Injustice Superman Starts From Marvel

The old man lay helplessly on the ground, the alcohol and the painful old wounds in his body all the time, so that he lost 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 hit 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 sharp claws sticking out between his fingers are still sharp, but why, he can no longer be like before, then these sharp claws kill the damn people?

The dizzy old man couldn't figure it out, but at this moment, he suddenly found out.

The sharp claw of his left hand closest to the edge, unexpectedly could not be completely stretched out!

He seems to have found the reason why the claws are not sharp. It turns out that he is old, and his minions are also getting old with him.

Boom! ! !

With a violent side kick, the old man was kicked and turned over. He changed from lying on his stomach to lying down.

The guys who just hit him on the back all hit his chest and face.

The blood gradually blurred the old man's eyes, but he opened those eyes tightly anyway.

Although he was old, his instinct for fighting for countless years told him.

In battle, if you close your eyes, then you will lose!

With such wide-open eyes, the old man suddenly saw something he didn't want to see.

This group of damn gangsters actually pulled out guns at him when the wrench beat him!

The moment he saw the gun, the old man panicked!

Will he be afraid of being shot by a gun?

Yes, he is really scared now, that would break his clothes and shirt.

Without the clothes, he has to spend extra money, when he has no money!

And most importantly, it doesn't matter if he is beaten, once those damn bullets hit his car....

"Damn!!!"

At this moment, the old man exploded with all his strength, and his right hand finally broke free from the trampling and fixation of the thugs.

Accompanied by the sound of the sharp blade slashing through the flesh and blood and the screams of the gangsters, the sharp claws of the old man directly cut off the three legs closest to him!

To make room, the old man wielded his hands desperately. The old but unruly fighting action accompanied by rusty but still sharp claws directly killed him!

Seeing such an old man, the bullshit finally panicked.

"Fuck, shoot, shoot, give me the gun!!!"

While scolding, the bully grabbed the shotgun from the younger brother and directly aimed at the old man with sharp claws.

Seeing the bullshit's aim, the old man instinctively calculated the distance between him and the bullshit.

No, at such a distance, the shotgun bullets would affect his car!

So he actually took the aim two steps forward, and the moment the bullshit shot, he took all the shotguns down with his chest!

boom! ! !

Gunshots were heard repeatedly, and the old man was directly hit by the bullet and flew backwards.

thump.

He fell to the ground.

Before there was time to shout, the old man with his eyes still open clearly saw that even if he fell, the little brother behind the bullshit still held a revolver and was ready to shoot!

"Fuck, that car is rented, the pen broke my car!!!"

The old man let out a roar, all his strength.

Obviously he is so old, but he was born as if he was taking off, so suddenly he soared into the air.

He stretched out his legs in the air and stepped heavily on the nearby bullies.

With this stepping, he slammed out and blocked the bullet that shouldn't have hit him.

The gangster's marksmanship was not professional. The left-wheel bullets shot in a panic were supposed to be far away from his fallen body and hit his car door and glass.

But that happened to be a result that he absolutely couldn't accept!Enduring the sharp pain in his chest, the old man fell on the ground, the surge of adrenaline made him more and more powerful, his eyes finally showed the anger that he often had when he was young.

He moved faster and faster, and he took two steps.

In one step, he tore the bully's belly in front and the shoulders of the other bully.

In the second step, he simply rushed in front of the bullshit and tore the bullshit's shotgun and his head in half with one claw.

With the wanton sway of blood, the gangsters were finally afraid.

They began to flee.

The old man was not satisfied, he chased him all the way, and desperately followed behind him.

He overturned one gangster after another, and completely ended their lives.

But even so, two gangsters fled to their broken van after all.

The bastard who got in the driver's seat first started the car. He directly threw his friend on the spot, under the old man's paws!

The old man ruthlessly shredded the last bastard's head, and at the same time, he also snatched the wrench from the bastard's hand.

The car in the distance was reversing fast, and the old wolf knew he couldn't catch up.

He had to throw the wrench over.

Wow!

The wrench smashed the windows of the car, but that was all.

Even the old man's own heart seemed to shatter with the damn car window.

He slumped to the ground, and just sitting down could not satisfy his At the moment needs.

Just under the moonlight that should have been shining brightly, just the dirt mixed with sand and blood on the ground.

The old man lay down, breathing heavily, desperately.

He really wanted to drink something, it could be alcohol or damn drugs.

At this moment, he really wanted to make himself a little easier, even a little bit!

So tired, the old man turned over and changed to lying on his side.

This will make him more comfortable with a back injury.

But when he lay down like this, the little thing in his right trouser pocket accidentally burped to him.

The old man was dumbfounded.

He should have remembered what it was, but the killing just made him forget those memories.

So he adjusted Roar to suck, rolled over to sit up, and touched his pocket with his right hand.

But before his right hand got close to his right leg, his claws almost hurt himself.

Looking at the sharp claw of his right hand that pierced through his tattered trousers....

"Ahhhhh!!!"

This situation really made him feel enough pain.

But no matter what, after the wailing, he still has to keep on living.

He now bears far more than himself!

So he lowered his head, resisted the pain, and desperately controlled his paws to retract into his hands.

The sharp claw left a string of pus and blood between his fingers, but fortunately, the claw finally retracted.

Stretching out his bloody right hand, the old man touched his right trouser pocket. He wanted to see what had burped him.

But when he touched that thing out...

"Oh, it turned out to be a bullet!"

The old man scowled, and the bullet was instantly taken back by him.

After all, only he himself knew that it was his last Adamantium alloy bullet!

That was his...last...hope!

Kill your own hope!

Somehow, maybe I saw enough humble hope.

The old man felt that he had a little more energy.

He supported the ground and tried to get up.

Mai Taitai's broken leather boots staggered on the ground, and the old man walked to his extended Chevrolet and took off the jacks that secured his rear wheel from the group of car thieves.Throwing the jack aside, the old man picked up the wrench and bent over to get close to the wheel of the car.

"Damn, these nuts are all chrome plated. They were fucked by these bastards, Fuck!!!"

After a bitter curse, the old man killed the nuts, one by one, desperately and angry.

Throwing away the wrench, the old man went to the side to pick up the wine bottle.

He lifted the bottle high, and squeezed two drops of stale whiskey from the damn bottle.

After the bottle flew out again, it finally broke, and the old man briefly forgot his need for alcohol and took his driving seat.

Starting the car, the old man drove the car to the nearest motel.

Seeing the old man covered in blood, the hotel reception frowned.

"You are too dirty, and there is a risk of being hunted down, plus 20 yuan!"

"Add your mother, add money?"

Hearing the words of the reception, the old man's hands slapped heavily on the bar, blood sprayed from his fingers, and even soiled the reception's chin.

"If you want to add money, it's better to take out the gun on your back and put that damn muzzle in my mouth for a shot!

If I can survive, you fucking give me free, how about it, Bitch! ! ! "

"Shit, put your mouth clean, thirty yuan, only thirty, hell!"

She is not afraid of reception. She has seen a lot of similar bastards, saying that thirty yuan is thirty yuan, and one point can't be less!

Facing the stiff reception, the old man stared at him fiercely, but no matter how fierce he was, the reception refused to give in.

Finally, the old wolf shook his head.

"Thirty is fine, but you have to rent a suit for me, right now, I will need 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 a corner of the bar severely, and the reception was stunned by such power.

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 banknotes from the tattered wallet.

Holding the money, he hesitated for a while before finally handing it out.

When the bill 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 could not help but snatch the damn banknotes back, and then use his pointed leather shoes to blow the receptionist's ass fiercely!

He was scared...

"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 toilet that is 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 and wet bed.

There is still mottled liquid on this bed, and that thing seems to be filled with youthfulness.

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!

The bullets were squeezed out by his muscles one by one.

If it were in the past, he could recover from such an injury in less than a few seconds.

But now.

It took him nearly three minutes to squeeze out a few bullets.

When he felt that there were no foreign objects in his body, he left the sink and returned to the bed seat.

The rented broken shirt and suit have been delivered to his room.

Regardless of the blood stains on his body, the old man put on his rented shirt and then put on his coat.

As for the suit that was shredded by bullets...The old man thought for a while, and finally picked them up.

If you take it back, let the Taliban wash it, sew it, and fuck it.

Maybe I can save money for a set of clothes!

In this way, he threw the tattered clothes into the trunk and returned to the driving position by himself.

Taking out the phone, the old man glanced at the software tiredly.

Sure enough, after a period of rest and delay, he has saved a lot of taxi orders.

Looking at the recent orders, the old man started his car and drove all the way to the border between New Mexico and the real Mexico.

When he drove slowly, the driver's identity certificate displayed on the car screen let us know his name.

On that certificate, the old man's messy hair and gray beard are particularly clear.

As for his name...

James Howlett!

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Heisenberg came into such a universe on such a night.

He came without turmoil.

However, after the advent, I looked at New York, USA, which was obviously countless times more advanced than in the 1970s and 1980s....

Uh.

Heisenberg was a little confused.

His vision continued to expand, he heard countless voices, and in a short moment, he figured everything out.

I came to the wrong place.

This is not the Mutant universe where Janata asks for help. This is the fucking year of 2029!

This is the fucking future world!

Before Heisenberg opened Twitter, he had a friendly interaction with Janata about the wrong address.

The voice from the mechanical guard gave Heisenberg nowhere to hide.

"A special person is found, a special person is found in the securities hall!

The character invaded the streets of New York State by appearing suddenly. It was judged that the character has no identity and is suspected of hiding Mutant!

Five-level warning, five-level warning, nearby residents evacuate as soon as possible, we will launch an armed raid.

Mutant criminals, report your name, provide your true identity certificate, 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 variant diseases!

Hold your head in your hands! ! ! "

Heisenberg frowned uncomfortably at the constant reminding noise of the mechanical guard.

Damn it, why didn't you just appear as a fucking criminal by this universe for less than a minute and a half?

In other words, what kind of Mutant universe is here, instead of finding those familiar Mutants, I heard a disease like variant from the mouth of the mechanical guard.

It turns out that in the hearts of the humans in this universe, are Mutants all patients?

Thinking of this, Heisenberg shook his head in disgust, then waved gently.

In a blink of an eye, the mechanical guard floating beside him was directly smashed into countless fragments by him.

Then, Heisenberg floated boringly, all the way to the top of the tallest building in the city.

It's a pity that this building is not the Stark Building. There is obviously no Tony Stark in this world.

Standing on the top of the building, facing the gradually converging lights and the mechanical guards all over the sky.

Heisenberg frowned.

"Ahem, shit, the smell here is really unpleasant.

In short, I am Heisenberg, obviously, not an ordinary person.

Therefore, please reluctantly accept my unusualness! "

When the voice fell, Heisenberg waved his hand again, and more than thirty helicopters and hundreds of mechanical guards were directly crushed.

At this moment, the surroundings of Heisenberg finally became quiet!

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