Beauty Man: Infinite Possession

Chapter 33 Harlem 【For collection, recommendation】

It seems that I have taken it for granted.

The reputation given by Frank is less than Li Ran expected.

This made Li Ran realize that even if they are the same superheroes, the legends that different heroes can bring are not the same.There may be differences in the social status and influence of the heroes themselves, but Li Ran thinks it has more to do with the superhero's own personality.

After all, compare it to Tony, who has yet to suffer setbacks and transform into a real Iron Man.

Frank the "Punisher", who was born as a retired captain of the U.S. Army and suffered drastic changes, no matter his own character or experience, he is no longer easily shaken.

The word heart-like ashes may not be accurate, but it can be used to describe Frank's inner world at this time.

A person who is full of revenge thoughts and even forgets life and death for a long time is not easy to produce too much psychological fluctuation, so naturally he cannot bring too much popularity to Li Ran.

Simply, the failure of a plan did not dampen Li Ran's confidence too much.

What's more, compared with the early days of the previous system, I worked hard from dawn to dusk, but only had one or two legendary results. Even if the benefits of meeting Frank this time were not as expected, at least they were much better than before.

Have a normal heart, don't be too ambitious, big dogs like Tony Stark are only a minority after all.

After comforting himself a little, Li Ran immediately turned his attention to the next target.

In his hand, the next edition of the third chapter of the future famous "Bug Black" Bugle Daily is reporting a novelty about Manhattan's Harlem district. It is reported that several gang members claim to have seen the end of the black version Or, the opponent is invulnerable, and at the same time does not wear clothes.

……

Manhattan, Harlem.

The famous New York slum is also the largest black gathering area in the United States. In recent years, with the inflow of Mexican Latino immigrants, the internal conflicts in Harlem have been exacerbated. At the same time, racial conflicts, gang fights, drugs, drugs, etc. Crime and poverty still plague the area.

"Hey, the yellow-skinned dwarf in front, this is not the place for you!"

Near the Harlem River, a few wandering blacks noticed a figure in a red sweatshirt passing by at the opposite intersection, and immediately opened their mouths to taunt.

The figure stopped, looked at the idle black people gathered in twos and threes not far away, and asked, "Are you talking to me?"

"It's not you, are there other yellow-skinned dwarves here?" Faced with the question, a thin black man grinned and exposed his huge gap between his teeth. He made a provocative gesture full of discrimination and laughed back. road.

"Haha~"

Regarding this, the black companions around him laughed in unison.

"Just make no mistake." Seeing this, the figure shrugged, then shook his head and walked towards them.

"Why, don't you want to have an in-depth communication with us?" Looking at the approaching figures in front of them, instead of showing any signs of worry, several black people became more and more rampant.

"Hey, little man, if you don't want to get hurt, just get the hell out of here." Among the blacks, a bald head with a bare upper body and a black body showing shiny muscles stood up and blocked the way of the figure: "Otherwise, next, But it can’t be over in a few words.”

"Please, Martin, don't spoil the fun, things are just getting interesting and we haven't had enough of it~"

"That's right, Martin, can't you just stop being like this?"

Seeing this scene, several people standing behind the black bald Martin sighed in disappointment.

"Don't waste time, we'll go to the Rattlesnake later..."

He turned his head and explained to the accomplice behind him that it was not because of his good intentions to stop the other party, but simply because he didn't want to waste time.

"So, kid, count yourself lucky..."

Turning around, Martin looked at the figure that was just below his chest, and before he opened his mouth to say anything, he felt a huge force hit his chest, and he flew up directly.

"Martin!"

"F***k!"

Martin, the person involved, may not have reacted to the whole situation, but standing behind him, several black accomplices could clearly see the whole development of the matter.

They clearly saw that the yellow-skinned dwarf who was being laughed at by several people standing opposite Martin only lifted his foot slightly, and Martin, who weighed more than 200 pounds, flew up like a light balloon.

boom--

Accompanied by a heavy landing sound, the remaining black men seemed to come to their senses. They turned their heads to look at Martin who was lying on the ground vomiting blood, and quickly took out a knife and pistol from their pockets, aiming at the man in the red sweatshirt in front of them.

Facing the threat in front of him, the man's face did not change color at all.

Bang bang!

what--

Immediately afterwards, after a short burst of gunshots accompanied by the sound of fists and feet, several black people who were originally arrogant seemed to fall to the ground.

Only the skinny black man who was provocative before stood still, looked at all his companions who were wailing and fell down, swallowed his saliva and threatened: "Don't come here... We are subordinates of the Rattlesnake, you go and inquire about it. There's no one in Harlem who doesn't give face to the Rattlesnake..."

"Do you have any money with you?" The man in the red shirt suddenly asked after interrupting the other party's threat.

"Yes, yes!"

Although he didn't know why the other party asked this question suddenly, he nodded quickly and took out the money from his pocket.

"It's only twenty-five dollars."

Handing the only cash left on his body to the man in the red sweatshirt, watching the man put it into his pocket in a grand manner, the black man couldn't help but blurt out: "Does this count as robbery?" In the past, it has always been them Relying on the name of the rattlesnake, it was the first time that someone dared to rob others and beat them so badly.

"Forget it," he nodded and admitted without hesitation. The man in the red sweatshirt glanced at the few people lying around, and then at the thin black man in front of him: "Remember, don't insult anyone casually in the future."

After casually educating a few people, the man in the red sweatshirt turned around and left in his previous direction.

As the man left, Martin, who was lying on the ground, struggled to get up,

"Martin, are you okay?" Noticing the movement behind him, the thin black man quickly turned around, struggling to help Martin on the ground.

"Call and tell the rattlesnake we've been attacked."

Barely standing up from the ground, Martin felt the sharp pain in his chest, looked at the direction in which the man was leaving, gritted his teeth and said to his accomplice who was supporting him.

(End of this chapter)