Marvel's Summoner Arrives

Chapter 14 Angry Youth Priest, Underground Black Fist (please collect, please recommend)
"520 gold coins, you can unlock a hero at any time." Su Fei looked at the extra [-] gold coins in his account, feeling extremely satisfied.

This mission came unexpectedly. Although the mission has been completed now, Su Fei's small mind has begun to be liberated.

"Could it be that as long as it's about superheroes, you can get the mission?" Looking at the other side of the prayer room, Su Fei touched his chin, thinking seriously and seriously.

"Then, what about the super villain, will it count?" Su Fei felt that it was necessary for him to verify it.

"Okay, people are leaving now. It's time for me to appreciate the legendary underground black boxing. I'm really looking forward to what it will be like." With the matter of Matt Murdock, regarding tonight's itinerary, Su Fei has more expectations.

"After all, that environment is one of the best breeding grounds for villains."

But as soon as he walked out of the prayer room, a middle-aged and elderly priest who looked old but was very solemnly dressed suddenly knelt down in front of him when he saw him.

"O merciful Lord, your humble servant Sedamon, sincerely see your Messenger."

"..." Su Fei was a little bit taken aback, but seeing that respectful gaze, he understood.

This priest should have felt the power of the angel released when he spread his wings before.

But this kind of behavior of kneeling at the slightest disagreement is too feudal and too arbitrary.

"How did you make sure?" Su Fei didn't reach out to help him, but corrected his tone, imitating Sol, and pretended to be majestic, asking the question in the tone of the gods.

"Your radiance, like the sun in the cold winter, makes me feel warmth, light, and the rich and sublime faith, which is the same as recorded;
Although your appearance has turned into a mysterious oriental person, the Bible often teaches that the incarnation of an angel is by your side;
Praise the Heavenly Father, God did not abandon His believers when evil came, Lord Messenger, are you here to save the world? "The aged pastor seemed to insist on Su Fei's identity, and said with a bright light in his cloudy eyes.

Su Fei was silent, but he didn't know what he thought of. After pondering for a while, he looked into the distance with a serious face, raised his head at a 45-degree angle, and said.

"Darkness is coming, the devil is about to wake up, my mission is heavy and great..."

"Don't spread the word about what happened tonight. It's inconvenient to reveal my identity now. Besides..."

In fact, killing this old man can solve all problems, but this is not beneficial. Secondly, Su Fei's identity as a superhero is mysterious in the eyes of ordinary people;

However, in the eyes of some people, his status as a knight of glory may not be a certainty. After all, he is a man who has been on the headlines of superheroes in the New York War.

Even if, the one on it is a vaguely handsome face!
most importantly……

"Praise the Holy Light...Pastor, the Heavenly Father will not abandon his believers." It is undeniable that Su Fei is a bit addicted to pretending, especially the locals who are fooling around.

"Understood, Lord Angel." Pastor Pai Damon finished speaking, and seeing Su Fei about to leave, he said eagerly again.

"Master Angel, while concealing your true identity, can I convey the news of your arrival to other believers?
The sincere faith of the believers can help the angels of the Heavenly Father to cast down evil in the Bible;

Furthermore, after being attacked by evil, the believers of the Heavenly Father also need comfort, instead of becoming obsessed with powerful mortals. "

"I can't see that this old pastor still has the potential to be an angry youth." Su Fei was a little amused, but the other party looked sincere, so he shook his head and said.

"As you wish."

The next moment, the aged priest watched in astonishment as a pair of white and holy wings appeared behind Su Fei, and as soon as the wings spread out, Su Fei's figure pierced through the air.

"Praise God." After Pai Damon felt that pure power again, he suddenly felt his bent waist straighten up, and a raging flame rose in his eyes. There is something called youth, returning up.

……

In the upper reaches of the church on the Hudson River, somewhere in the woods, Su Fei retracted his wings, came to the side of the road with a calm face, and hailed a taxi.

In the seat, as long as he thought of the reverent eyes of the old pastor, the thrill of pretending to run away in Su Fei's heart would become as mellow as fine wine, and the longer the time, the more comfortable he would feel.

Manhattan, West Midtown, 39th Street, 135 Yam Street.

Under the eyes of the two big black bodyguards, Su Fei walked in with a calm expression.

Immediately, a thunderous sound of music rushed towards him, and countless young men and women were seen, under the dim spotlight, writhing their fiery bodies crazily.

Under the stimulation of alcohol, amidst the blaring music, the joyful voices turned into fertilizer for hormone expansion, roaring and growing in depression.

This is the first time Su Fei has seen a night club, but unfortunately, his goal is the underground black boxing here.

After spending a lot of money on the tip, a black bodyguard came over.

The two walked around the dance floor and entered a secret door leading to the basement at the corner of a certain staircase. With the door closed, the loud music in the sky disappeared, and the sound insulation effect was excellent.

At the second basement floor, as soon as Su Fei stepped in, a burst of primitive and fanatical shouts came towards him.

"This is your gambling card. As long as you like the person, you can use the gambling card to place a bet on the nearby waiter at any time." At the front desk, a blond girl in scantily dressed handed over a hand of cards, respectfully the way.

Then Su Fei was led to the boxing area.

On the stage at this time, a big white man and a big black man were fisting to the flesh to cover up what is called a primitive fight. From time to time, blood spattered to the surrounding protective iron nets and the ground.

After watching it for about half an hour, Su Fei felt very boring. Maybe it was because he had fought with aliens and improved his style. He really couldn't cheer up the blood-swelling activity in front of him.

"It's better to watch..." For the rest, Su Fei felt that he would be harmed, so he shook his head and prepared to leave.

There were too many surprises before, but now that he has not achieved the effect of verifying the villain, and has seen the so-called underground boxing match, there is no need to stay any longer.

At this moment, as the new round of the boxing match came to an end, the host's sudden shout caught Su Fei's attention.

"The next thing is tonight's finale, Iron Fist Phoebe vs. Wild Beast Barr. Whether he has his spine broken again, or the return of the king, let us wait and see!"

"Spine broken?" Su Fei frowned.

At the same time, a dark-skinned Caucasian youth walked over from a distance.

Su Fei's eyes stopped, and he noticed that there was a centipede-like device on the young man's right arm.

"The neural connector of the Kirita people, isn't it?" Thinking back to the wreckage he had seen in the morning, Su Fei glanced at the white youth and became serious.

"Interesting, did someone catch the attention of the Chirita people so soon? It's still so high-profile." The corner of his mouth slightly curled up, and he snapped his fingers at the waiter not far away.

"For $10, I'll buy him and win." Su Fei pointed at the white youth and said.

"The odds are 3 to 1, this is your betting ticket, please keep it."

(End of this chapter)