In addition, using guns to kill is too efficient.
He also enjoys the feeling of killing with a gun in an instant.
There is also a simpler method of killing—powerful explosives such as bombs, which are chemically synthesized explosives. A few rounds can take care of any number of people.
However, often within these gangs, besides the gang members themselves, there are also women and other somewhat innocent people involved.
He couldn’t bear to kill these people; Bi Xiao couldn’t get past that hurdle in his mind.
He doesn’t want to be someone utterly without principles, especially considering that Earth still has the Sorcerer Supreme Ancient One. He doesn’t know if he completely becomes a remorseless killing god, whether that bald female sorcerer would suddenly appear and take him away.
Bi Xiao knows he can still make trouble now; every minute and second he is dancing on the path of courting death.
Whether Ancient One will discover him, Bi Xiao has no idea, but he thinks it’s quite likely that he will be noticed.
As Bi Xiao’s actions grow larger, they will cause more significant changes to the future timeline. How could a sorcerer like the Ancient One, who likes to meddle with time, fail to notice such changes?
As for finding him, Bi Xiao himself doesn’t believe it would be hard for Ancient One.
He thinks Ancient One hasn’t found him yet, either because Dormammu, who has always coveted this universe, has tied up her time, or she is just observing from the shadows.
Thus, Bi Xiao thinks it’s best to keep a low profile while he is still weak, to become worthy of being a Legend, one must reach the level of a Sky Father.
Considering the direction he’s currently showing, in the future, he will actively seek to kill werewolves, vampires, demons, and all other creatures that could endanger Earth.
It's important to leave a good impression on Ancient One early on.
After all, he indeed plans to do so.
From his own interest, forming a good relationship with Kamar-Taj and Ancient One is an excellent choice. The channels for acquiring magical knowledge are safe and stable, only available through Kamar-Taj, of course, there is also the Darkhold, but this object carries a considerably terrifying Debuff.
Looking at this thing, learning the dark magic within, it is very easy to have one’s soul corrupted, even to attract the attention of an Old God.
It's just not worth it.
Considering these factors, Bi Xiao knows he should also start his subsequent plans early, given his current level of life, unless he is surrounded by a large-scale military and bombarded with missiles, his individual combat ability is already ranked among the world's elite.
As long as he doesn’t provoke individuals like Professor X or Magneto, it’s virtually impossible for ordinary people to defeat him.
Of course, Bi Xiao will not become arrogant or high-profile. Before he believes he can become a Legend, stability is most crucial.
The actual execution of subsequent paths and plans will differ from reality, but there is a main theme throughout, and Bi Xiao doesn’t care about the minor details, as the unexpected in real life always brings unimaginable changes.
Additionally, in Queens, the crackdown has been severe. After four months of continuous slaughter, not only the police, but the gangs here are not all fools.
The gunmen of Hermano Del are considered one of the significant gangs in Queens, and with them wiped out, the local gangs will definitely abandon this area. No one wants to be suddenly visited by the Grim Reaper.
With the police also cracking down hard, Bi Xiao plans to expand his business scope.
In fact, he's too lazy to kill small fry like shrimps; he has felt the life essence from one or two human lives enhancing his power gradually decrease, mainly because his level of life has reached that of a supernatural being. To put it simply, as his level increases, the experience gained from minor foes decreases.
He can only rely on quantity now.
Efficiency is too low, he needs to find some supernatural beings to kill, such as mutants or werewolves, vampires.
He will transition during this time, meticulously sculpting and enhancing his physical quality, especially his mastery of strength, which he sees as a form of compulsion and also beneficial to himself.
“Time to sleep~~”
It's already evening, a wave of sleepiness hits, and after stretching and washing the dishes, Bi Xiao heads back to his room to sleep, the upheavals and turmoil outside are of no concern to him.
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Hell’s Kitchen, this is one of the most chaotic, yet also one of the most stable and peaceful areas in New York.
It is chaotic because of the large number of gangs and the countless cases of arson, robbery, and pillaging, with incessant gang warfare and territory disputes. The residents here wake up each day praying that misfortune will not befall them.
The police are also unable to eradicate the crime here.
Or rather, due to various entanglements of interests, the NYPD cannot, and do not, take forceful action, making this area a unique part of New York.
Peace, however, is due to one man.
A gang leader named Kingpin, who controls a large number of thugs and gunmen, has dominated Hell’s Kitchen and even the underground world of New York. He has maintained a certain peace and established rules.
Under a ruler with a strong hand, Hell’s Kitchen maintains a very unusual peace.
Kingpin is well aware that Hell’s Kitchen can be chaotic, but it must not become so chaotic that it draws the absolute attention of the government and the NYPD, who might then consider it a place that only produces trash and no profit, and thus, it would be ruthlessly excised like a cancerous tumor.
Kingpin’s presence, undoubtedly, makes the gangs of Hell’s Kitchen fear him.
In Hell’s Kitchen, there is a large building, and in a huge, spacious, luxurious office on the top floor, a very tall man about 1.9 meters high, dressed in a gray-white suit, sits in a specially made chair, flipping through some important documents.
Then, a knock on the door is heard, followed by the door handle turning, and a figure walks in.
“Got a job?”
This is a slightly weathered man with a round target tattoo on his forehead, facing the terrifying man before him with a very indifferent expression, showing neither fear nor apprehension, as if an employee facing his employer.
In fact, the relationship between him and the man before him is precisely that of an employee and employer.
“There’s a guy called the Butcher showing up in Queens. Take a look; I’m interested in him, Bullseye,” the corpulent bald man said with a sinister smile, his ring-laden hand placing the file in front of Bullseye.