Wu Liuqi in Marvel

Chapter 19 From Queens to Brooklyn

Feng still remembered the pair of scissors that flew towards him a few days ago.

Although the scissors are fast, they are nowhere near as powerful as they were a few days ago.

"Is that ugly assassin hiding?" Feng didn't have time to think, and condensed the hurricane on his feet.

It's not that he can't beat these people, but that he must save his strength to kill the Chinese who hasn't shown his face.

The few people present were not good at speed, so they could only watch the boy escape.

In an alley not far from the battle, Adams and Brown witnessed what happened.

"Aren't we going to make a move yet?!" Old Brown asked.

"Well, wait a little longer, you go and follow him, if you have a chance, catch him directly, remember, you must live! I will go and meet that ugly assassin."

Old Brown reluctantly agreed.

After the boy showed that kind of strength just now, he may not have "the chance to catch that boy."

Adams seemed to see his doubts, and immediately said:
"It's okay, just go, there will be a chance."

The boy's smile was decent and restrained, but Old Brown only felt the taste of conspiracy.

No way, the boss asked himself to assist Adams, as long as he obeyed the order, he would lose his temper as he got older.

Brown smiled helplessly, and chased after the place where the wind disappeared.

"Sylvie, the mission failed again, should we still chase?" Wu Liuqi asked.

The girl with long gray hair gritted her teeth and said, "Chase!"

She is Wu Liuqi's informant on the dark web. If she fails in this task, she will lose her ranking, so she must kill the bad boy!

Coulson has already sent the wind data to the big black face.

His degree of danger is directly listed as S-level. The big black face means that you can touch it as much as possible, and if you can't touch it, don't take extreme measures. Only kill it when you can't control it.

Coulson feels that extreme measures can be taken now, but he is just a small agent, and he can't help much in battle.

"Hey, good man, what are you thinking?"

Adams patted Phil on the shoulder. He looked at this harmless boy and didn't know what to say.

He proposed the cooperation, but he didn't make a move during the battle. Phil only felt a mouthful of old blood in his chest.

He's a good guy, but that doesn't mean he can swallow everything.

He and Brown didn't intervene in the battle just now, obviously they used Mr. Wu as a tool to test the strength of the wind.

Obviously only 15 years old, where did so many scheming come from.

"You don't look very well, Mr. Coulson, what happened?"

It's good to know what to ask.

Phil sneered: "It's nothing, I just don't understand one thing, what were you doing during the fight just now?"

Adams shrugged: "I'm hiding by the side."

You have the nerve to say it!He was about to question the boy, but unexpectedly he spoke before him.

"What were you doing just now, Mr. Coulson?"

Phil froze for a moment.

What was he doing just now?
Do you still need to ask?Of course he was hiding by the side.

Heck!

In essence, both of them are extremely powerful among the people present, and that kind of battle is also a burden.

So he, like this boy, just hid in a corner and watched the battle.

"You don't have to worry about where I am, even if you and I can't get in, that man like the butler can do it, I saw him when he fought with the werewolf."

Adams said: "Unfortunately, although Brown can fight, he has a mortal body after all. Unlike those two, one is a hybrid of vampire and human, and the other is a human wolf with strong repair ability."

This……

Phil couldn't refute what he said.

The more he looked at this kid, the more he disliked him. He is young, but he has a good tongue.

"You don't want to be an agent if you have an IQ, Mr. Coulson, you will die sooner or later."

When Adams said this, he was extremely serious, and Phil felt terrified when he saw it.

Heck!

Why would he fake a 15-year-old kid? !
……

……

Adams flew from Queens to Brooklyn.

He can attach hurricanes to his legs for long flights.

When his feet touched the ground, he could already see the morning glow in the sky. He was extremely tired now and wanted to find a place to sleep.

The place where the wind landed was a park, and a pool made of white tiles was spraying water. Next to the pool were several benches placed side by side.

"Sleep there first." Thinking this way, Feng gradually approached the fountain.

He was really tired. If he had known that those people had no intention of chasing him, he wouldn't have had to fly all the way from Queens to Brooklyn.

Just as he was getting closer and closer to the fountain.

A man appeared on the bench closest to him at some point. He crossed his legs and looked at this embarrassed young man nonchalantly.

Feng's body tensed subconsciously, and the remaining consciousness forcibly propped up his tired body.

"It's obvious that they have escaped, so why don't you just leave like this? If you insist on making such a big noise, Kirishima Kohane, why did you invite me to appear?"

The man was wearing a white vest, with a pair of flip-flops on his feet. He was tall and thin, with a stern expression, and his eyes were as sharp as swords.

It was such a man whose clothes and appearance were extremely inconsistent who slaughtered everyone in that small gang.

Kirishima Kohane's Wind Domain began to condense, and the man let the hurricane whistling in his ears as if he couldn't see it.

The pool that was still intact just now has been cut into countless pieces by the hurricane. The park's floor tiles, turf, and everything that exists on the ground have become props for the hurricane to attack.

Under the blessing of the hurricane, these fragments hit the man at the same time.

The man's two fingers formed a sword, and his strength penetrated into the hurricane. There was no weapon around him, but there was sword energy at his fingertips.

Those offensive fragments scattered like flying snow, and fierce breaths passed through the hurricane, instantly defeating all the wind's defenses.

Kirishima Kohane jumped into the sky, put his hands together, the wind circle shrank under his control, and gathered around the man.

The hurricane, which was strong enough to tear apart 12mm armor-piercing bullets, couldn't even get close to this man. His body was surrounded by invisible sword aura. When the hurricane hit these sword auras, he couldn't move forward any more.

From the beginning of the battle to the present, his activities are only two fingers.

"It's enough to be proud to have such strength at this age. It's a pity, if you want to seek revenge from me, you may have a chance in another ten years."

The man's index finger and middle finger moved slightly, and a sword qi shot out from between his fingers, piercing through the boy's abdomen without warning.

The wind dissipated.

Kirishima Kohane fell slowly from the sky, he should have hit the ground heavily, but a pair of hands caught him firmly.

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(End of this chapter)