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Typhoid Mary had a striking, almost unnerving presence. Standing at 1.78 ters tall, she had a fit, voluptuous figure with pale skin and a rosy complexion. She wore black jeans secured by a brown belt, though her left leg's jean was torn open up to the thigh, revealing torn fishnet stockings underneath. Her upper body was clad in a white cropped top that revealed just enough to draw attention, and over it, she wore a black leather jacket. A circular black tattoo on her exposed abdon added a touch of edgy style to her appearance.
But what stood out most was her long, blood-red hair, cascading like a river of fire. Her beauty was disturbing, almost morbid, and her fanatical gaze only heightened her dangerous allure. She seed like a living embodint of a succubus—soone capable of devouring anyone who crossed her path.
Faced with a woman as volatile as Typhoid Mary, most would feel terror creeping into their bones. But the two newcors, Natasha and Leon, showed no emotion. Leon, in particular, glanced at the crazed woman with disinterest, as though her deadly charm ant nothing to him.
His sharp instincts kicked in instantly, analyzing her every detail. He could tell from a glance that Typhoid Mary had formidable abilities—likely the strongest combatant among Kingpin's crew, and her skillset was remarkably well-rounded.
At the sa ti information from Sky Blade on her ca as well. Her backstory, he realized, was one of tragedy, typical of an anti-hero with a violent and ruthless streak. Only soone like Kingpin could manage to keep her under control. With a team like this, even Little Spider would struggle to deal with them.
As Typhoid Mary gazed at Leon with a twisted smile, her expression scread, I'm going to tear your heart out and savor it. But Leon ignored her completely, focusing his attention on Kingpin and Obadiah. This infuriated her. Her blood-red lips twisted into a cruel grin, and with a swift motion, she drew two razor-sharp knives from her back, ready to strike.
But before she could move, Leon's figure vanished from where he stood, causing everyone in the room to tense up, their pupils shrinking in shock.
In the next mont, before anyone could react, a golden cross star suddenly appeared in front of Typhoid Mary. She was mid-charge, but an overwhelming sense of danger washed over her, freezing her in place. A wave of fear paralyzed her entire body.
The other bodyguards panicked, aiming their guns at Leon, but none dared pull the trigger. anwhile, beads of cold sweat ford on Typhoid Mary's forehead.
Why... why can't I move? she scread internally. Her wild and lawless nature wanted to break free, to resist, but her body was completely unresponsive. It was as if her mind had beco disconnected from her instincts.
Leon, tall and imposing, looked down at her with a playful smirk. As she stared back in disbelief, he reached out, gently grasping her chin. He lifted it slightly and leaned in, his voice low and almost soothing as he said, "Be still, Mary."
Her eyes t his, reflecting his handso face and those deep, gem-like eyes. There was sothing unsettling in his gaze—a flicker of blood-red that exuded an overpowering, commanding presence. Under its intensity, Typhoid Mary felt her very soul tremble, as though it might shatter under the pressure of this unseen force. She could sense a storm of raw power, like red lightning, swirling within him.
To her shock, the violent ripples of this spirit stirred sothing within her. In the presence of this overwhelming aura, the fierce, sadistic Bloody Mary—known for her cruelty—felt sothing she never had before: a blush crept across her face, and she shyly averted her gaze.
Everyone in the room was stunned. Typhoid Mary—Bloody Mary—the woman with multiple personalities, who was always bloodthirsty and violent, was now... embarrassed? This was a woman so unhinged that only Kingpin had ever been able to control her. And now, a stranger had sohow managed to subdue her with just a look and a few words.
Leon smirked, amused by her reaction, while Natasha, standing behind him, rolled her eyes in mild irritation. She didn't exactly like what she was seeing but knew it was just part of the ga. Still, it's annoying, she thought.
Kingpin, however, could no longer sit idly by. Rising from his chair, his imnse fra gave off the aura of a tank rolling into battle. His face was hard and expressionless as he pushed past his bodyguards and took a heavy step forward, his voice low and nacing. "Who are you?" he demanded, his eyes dark with suspicion.
Leon released Typhoid Mary's chin, standing tall as he t Kingpin's gaze. Behind him, Typhoid Mary stood dazed.
Without missing a beat, Leon responded, his voice calm but thunderous in its impact, "For the next three months, you, your n, and anyone in New York with extraordinary abilities are to stay away from Tony Stark. If so much as a single hair on his head is hard, every one of you—every last one of you—will die."
The room fell deathly silent. Everyone stared at Leon in disbelief, their minds struggling to comprehend the audacity of his words. He had just threatened Kingpin, the ruler of New York's underworld, the man feared by all.
It was as if they were witnessing a madman speak—soone completely insane enough to challenge the Emperor of the Underworld, Wilson Fisk.
Doesn't he know what Kingpin ans?
Obadiah sat in his chair, his brow furrowed in confusion. Is this man really connected to Tony Stark? A cold glint flashed in his eyes. He subtly signaled his subordinates with a thumbs-up, and one of them calmly nodded, his right hand slipping into his pocket as if readying sothing.
For now, Obadiah decided to wait and see how Kingpin would react.
Kingpin's n knew his temperant, and he did not disappoint. He let out a low, angry laugh. "How interesting. All these years, and you're the first person bold enough to say sothing like that to ."
His voice dropped with malice. "I was just going to kill you, but now... you'll experience the most brutal torture and punishnt the world has ever seen, just for those words."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Bloody Mary—who had monts before been shy—suddenly wore a sick, twisted grin. She pulled out her twin blades from her waist, and with a wild, graceful motion, slashed them through the air, aiming for Leon's shoulders.
At the sa ti, Sandman, Rhino, Bullseye, and Lady Bullseye sprang into action, attacking Leon and Natasha, who stood near the door.
But before anyone could fully comprehend what was happening, a foot, glowing with a golden light, was already connecting with Bloody Mary's face.
Ti seed to slow down to a crawl.
BOOM!
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