao used Kingpin's connections to operate the drug trade in Hell's Kitchen and relied on this money and power to search for the legendary dragon bones buried here.

Unfortunately, Harry had too many ways to deal with Kingpin, involving a wide range of official forces, which was nothing more than overpowering with force, a dimensional strike— even the military was involved.

As Harry expected, Madam Gao was indeed here to surrender.

"...This evidence will become a sharp sword to destroy Kingpin's criminal empire, directly targeting Kingpin's vitals," Madam Gao seemed not to like speaking English very much, and there was a translator next to her. "As long as you let us off the hook."

Harry laughed, Madam Gao was quite sensible, and did not make any requests for Harry to help sell drugs.

But Harry was not interested in these underground transactions; although the drug trade was profitable, it was not sustainable and overdraws development potential. Relying on the system for long-term development was Harry's plan.

He liked being a capitalist in heaven, not a little overlord in hell.

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"Madam Gao, don't you really think I would let you go?" Harry said directly in Chinese, "Or do you think I would be interested in your little industry?"

"I like an idiom 'When the nest is overturned, how can the eggs remain unbroken'. Now that I have the opportunity to send you to hell, should I let you off the hook? But considering your surrender, I advise you to run when you can, or you will end up in jail."

As for the evidence... joking aside, in the current situation, it's not a problem to sentence Kingpin and his gang to hundreds or even thousands of years; would he lack evidence?

"Madam Gao, if you and your forces can give up your illegal industries, I don't mind letting you be a small contractor in Hell's Kitchen, but do you know how to operate legally? This is America, a modern democratic and法治 state, not a temple or a feudal dynasty. I really doubt you were dug up from some dynasty."

In fact, Madam Gao could indeed be considered an antique dug up from some dynasty because, due to the dragon bones, she had lived indeed too long.

Ignoring Madam Gao's embarrassed face, Harry left directly, not afraid even if the Hand planned to take action against him; he had long coveted the dragon bones.

After walking a few steps, someone appeared from the darkness again, this time a hot young woman with red hair.

S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Natasha, the Black Widow.

"Wow... On such a bloody night, I actually met a stunner..." Harry took the initiative to approach, "Do you need me to escort you home, sweetheart?"

"Of course, I'm just afraid you dare not." The Black Widow was indeed charming and flirtatious, teasing Harry's heart.

Many predecessors of time travelers were wary of this Black Widow, but if there was a real opportunity, Harry would like to try...

Cough, that's far off.

"So, which side are you on? I have to know where to take you, my lady."

"Strategic Scientific Reserve, domestic... Ah, forget this damn name, Agent Natasha, from a mysterious organization." The sexy agent read halfway and suddenly rolled her eyes, which was pleasing to the eye.

"Opening up is the foundation of communication, you have completed the first step, why not be more honest?" Harry took the initiative to put his arm around Natasha's waist, and the two walked on the deserted street, with a building not far away still burning.

"What do you want to know?" Harry was not ignorant of the Black Widow and S.H.I.E.L.D., after a busy day, he wanted to go home, but he could be busy for a while with this opportunity.

"How did you get out of that building?" Natasha's hand also came up, "You seem to be stronger than you look."

Although there was such an intimate action, Harry knew that the Black Widow was probably just gathering information.

This made Harry gradually lose interest, he couldn't wait to go home and have a candlelight dinner with Helie.

After a few rounds of mutual routine, Harry gradually lost interest in this Black Widow, he was not a lickspittle, and did not eat the set of being coquettish.

"So, this agent, what do you want to find me for? I don't think fighting evil is worth a department to talk to me, the FBI won't find me either, I am just the sponsor of the action."

"Kingpin is a tough character, weighing more than 400 pounds, more than 90% of which is muscle, saying that he can lift a small car is not a joke, how did you get out of it? Are you really Captain America?"

Sure enough, these S.H.I.E.L.D. agents have probably been staring at him for a long time, but before, he was just a boss and inventor of a technology company, until he killed Bullseye, which made them suspicious.

"And... we received reliable information that you seem to be different, Mr. Osborne." Natasha continued to grope Harry up and down, which made Harry a little speechless.

But reliable information... where did they get reliable information? It seems that his previous guess was correct.

To feel a man's physical change intuitively, in addition to fighting, there are indeed other ways.

"Reliable information, right... Why not continue to ask about your reliable sources?" Harry did not mean to admit it, but he did not deny it either.

Natasha pondered, but she had other things to say.

"What are you going to do with Kingpin? He is very important, even if he is gone, there will be a second Kingpin."

Hearing this, Harry couldn't help but laugh.

"This is not what you said, right?" Agents like Natasha generally don't need to, nor will they think about the problem in this way, "Tell me, why do you think that in a capitalist country, there will be a need for a feudal dynasty-style gang organization? Is it to highlight your incompetence?"

After saying this, Harry's driver arrived, and Harry didn't plan to explain, signaling the driver to drive quickly. The driver was very confused:

Such a beautiful girl, Harry said to leave and leave, and didn't invite her to talk about a business deal together?

And Natasha was also confused, but not because of what Harry said, but because:

This guy just left me here? How is it different from what the intelligence said? Is it that I can't compare with those little girls?

For this, Harry still has that sentence, he is not a lickspittle, not interested in being hung up.