The Unrighteous God In Marvel

　　 In an abandoned nursing home in the urban area, a group of locomotive mobsters and a group of gang members wearing flower headscarves and large golden chains stood opposite each other. There were many abuses and provocations between each other, but they just didn't do anything.

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　　 This was originally a charitable orphanage. It was established by a joint charity organization of the rich and powerful in this city to adopt street children. Later, the rich man went to jail for his crimes, and his enemies were afraid that he would not fall thoroughly, so they all helped and reported bravely to expose the rich man's crimes. At that time, the private detectives in the city were not enough.

The crimes of the rich were notarized one by one, and the people's hatred for him increased day by day, until it was revealed that the orphanage was used by the rich to destroy corpses and the base camp for abducting children. The people boiled and reached a peak. .

　　 They poured into the rich man’s mansion semi- spontaneously when he appeared in court and beat his family to death, ransacked his property, and then burned it clean.

　　 After returning to prison, the rich man quickly knotted himself with a rope.

　　 The bones from the orphanage were transported for a whole day. This orphanage has become a place where everyone talks about it.

Later, this unaccepted building was officially used as a mental hospital, a transfer point for temporary detention of prisoners, and finally used as a nursing home. Unfortunately, the effect was not very good. It is not only a problem of aura, but also a psychological effect. Some people always say that it is here. I have seen unclean things, and this place is also a real deal, no matter what color the wall is painted, or what kind of door is replaced, it always gives people a gloomy feeling.

　　The reason why this building was completely abandoned is that the mortality rate here is indeed a bit ridiculously high.

Therefore, the old stories, coupled with the false rumors, and the gloomy feeling that do exist, the place is gradually abandoned, even affecting the nearby land use and people’s livelihood development. More and more people move here, and everyone is also It seems that they are deliberately avoiding this place, making it a place forgotten by the people and by the municipal management.

　　 So, it’s cheaper here, criminals.

　　 In his previous life, Leon once saw a line when watching an American TV show: Every park in the beautiful and charming, there will be countless cash circulated at night.

　　 Leon went to check it out curiously, and the result was really interesting.

　　 The cash transactions here are of course not the night market stalls selling snacks, jewelry and toys, but white powder.

More than 60% of the laundry powder business in the world finally completed the transaction in Lao Mei, and eventually scattered to the hands of retail investors. No matter what kind of big brothers, they scattered layer by layer, and finally reached the bottom of the drug addicts, they remained simple and simple. The way, hand opponents, money exchange, one person, one point a day.

　　 And the dirty business in the stinking ditch, in fact, most of it happened at night, most of it happened in the park, rather than the street, dock, abandoned warehouse and so on.

Therefore, this place is filled with buff, and even if someone reports a crime, no one wants to come. Maybe there is a ghost, maybe something happened, but others are afraid, those in need will never be afraid, they love Die this place, love this broken house with white walls.

　　 And the composition of these two groups of people, there is no need to say more, their purpose of gathering here at this moment is also very simple.

　　 Scramble for territory.

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　　 The two men and horses have been facing each other for a long time. It's cold and heavy this day, and I don't know how those black buddies with loose trousers, turbans and vests can hold them.

　　 On the other hand, the strong white men on the opposite side are very witty. They are a motorcycle party, and they wear leather jackets and cycling clothes. Isn’t it reasonable?

　　 The two people standing at the front of the crowd came up with interest again and scolded for a while. Maybe they were indeed "discussing", but what they showed was the scolding.

　　 Once again without success, the "discussion" failed, and both parties began to take out their phones and call their respective bosses.

　　 In a short while, the two groups of people separated by a gap, and the people who could really speak and have the right to make up their minds arrived.

　　 Interestingly, the one from the motorcycle party came here with a luxury car, while the one with a big golden chain and headband came here on a motorcycle.

　　 "Hey, Louis, you know, here we come first."

　　 He was clearly a leader of the locomotive party, but he was sitting in a car driven by a full-time driver. The white man in suit and leather looked at his valuable watch, and immediately pointed to the focus of the problem, showing his natural ownership.

　　 And the black buddy named Louis on the opposite side was also unambiguous, and nodded with a big smile: "YE~ Yes, last time you told us that, the Indians were watching from the shack on the side."

The locomotive party leader frowned slightly, with his hands in his pockets, with an impatient look: "Louis, I have no time to accompany you to tell these shabby jokes here. If you don't want everyone to be unsightly, you should not say these useless. The **** is better."

　　 The black buddies under the sky seem to be a kind of virtue, and Louis, who is naturally hilarious, shakes his thin body and clapped his hands: "Ok. My opinion is...

　　You, Gary. "

The locomotive party boss named Gary seems to have known this result for a long time, sneered, and turned to leave, while the leather jackets who rode on the locomotive smiled and stretched out their arms, seeing that they were ready to do it directly. Look like this.

　　Louis didn't seem to have thought that his old opponent would be so direct this time. He couldn't react for a while. It wasn't until the roar of the engine faded away that he took his gaze back, and then looked at the locomotives on the opposite side with contempt.

　　 "Hey! Fools, your boss is gone. Hahahahaha!"

　　 Louis, who retreated with a smile, quickly retreated into the little brother behind him, and at this time the army of flower turbans was already at hand.

　　 The battle was on the verge of breaking out, but while the big guy ran away, while the big guy concealed himself, the situation seemed a bit frozen for a while, and no one on both sides dared to shoot first.

　　 The situation was deadlocked for dozens of seconds, and some people were sweating.

　　 Just when everyone's guns were gradually raised from the hanging down, a vague call was heard from afar.

　　 "Can't fight~Can't fight~"

　　 Followed by the sound of heavy locomotive engines that both sides are very familiar with.

　　 Then, they saw a white man riding a motorcycle and wearing a black leather jacket, slowly stopping the car to the center of the two people.

　　 made everyone even more stunned that there was another person in his car. The boss of the Locomotive Party who just left.

only……

　　 Didn't he leave in a luxury car just now?

　　 Why did you change to a motorcycle now?

　　 Motorcycles are no problem. People are already a locomotive party.

　　 just...

　　Motor, do I have to wear a driver too?

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　　 Johnny doesn't mention how speechless and uneasy he is now.

　　 Your Excellency the Night Watchman said that he would take him to the city, find a place to stimulate his abilities, learn skills or something, and by the way find a few unlucky ghosts to vent their anger.

　　Johnny naturally didn't have the right to refuse, so he followed in a daze.

The two of them searched for a long time, and finally found this place. Somehow, they were still very interested just now. They wanted to have a Mr. Night Watcher who didn't have long eyes popped out and killed him immediately, but suddenly he was no longer angry. , Not only laughed, but also hid with Johnny, saying that he was waiting to see the show.

　　 This is more than an hour.

　　 People on both sides just don’t fight!

　　Johnny felt that Mr. Night Watchman next to him seemed to want to go out and fight for them.

　　 Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting until the big guys from both sides came out, and seeing that the fight was about to start, Mr. Night Watch suddenly didn't want them to fight.

　　 What else did I say to myself: If I fight and die, I will suffer a lot... or something like that.

　　 Then, with Johnny, intercepted the car of the leaving locomotive party boss.

　　 When the locomotive party boss forced the car to lower the window full, revealing a half of his face hidden by the night, just when he was about to speak cruelly, Mr. Night Watch pulled down the car door and threw it into an unknown place.

Then he stood in place and took a bullet from the driver. Respectfully stretched out his fingers to make a pistol gesture, and blew the driver’s head with a "bang". He returned to God, politely and gently combed his shabby hair, and asked gently: "Do you know me?"

Johnny looked disgusting from behind, and controlled himself not to think about the bombed "watermelon" he saw just now. Johnny only confirmed this time, what he heard before and learned about the legends of the night watchman. , Are all true.

　　 As they described, it has been very restrained.

　　………………

　　 "Boss!"

　　 The little boss of the motorbike party was very puzzled when he saw that his family boss was back again.

　　 This is different from what was planned. Didn’t you say that everyone wears the body armor that you bought, and today you completely wiped out all the flower headbands that sang rap and played basketball.

　　 The plan didn’t say that you would go to battle in person!

　　 The head of the locomotive party thought about his boss's poor marksmanship and weak eyesight, and he felt more and more that something he didn't know might have happened in the process.

　　 Besides, this driver...has never seen it...wait! Isn't this the kid with the famous motorcycle show!

　　 "Boss?!"

　　 took a step forward and yelled again. In this sentence, the meaning of the inquiry was obvious and complicated.

　　 "Don't come here...Don't shoot..."

　　 The boss of the Locomotive Party looked at his little brother, and said such a word tremblingly.

　　 "Boss!"

　　 The third sentence, this sentence is very vigilant, and at the same time, the little boss took a step back and held the gun with both hands.

　　 "If I were you..." Johnny turned his head and said, "I will just listen to him and stand there honestly."

　　 "Is the person who shouted outside just now, is that you?" The little boss had a bad expression: "Are you a note?!"

　　As soon as these words came out, there was also a commotion among the turbans watching the excitement over there. After a commotion in the crowd, Louis, who had just retreated behind the crowd, appeared again: "Man? Roar~ You seem to be..."

　　 "I think you'd better not talk. If you can be smarter." Johnny said something similar to the black buddies.

　　 "Do you really know who you are talking to? Ah?!"

　　 A pair of sudden hands were placed on the shoulders of the black buddies: "Talk to you. Louis. Or, are you not called Louis?"

Shocked, Louis just wanted to raise his hand and raise his gun. The weight from his shoulder forced him to kneel down, and his gun was also gently pinched with his hand. Tight hands, seized the past.

　　Louis, grinning in pain, raised his head, his eyes widened, and he saw a constantly changing face under the moonlight.

　　 "So..." The faceless man lowered his head and said, "Tell me, what did you see?"

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　　 Two minutes later.

　　 Just now, they were arrogant, almost abandoning the previous suspicion, and unanimously, the black and white gang of the two people who set the fire stood in a queue without daring to breathe.

　　 There are also people who don't want to stand in line, and there are several, all of them die fast, but they are artistic.

　　 Among them is the flower headscarf Louis. He died most artistically. He was suffocated to death by being wrapped in iron in the space by Leon.

　　 Until his death, Leon kept the metal iron skin intact and kept alive, vividly showing the two people what is nightmare horror and silent fear.

Now, the metal "sculpture" with one hand holding the throat and the other desperately reaching forward, stood in the forefront of the queue, facing the trembling little cuties whose eyes were trembling with fear and despair. .

　　 A little bit earlier in the queue, Leon was making gestures and then brainwashing, as if it made Johnny believe that he could "see" with his eyes the guy on the opposite side who was urinating his pants.

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　　 "Mr. Night Watchman, I... I still don't seem to understand, or would you show me something?"

　　 Leon heard Johnny saying this, and almost shot a spoon of anger on Johnny's head.

　　 If I know this, I just performed it to those **** who want to run, so I need you to say it!

　　 Through the mask, Johnny rolled his eyes, and Leon raised his hand and put his finger on the temple of the "prop".

　　嘭!

　　 Another watermelon exploded~www.wuxiahere.com~ Leon paced to the queue to find new props, Johnny spit on the ground.

　　 Although I have seen the power of this "pistol" before, it was far away at that time, it was too dark, it was hard to see the details, and it didn't have such a big impact.

　　 This time, not only was it close, I watched the whole process in all directions, but also...

　　 He was too surprised just now, his mouth opened a little bit wider, so...

　　…………

When Leon walked to the queue over there, the people who knelt down screamed, these guys still remember Leon’s words just now, no one dared to run, did not dare to make other moves, but seeing the person led by Leon What happened, these guys were all scared.

　　Leon doesn’t care about them, look left and right, hey! Someone happened to look at him.

　　 "It's you, the one with glasses over there, come out!"

　　 The guy in the leather jacket tremblingly touched his face with his finger, and after getting Leon's elongated "um~", he crawled and ran away.

　　 Then, Leon's clone slipped back from the outside.

　　 "The body, he pulled it."

　　 "Really pulled?"

　　 "Well, I'm pulling in my shoes."

　　 "Hey~! Disgusting! Go over there and burn him, stay away!"

　　 pinched his nose, nodded, and left.

　　 Leon smiled with his hands behind his back, looked at the little cuties, and said softly:

　　 "Is anyone willing to volunteer~ Otherwise, I'll order my troops~"

　　 (Ps: It turns out... I vomit if I drink too much sake...)