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Injustice Starts with Marvel - Chapter 515 first meet
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The old man lay helplessly on the ground, the alcohol and the old wounds in his body that were aching all the time made him lose the strength to get up for a while.
Behind him, the tenacity of the sole and the hardness and coldness of the wrench kept hitting him.
But the pain of being smashed is nothing compared to the old wounds left in his body!
He lay there, trying to prop himself up with his hands.
But with just two moves, he was smashed to the ground again.
Obviously the claws sticking out between his fingers are still sharp, but why can't he use these claws to kill those **** people like before?
The gradually dizzy old man couldn't figure it out, but at this moment, he suddenly realized.
The sharp claw closest to the edge of his left hand could not be fully stretched out!
He seems to have found the reason why the claws are no longer sharp. It turns out that he is old, and his minions also grow old with him.
Boom! ! !
With a violent side kick, the old man was kicked over and turned from lying on his stomach to lying down.
The guy who just hit him on the back all hit his chest and face.
The blood gradually blurred the old man's eyes, but no matter what, he opened those eyes tightly.
Although he was old, his instinct to fight for countless years told him.
In battle, if you close your eyes, you lose!
With such wide eyes, the old man suddenly saw something he didn't want to see.
These damned gangsters pulled out guns at him while beating him with wrenches!
The moment he saw the gun, the old man panicked!
Would he be afraid of being shot by a gun?
Yes, he is really scared now that it will smash his clothes and shirts.
Without clothes, he has to spend extra money to buy them, even when he has no money!
And most importantly, it doesn't matter if he gets smashed, but once those **** bullets hit his car....
"Damn!!!"
At this moment, the old man burst out with all his strength, and his right hand finally broke free from the trampling and fixing of the thugs.
With the sound of the sharp blade slicing through the flesh and the screams of the gangster, the old man's sharp claws directly cut off the three legs closest to him!
To make room, the old man waved his hands desperately, and his old but ingenious fighting movements accompanied by rusted but still sharp claws directly smashed a space for him!
Seeing such an old man, the gangster finally panicked.
"Fuck, shoot, shoot, give me the gun!!!"
While shouting and scolding, the gangster grabbed the shotgun from the younger brother's hand and aimed directly at the old man with claws.
Seeing the gangster's aim, the old man instinctively calculated the distance between him and the gangster.
No, at such a distance, the bullet from the shotgun would spill over into his car!
So he actually took two steps forward towards the aim, and at the moment when the gangster opened the gun, he took all the shotguns with his chest!
boom! ! !
The sound of gunfire was heard heavily, and the old man was directly hit by the bullet and flew backwards.
thump.
He fell to the ground.
Before he could shout, the old man who still had his eyes open could clearly see that even if he fell, the little brother behind the gangster was still holding a revolver, ready to shoot!
"Fuck, that car is rented, don't break my car!!!"
The old man roared angrily, exerting all his strength.
Obviously he is so old, but he is just like taking off, and he suddenly flies into the air.
He stretched out his legs in the air and stomped on the gangster nearby.
With the help of this stampede, he panned out violently, directly blocking the bullet that should not have hit him.
The gangster's marksmanship was unprofessional. The revolver bullets shot in the panic should have stayed away from his fallen body and hit his car door and glass.
But that is the result that he absolutely cannot accept!
Enduring the severe pain from his chest, the old man fell to the ground. The surge of adrenaline made him stronger and stronger, and his eyes finally showed the anger he often had when he was young.
He moved faster and faster, and he took two steps.
In one step, he shredded the belly of the gangster in front and the shoulder of the other gangster.
In the second step, he simply rushed in front of the gangster and tore the gangster's shotgun and his head in half with one claw.
With the wanton swaying of blood, the gangsters were finally afraid.
They started to flee.
The old man was not satisfied, he chased and killed all the way, desperately following behind the gangster.
He overturned one gangster after another, ending their lives completely.
But even so, after all, two thugs escaped to the tattered van they drove from.
The thug who got in the driver's seat first started the car, and he left his friend on the spot, under the paw of the old man!
The old man ruthlessly tore up the last gangster's head, and at the same time, he grabbed the wrench from the gangster's hand.
The car of the gangster in the distance was reversing rapidly, and the old wolf knew that he could not catch up.
He had to throw the wrench hard.
Whoa!
The wrench smashed the gangster's window hard, but that was all.
Even the old man's own heart seemed to shatter along with the **** car window.
He slumped to the ground, and just sitting down could not satisfy his needs at this time.
Under the supposedly bright moonlight, there was the dirt on the ground mixed with dust and blood.
The old man lay down, heavy, breathing desperately.
He really wanted something to drink, it could be alcohol, it could be some **** drugs.
At this moment, he really wanted to relax a little, even a little bit!
So exhausted, the old man turned over and changed to the side lying position.
This will make him more comfortable with his back injury.
But lying like this, the small thing in his right trouser pocket accidentally burped him.
The old man was stunned.
He should have remembered what it was, but the killing just now made him forget those memories.
So he adjusted his breathing, rolled over and sat up, reaching for his pocket with his right hand.
But before his right hand could get close to his right leg, his claws almost hurt himself.
Looking at the sharp right claw that ripped through his tattered trousers...
"Ahhhh!!!"
This situation really made him feel enough pain.
But no matter what, after mourning, he still has to insist on living.
Now, he has far more burdens than himself!
So he lowered his head, held back the pain, and desperately controlled his claws to retract into his hands.
The claws left streaks of pus and blood between his fingers, but fortunately, the claws were finally retracted.
He stretched out his blood-stained right hand, and the old man reached into his right trousers pocket. He wanted to see what had hit him.
But when he touched the thing out...
"Oh, it turned out to be a bullet!"
The old man frowned, and the bullet was instantly put back by him.
After all, only he himself knew that it was his last Edman alloy bullet!
That was his...last...hope!
Kill your own hope!
Somehow, maybe I saw enough humble hope.
The old man actually felt that he had more strength.
He braced himself on the ground and tried to get up.
The tattered leather boots staggered on the ground, and the old man walked to the extended Chevrolet he had rented, and took off the jacks that fixed the rear wheels of the car thieves.
Throwing the jack aside, the old man picked up the wrench and bent over to approach the wheel of the car.
"Damn, these nuts are all chrome, they're all **** scratched by these bastards, Fake!!!"
After scolding, the old man slapped the nuts to death, one by one, desperately, with anger.
Throwing away the wrench, the old man went to the side to pick up the wine bottle.
He held the bottle high and squeezed two more stale whiskey drops out of the **** bottle.
After the bottle flew out again, it finally shattered. The old man briefly forgot his need for alcohol and sat in his driver's seat.
Starting the car, the old man drove to the nearest motel.
Seeing the old man covered in blood, the hotel receptionist frowned.
"You are too dirty, and there is a risk of being hunted down, add 20 yuan!"
"Add your mother a slap, add money?"
Hearing the receptionist's words, the old man's hands slapped heavily on the bar, and blood spurted out between his fingers, and even stained the receptionist's chin.
"If you're going to pay more, take out the gun behind your back and put that **** muzzle in my mouth for a shot!
If I still survive, you give me the **** for free, how about it, Bitchi! ! ! "
"Shit, keep your mouth clean, thirty bucks, only thirty, **** it!"
The receptionist is not afraid at all, she has seen many similar bastards, saying that thirty yuan is thirty yuan, and there is no less than a cent!
In the face of the tough reception, the old man glared at him fiercely, but no matter how fierce he was, the reception would not give in half a step.
Finally, the old wolf shook his head.
"Thirty is fine, but you want to rent a suit for me, right now, I want it in ten minutes!"
"Fuck, I don't think thirty is enough, you think..."
"Shut up, if you don't want to die!!!"
boom! ! !
The old wolf's right fist smashed the corner of the bar, and the receptionist was stunned for a moment.
After a while, the receptionist couldn't help swallowing.
"It's okay to rent clothes, but you have to add five yuan, you..."
"make a deal!"
The old man nodded and took out a few crumpled bills from his tattered wallet.
Holding the money, he hesitated for a while before finally handing it over.
When the banknotes left his fingertips, he quickly picked up the room card and walked away without looking back.
He was afraid that if he stayed for a while longer, he couldn't help but grab the **** money back, and then kicked the receptionist's **** with his pointy-toed shoes!
He was afraid....
"Hey……."
With a long sigh, the old wolf opened the door and walked into his small broken room.
There is only a sofa, a bed, a bathroom so narrow that it is almost impossible to turn around, and a washbasin consisting of only a mirror and a sink.
The old man didn't care about the ruin in front of him, he took off his clothes and threw them on the dark, but also extremely damp bed.
There was still mottled liquid on the bed, and that thing seemed to be filled with the youth of something.
The old wolf escaped those youths and came to the bathroom topless.
He held the sink with both hands, and every muscle on his body was working hard.
Ding!
One by one, the bullets were squeezed out of his muscles.
If it was in the past, such an injury would not have taken him a few seconds to recover.
But now.
Just squeezing out a few bullets took him nearly three minutes.
When he felt no more foreign objects in his body, he left the sink, went back to the bed and sat down.
The rented ragged shirts and suits have been delivered to his room.
Disregarding the bloodstains on his body, the old man put on the rented shirt and then put on his coat.
As for the suit that was torn apart by bullets before....
The old man thought for a while and finally picked them up.
If you take it back, let the Taliban give it a good wash, sew and iron it.
Maybe you can save money for a set of clothes yourself!
Just like that, he threw the tattered clothes into the trunk and sat back in the driver's seat.
Taking out his mobile phone, the old man glanced tiredly at the work software.
Sure enough, after a period of rest and delay, he has saved a lot of taxi orders.
Looking at the recent order, the old man started the car and drove all the way to the border between New Mexico and the real Mexico.
As he drove slowly, the driver's ID, which was displayed on the car's screen, let us know his name.
On that certificate, the old man's messy hair and gray beard were particularly clear.
As for his name....
James Howlett!
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It was on such a night that Heisenberg came to such a universe.
There was no turbulence in his coming.
But after it came, I looked at New York, America, which was obviously many times more advanced than in the 1970s and 1980s...
Uh.
Heisenberg was a little bewildered.
His vision continued to expand, he heard countless voices, and in a short time, he figured out everything.
I came to the wrong place myself.
This isn't the mutant universe that Janata turned to her for help at all, it's **** 2029!
Here is the **** future world!
Before Heisenberg opened his Twitter, he had a friendly interaction with Janata about the wrong address.
The voice from the mechanical guard made Heisenberg nowhere to hide.
"Discover special characters, find special characters in the securities hall!
The character has invaded the streets of New York State in a sudden appearance. It is judged that the character has no identity and is suspected to be a hidden mutant!
Level 5 warning, level 5 warning, evacuate nearby residents as soon as possible, we will launch an armed raid.
Mutant criminals, report your name, provide your real identification, and squat on the street corner with your head in your hands.
If you have enough medical insurance, the US government will provide you with enough medical services to treat your mutant disease!
Head with both hands! ! ! "
Heisenberg frowned unhappily after listening to the mechanical guard's constant recalling noises.
Damn it, I just appeared in less than a minute and a half, and I was defined as a **** criminal by this universe?
In other words, what kind of mutant universe is here, not only did he not find those familiar mutants, but he heard diseases such as mutants from the mouth of the mechanical guard.
It turns out that in the hearts of those human beings in this universe, are mutants all sick?
Thinking of this ~www.novelbuddy.com~ Heisenberg shook his head in disgust, then waved his hand lightly.
In the blink of an eye, the mechanical guard floating beside him was directly smashed into countless pieces by him.
Then, Heisenberg floated in boredom, all the way to the top of the city's tallest building.
It's a pity that this building is not the Stark Building, and there is obviously no Tony Stark in this world.
Standing on the roof, facing the gradually gathering lights and mechanical guards everywhere.
Heisenberg frowned.
"Cough, mother, the smell here is really bad.
After all, I'm Heisenberg, obviously, a not-so-ordinary person.
So, please reluctantly accept my unusualness! "
The voice fell, Heisenberg waved his hand again, and more than thirty helicopters and hundreds of mechanical guards smashed directly.
This time, the surroundings of Heisenberg are finally quiet!
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