Wu Liuqi in Marvel

Chapter 43 The Daily Life of an Assassin

who am I?
where am I?
Wu Liuqi rubbed his dizzy head, the time was five o'clock in the morning.

It's been a night since we left the Hydra base.

There are many messages and missed calls on the phone, all of which are Phil's.

Wu Liuqi thought for a while, then dialed the phone back.

Phil said excitedly: "Mr. Wu!! You are still alive!! It's great. I lost contact with you for a long time, and I almost put you in the death file. What happened that day? What? The battle was over by the time I arrived with reinforcements, there was no satellite recording of the battle, not even a third-party video stream."

He looked at Kohane Kirishima who was sleeping on the chair.

The satellite and the video are all their hands and feet, and Adams can even intervene in the satellite, which is very surprising to Wu Liuqi.

"No matter what the result is, am I fine? I don't know what happened that day. I saw your phone call as soon as I regained consciousness."

The two exchanged a few simple greetings.

After a few breaths, the call ends.

Sylvie was still in a coma, and the equipment next to her was recording the beating frequency of her heart.

She looked like she was sleeping soundly.

Wu Liuqi kicked Kirishima Kohane's stool.

"Wake up, pretty boy, I'm leaving, so keep an eye on it."

Kohane Kirishima sniffed, the wind at night was a bit cold, he seemed to be catching a cold, shrank his neck into his coat, "Got it, you go, no one can snatch someone from under my nose."

Hell's Kitchen, Restaurant Thirteen.

"What? Be a teacher??"

Half of the mapo tofu that Wu Liuqi ate fell out of his mouth. Mei Hua Shisan took a look at him, and silently added some wolfberry to her thermos.

"Don't be so surprised. I have other tasks temporarily, so I will leave this business to you. If you don't accept it, I will give it to someone else."

Wu Liuqi felt that this sentence was a bit wrong.

"What do you mean this business is handed over to me?"

Sounds a bit like Taoist jargon.

He asked tentatively, "Are you an assassin too?"

Plum Blossom Thirteen took out her mobile phone and skillfully cut out the dark net.

Wu Liuqi read the words above.

"Assassin Plum Blossom Thirteen, ranked [-] on the dark web."

Really colleagues.
According to Article XX of the Assassin's Code, a good assassin needs to hide his identity.

So Xiao Shisan's identity is the proprietress of the restaurant? ?

Seeing that he didn't respond, Meihua Shisan waved her hand in front of his eyes, and added some angelica to her cup.

Wu Liuqi came back to his senses and asked, "How much?"

Meihua Shisan took a sip of tea.

"200w, US dollars."

Wu Liuqi dropped another piece of tofu.

Mei Hua Shisan gave him a disgusted look, "Can't even eat tofu?"

Wu Liuqi wiped his mouth, "Excuse me, is it so profitable to be a teacher?"

Snapped!
Wu Liuqi took a hit and a flash.

"The teacher is a disguise. Your real mission is to assassinate the principal of this school, Stephen Engel."

"There is no need to pretend to be a teacher, but the id who issued this task wrote a requirement, that is, you must become a teacher before you can perform the assassination." Plum Blossom Thirteen complained: "Assassins now really have no human rights. When encountering such an id, I directly traced back to find his home address, wiped his neck that night, and displayed his body in the hallway."

The more she talked, the angrier she became. She slammed the thermos and continued: "Your identity is a math teacher. Learn more these days. You will be embarrassed if you can't tell anything."

Wu Liuqi said helplessly: "I'm just a hair stylist. Call me a teacher or teach mathematics."

Plum Blossom Thirteen said: "It's okay. It will take two months to arrange the new identity. You have enough time to prepare. I will organize the target information in the next few days. You only need to learn mathematics. You will be on the job after two months." it is good."

"Can you not go?"

"No!!" Mei Hua Shisanyi patted the table and stood up, pointing to the plate in front of Wu Liuqi and said, "Eat my mother's tofu and want to run away?! Don't look! Give me the money!!"

Wu Liuqi put down his spoon, pushed the remaining half of the dish forward, and whispered, "I don't want to learn mathematics."

Stark Industries Building.

Obi received a text message that the death of the Zemo he traded with a few days ago was particularly miserable, and Obi couldn't help taking a breath.

He didn't believe it when the kid came to trade with him a few days ago, until Adams took out the cane.

——Representing the underworld supreme on the west coast of the United States, only Jin Bin is qualified to hold a cane.

After seeing this photo, he was even more afraid of that boy.

Obie edited a text message with a picture of Tony attached.

The pixels are very long, obviously a candid shot.

In the photo, Tony's chest is glowing with blue fluorescent light.

He typed a line of fine print below the photo.

"Two hundred million, to buy the electromagnet on his chest."

the other side.
Adams, sitting atop the Statue of Liberty, smiled.

"One billion."

Obi gritted his teeth.

"make a deal."

That night, the west coast of the United States, the mafia underground prison.

Adams walked around the prison with his hands in his pockets.

Many people were imprisoned here, some were former real estate tycoons, some were mutants, and some were former US military colonels.

As long as you keep those who are useful to the mafia, those who are more valuable alive than dead are locked here.

Adams squatted down in a square glass cage. He smiled softly. The girl in the glass cage retreated subconsciously, her eyes full of fear.

"Don't be afraid, give me your hand."

The girl curled up in the corner, buried her head in her knees, not daring to meet his eyes.

"Yankee! Stay away from him!" A black military officer was imprisoned in the glass cage next to him. Before entering here, he was an Air Force captain.

Adams gave him a cold look.

"How long has he been in?" Adams asked the doorman.

"Three years."

"Oh, it's been three years, let's kill it."

The gatekeeper hesitated for a moment, "The leader has no order. This is not very good."

Adams said: "It's okay, just say I killed it."

Everyone present heard the man's curses, and the roar of fear in the face of death.

He has been locked up for three years, and in this kind of place where life is better than death without seeing the light of day, death is the only relief, but when he is really about to die, he is still afraid.

The black man's blood was splashed on the glass, and the girl looked up at Adams, "Why? Why did you kill him?"

"Because he is useless. No one has paid attention to him for three years. It is a waste of food to stay here. If you don't do what I say, then you will be like him. Now, give me your hand."

The girl looked at him coldly.

"You also want my abilities?"

Adams said: "It seems that you know what you are. Yes, I am very interested in your abilities, but I am different from other people. I will not do anything to you. You just need to give me your hand. This is A very simple thing."

The girl held out her hand to him, she was shaking, and Adams could tell she was terrified.

A surprising scene appeared, her hand pierced through the glass and appeared in front of Adams.

Adams smiled and folded his palms together.

He gained the mutant ability: matter penetration

"Let her go."

The gatekeeper froze.

"Just say I did it," Adams said.

The words on his lips were swallowed again, "Got it."

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