[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens":3,"chapter-starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-62":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Starting from Warhammer to Raid the All Heavens",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2277835,4456,"Chapter 62: You're the Black King, aren't you? Let me see how tough you really are","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-62",62,"\u003Cp>The setting sun dipped below the horizon, and the sky gradually darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilson loved to stand before the floor-to-ceiling windows of Fisk Tower at sunset, watching Hell’s Kitchen slip from dusk into night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because only after the sun set did Hell’s Kitchen reveal its true face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dirty, chaotic, bloody... a kingdom belonging to the Black King, obeying no laws or rules, only bowing to him—Wilson Fisk, Kingpin!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilson was accustomed to lighting a Cohiba cigar, pairing it with a glass of whiskey, then sitting in that plush chair, silently admiring his kingdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, something felt different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilson gazed at Hell’s Kitchen sinking into night, bathed in the last glow of the setting sun, yet it appeared desolate, bleak—even the sparse figures on the streets suddenly sent a chill through him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, bad news, BOSS!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a subordinate burst through the door in panic, face pale with terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, anyone daring to disturb him at this hour would be rewarded with a bullet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But perhaps that fleeting chill had given Wilson a foreboding sense—he turned, eyes fierce and brutal, locking onto the intruder: “What happened?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“J-just now... Hell’s Kitchen has been completely sealed off!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The subordinate trembled, sweat pouring down his face, voice shaking with fear: “The men below say they saw dozens of military armored vehicles—and even... even tanks!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Armored vehicles? Tanks?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Wilson heard this, he suspected his subordinate was high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you sure you didn’t misread?” It wasn’t that he didn’t believe him—it was simply unimaginable. The military had nothing to do with them. Why bother sealing off Hell’s Kitchen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be the army was short on DP and came to raid Hell’s Kitchen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That made no sense—even if they looted the entire district, it wouldn’t last two days for those damn soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“BOSS, I swear I didn’t missee!” The subordinate’s face turned ashen as he raised a trembling hand in oath: “Hundreds of armored vehicles have surrounded Hell’s Kitchen—no fly can get out!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Order everyone back. Absolutely no provocation of the military!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilson realized the gravity of the situation and immediately turned to grab the phone on his desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The military was moving aggressively—he needed to know at least some of the inside information.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dialing one number, Wilson carefully chose his tone, trying to sound as gentle as possible: “Senator Charles? This is Wilson Fisk...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wilson? What Wilson? I don’t know you. Don’t call here again!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To his shock, the senator on the other end outright denied knowing him and hung up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“??? ”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dark premonition surged in Wilson’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly dialed the second number—but the result was nearly identical; this time, no one answered at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third, fourth... up to the tenth call—either no one picked up, or they outright denied him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRASH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilson smashed the phone with a punch, black veins bulging, his face turning purple with rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I spent so much money—and in the end, they’re all useless! Useless!” His furious roar echoed through the vast office; his fists, like iron bowls, shattered the two-meter-long rosewood desk—revealing just how terrifying his strength was!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, bad news, BOSS!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Wilson seethed with rage, the same subordinate rushed back in—this time, his face was ashen, as if he’d lost a family member.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is it? Speak!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilson growled irritably, glaring at the subordinate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The military... they’ve all moved in—they’re heading straight for Fisk Tower!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Target... me?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilson’s pupils shrank sharply, then twisted into a snarl: “Damn it—what the hell happened? Why is the military after me?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t understand—how had the military bypassed Congress to openly seal off Hell’s Kitchen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had the damn senators in Capitol Hill all lost their brains?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, there was no time for Wilson to ponder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“BOSS, shouldn’t we fight them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The subordinate suddenly had a flash of inspiration and offered Wilson a suggestion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fight?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilson nearly laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fight the military? What did he think he was?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the Black King—not Superman. What could he possibly use to fight professionals?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if a superhero showed up, ask him if he could survive a single round from a main battle tank’s cannon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, the military clearly came prepared—armor, tanks, and who knows if fighter jets were already warming up. What could he possibly match them with?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get out of here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilson didn’t bother with him—he slapped the idiot across the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he was about to escape through the secret passage, his years-honed instinct suddenly screamed a violent warning of danger!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost instinctively, Wilson’s massive body curled into a ball and rolled like a dung ball to the corner of the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next second, the specially reinforced office wall was blasted open by a massive hole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid swirling dust, a towering black shadow stormed into the office: “Wilson Fisk, come out and face me!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, Wilson’s fury surged—he was ready to charge out and teach this bastard a lesson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Show him with his iron fist who the true Black King of Hell’s Kitchen was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment he peeked out and saw the black shadow entering the room, he instantly abandoned that unrealistic thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a two-meter-tall humanoid mech—but unlike the sleek designs in sci-fi novels, this mech was enormous!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the number and variety of weapons mounted on it reached a psychotic level!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under its left arm: a six-barrel Minigun. Under its right arm: a grenade launcher. On each shoulder: a mini-cannon. Around its waist: a grotesquely designed firearm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Motherfucker...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilson’s eyelids twitched—he wondered if the military really needed this thing to deal with him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t even using a cannon to kill a mosquito—it was using an atomic bomb to kill a mosquito!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Friend, isn’t there some kind of misunderstanding here?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just one glance told Wilson this thing was beyond human combat—he immediately chose to beg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Misunderstanding? No misunderstanding!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony, seething with rage, raised his left arm—the Minigun primed to fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whirring of machinery sounded like the death knell of fate!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wilson cursed furiously in his mind—what had he done to deserve this? Why was the military going to such lengths to hunt him down?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, you there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Alvin’s voice crackled through the armor, interrupting Tony’s killing intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pepper found?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony was startled with relief—and momentarily forgot about Kingpin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not yet, but soon,” Alvin said calmly, unhurriedly: “Just remind you—keep Kingpin alive. Don’t kill him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony glanced at Kingpin slinking away and gritted his teeth: “Fine, I’ll spare him. Move faster!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, the Minigun on his left arm fired a short burst, cutting off Kingpin’s escape route.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after thinking it over, Tony still couldn’t swallow his anger—he glared fiercely at Kingpin, then discarded both arm-mounted weapons, clenched his fists together, and let out a dull metallic clang: “Come on. You’re the Black King, right? They say you’re tough. Let me see just how tough you really are!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1147,"2026-06-20T00:45:41.385Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","501c87e20a91ef7d03e267103a83b74facaf3817574c01cfd240a16354b0b412","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-63","starting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-chapter-61",588,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-from-warhammer-to-raid-the-all-heavens-cover.jpg"]