American Comics: The Invincible Wheel of Fortune

Manhattan, Harlem.

As usual, an abandoned warehouse.

Only a few chandeliers were on.

Right under one of the chandeliers, a thin old white man with white hair was handcuffed to a support column with his hands wrapped around him.

It was the captured stickman.

However, there are no scars on his face, his body is not messy, and his breath is normal. It seems that he has not been touched by Hand, at least for the time being.

It's just that the handcuffs are tight and tight to the skin.

The stickman's ears moved slightly, and he heard the sound of a cane hitting the ground from far to near, but he did not hear any footsteps.

The old man's expression remained unchanged, but his hands were clenched into fists, and then there was a burning pain in his tightly bound wrists.

Although the footsteps could not be heard, the stickman's keen perception was that the incomparable surging life energy was concentrated in a thin body, like a human-shaped oven, and as vivid as the scorching sun in the sky.

Stickou knew that this was a powerful existence that he was very familiar with. With the sound of the cane, it was slowly approaching him.

Feeling the incomparably powerful Kunlun Qi, although Gunsou's eyes were dull and white, there was a trace of envy, a trace of unwillingness, and more boundless anger between his eyebrows.

But it only passed for a fleeting moment, and Furui Mubo's expression immediately returned.

"Old friend Sticko, I hope you don't mind if I don't treat you well." An old female voice came along with the sound of the cane.

He was handcuffed to a pillar, and he was still speaking in Cantonese. He knew who this person was without asking.

"Gao, you are still so hypocritical." Stickman sneered, but he did not show any anger. It was completely impossible to tell that this was first brought to his home by Mrs. Gao and then "invited" to handcuff him here.

But he didn’t have anything nice to say.

Gunsou still spoke English, but he obviously understood what Mrs. Gao was saying.

Mrs. Gao was also not angry, she was still smiling, and her tone was as calm as if she had met neighbors and had a casual chat, and said: "Old friends, we haven't seen each other for many years, why do you need to say bad words and hurt others as soon as you come?"

What else could it be because of your attitude of being obedient even though you get an advantage? It makes me so angry.

In a circle where there are only numbers A and C in mind, and no number in between, Mrs. Gao is definitely the best.

Gunsou replied disdainfully: "Stop talking about these useless things. I'm too lazy to talk to you."

Mrs. Gao nodded and said: "Okay, let me ask you directly, how much do you know about the young man who defeated Botu, Aaron Walker?"

Gunsou shrugged and replied with an indifferent expression: "I'm sorry I can't help you. I only know the name. You can check the rest yourself. You know, I have difficulty moving."

"Old friend, I don't want to be hard on you, but you don't want to make it difficult for me. I can't bear to do it to you, and Suowanda is happy to do it for you."

Mrs. Gao stood beside Gunsou and consoled him sincerely.

Listening to this, Mrs. Gao is still playing the trick of one being the bad guy and the other being the bad guy.

Stickman curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Huh, really? Then call that son of the beach over quickly, I just want to loosen the bones."

Mrs. Gao still asked patiently: "How did you find him? What is so special about him?"

But Gunsou didn't answer, sneered, and asked: "Why do you care so much? Can't you just go to him? Oh, or is it just a disciple who makes you cower?"

Mrs. Gao sighed: "Oh, old friend, you are still so angry after so many years. We just want to talk to him and talk things over. There is no other meaning."

Gunsou sneered again: "Hey, that's all we're talking about? That's really interesting."

When Mrs. Gao asked again, Gunsou either talked about him indifferently or sarcastically.

In the end, there was not a single good word to say, and not a single useful word to say.

Mrs. Gao looked helpless at this time, shook her head and said: "Okay, old friend, since you insist on doing this, I have no choice but to ask Suowanda to come over and entertain you for me, excuse me."

After Mrs. Gao finished speaking, she saw that the stick man didn't even reply, and a trace of imperceptible anger flashed in his eyes, but he still shook his head and left with a smile on his crutches.

The old man's ears trembled slightly. When the sound of the crutches gradually faded away, Mrs. Gao's breath also gradually faded. He raised his handcuffed hands and brought them to his mouth. He looked at a small red dot on the tiger's mouth on his left hand and opened his mouth. He bit it open, and his teeth were immediately stained with blood.

But Gunsou didn't care. He squeezed and pinched with the thumb and index finger of his right hand, and unexpectedly pulled out a metal wire more than ten centimeters long and the thickness of a paperclip from the wound!

The stickman sucked the wound on his left hand a few times to stop the bleeding. He held the metal wire with his right hand and pushed it towards the wrist. He accurately pushed it into the keyhole of the handcuffs. He poked it up, down, left and right, and there was a soft sound. Opened in response.

Gunsou moved his right wrist slightly, then opened the handcuffs on his left wrist, closed the open handcuffs again, and pinched them into two rings in his right hand, like an iron-fingered tiger.

Just when Gunsou made a noise, two masked swordsmen in black jumped out from the shadows. By the time Gunsou held the handcuffs in his right hand, he had already unsheathed his sword and attacked diagonally from the left and right. !

Gunsou Er heard the wind behind his head, but he did not panic, as if he had expected it. He lowered his head, exerted force on his feet, turned his body strangely, and his figure blurred, and he avoided the fatal blow at an extremely fast speed. The murderous intent went directly behind a masked swordsman in black!

The masked swordsman in black made an old move with one move. Before he could recover his strength, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, then his vision went black, and he fell to the ground with a plop.

Gunsou punched a masked swordsman in black who was lying down. Then he struck out like lightning, grabbed the swordman's sword-holding wrist, squeezed and rubbed it, and flipped his wrist. He was already holding the sword in his hand. !

In an instant, a cold light flashed through again, bringing with it a flash of scarlet blood!

When a long sword fell to the ground with a clang, another masked swordsman in black was already covering his throat with both hands, and blood continued to overflow from his fingers. After a few "cluck, cluck" sounds, he struggled and took two more steps. Following in the footsteps of his accomplices, he fell to the ground with a thud and never moved again.

At the moment when the rabbit rises and the falcon falls, in a flash of lightning, the winner has been decided, and life and death have been determined!

Gunsou then stabbed down with his sword without hesitation, hitting the back of the black-clothed masked swordsman who had been knocked unconscious by his handcuffs before. The long sword penetrated deeply into his body and stabbed straight to his heart.

The masked swordsman in black suddenly twitched, and then stopped moving, letting the blood flow out from under his body, slowly spreading out into a piece.

But Gunsou had already disappeared into the darkness and disappeared.