Marvel’s Death Merchant

The air in Afghanistan in the Middle East is always so dry and boring. In the evening, I feel like I am breathing a sigh of relief. ∈↗, after Tang Tian left, he also gave Dark Wolverine Jack a new task, which was to find the famous Mandarin.

When Jack walked into the smoke-filled room in Afghanistan, he couldn't help coughing twice. He waved his hands to drive away the choking smoke of inferior tobacco. When he cleared his sight, he realized that the room was full of smoke. It was full of people, and every one of them looked fierce. Sitting behind the card table in the middle was a burly man so fat that his chin could not be seen, and his eyebrows could be used to make a wig. Based on Tang Tian's information, Jack knew that this was also the Mandarin's territory.

"Don't block the road, boy!" The people behind pushed and squeezed Jack in, as if they did it on purpose.

Jack raised his hands to show that he was unarmed. He wore black fingerless gloves on his hands, which became very conspicuous when he raised his hands. Everyone in the room raised their heads and looked at the new boy, and some people slowly stretched their waists. Of course they don't know that Jack now has Wolverine-like powers.

"Hey, you're new here, I'm Jack!" After being squeezed in, Jack smiled at the little man and greeted everyone.

"Come here and have fun." Some of the people around him turned around again, and some looked at Jack with suspicion.

Only then did Jack have time to take a good look at this simple house. It's said that the house is already a bit elevated, but it's actually just a simple shack set up with a large tent. A bunch of people who didn't seem to be in the right way gathered together, around five or six tables of various sizes, and they were playing cards, shouting and drinking. The smell of sweat mixed with an unknown smell in the room, as well as the smell of low-quality tobacco, was simply suffocating.

Jack no longer wanted to stay in this place. He was used to the life given by Tang Tian and was no longer used to the old life. And originally he wanted to change his life. He no longer wanted to deal with such things.

"I suddenly remembered something, see you later." Jack patted the little man's shoulder and turned to leave. In fact, he and the little man were not acquaintances, they just went to see him. He is a wealthy owner, so for Let Jack find the information and let him come here.

"Zi Zi. Why did you bring another one who has no courage?" The fat pig without a neck in the middle suddenly spoke slowly. Without even raising his eyelids, the dice in his hand clattered.

Jack, who had already turned around and walked to the door, suddenly stopped. He turned around and suddenly found that everyone in the room was looking at him. It would seem that he would lose his face if he ran away from the battle, but he would be content with it.

He touched his nose, swaggered back to the fat pig's card table, pulled a Mazar and sat across from him.

He stared at the almost invisible fat man with contemptuous eyes: "What are you playing for? It's up to you! Winning or losing is meaningless."

Thirty minutes later, Jack had lost the last coin in his pocket. You can tell. This is a black shop, but it's okay. Jack didn't want to talk to them. The money was all personal belongings. He had lost it all and was looking for an opportunity to leave. Money has no meaning to him for the time being, and now he is very wealthy.

"What a pity!" Jack pushed all the change in front of him to the fat pig, "No luck! I'll keep you company another day!"

"Don't you want to continue playing?" Zhizi lost no time in coming over.

Jack was just trying to get away, so there was no time to talk nonsense with him. He turned to leave. But he was pushed to the ground again by a big man.

"You have nothing else of value? Our Ten Rings Gang is a subordinate of the Mandarin and has absolute rule over this place." The fat pig rolled another tobacco roll. He said to Jack with narrowed eyes.

Jack patted his pocket, and with a sudden flash of inspiration, he took out a red apple and placed it on the table. He tilted his head and looked at the fat pig in front of him with a smile.

Suddenly, a sharp knife shone with cold light. He thrust it from Jack's back, pierced the center of the apple, and nailed the apple to the table in front of Jack.

"Don't play tricks, kid. We know you are different, you are confident." The fat pig spit a breath of smelly smoke into Jack's face. "I heard you have information about Umbrella Corporation."

"It's that global super company." Jizi came over and said with a playful smile.

Jack glared at him, and Jizi immediately retreated knowingly.

"So that's what it's for." Jack lowered his head and smiled, and he pulled out a watch-like microcomputer from his arm, shining in everyone's eyes, "If you want it, it depends on whether you have the ability to get it! "

He exerted force and overturned the table in front of him. Cards began to fly in the air and dice scattered on the floor. Taking advantage of this chaotic moment, Jack used the Adamantium alloy claw, swung it out, and hit the waist of the people around him. It was like a cold light swimming in the blood gap of the bones, and only the sound of clanking could be heard. The silver snake had its muscles broken, and the screams kept coming to mind.

When all the cards fell one after another, Jack's fancy cutting had already withdrawn his magical power, and the people around him who were watching mesmerizedly just woke up from a dream and suddenly took out their guns.

The moment they raised their guns, everyone's arms fell off. Although Jack's claws just now did not hurt anyone, the knife was precise and cut off each of their arms.

The scene suddenly became awkward. Everyone was looking at their arms. They had to put their guns on the table and free their hands to tightly wrap their arms.

Jack smiled and looked with disdain at the fat pig in front of him who had not moved anywhere and was still sitting on the stool as steady as a rock. His absolute strength was not easy to deal with. And if I didn't want to get involved with these people, I would have left here long ago. The mission is still the most important. Jack thought, turned around and strutted out the door.

But before he could reach the door, a submachine gun stuck out from outside the tent, pointed it at his nose and pushed him back to the hut.

"You are very good and very powerful!" Fatty Pig said, "But you are still too young."

Jack turned around and looked at this self-righteous fat pig. He had given in over and over again, but this fat pig never seemed to know what was good and what was good. It seemed that if he didn't give him any clues, he wouldn't know what it meant to be a sky high. The earth is thick, that is the price of death.

"So." Jack slowly approached the fat pig that couldn't move. His tall eyes almost touched the fat pile on the fat pig's face. His eyes were resolute and full of youthful power. Without the spotlight, there would be no There are some feelings about the spotlight that need not be expressed, but he is destined to be the king. (To be continued.)