Marvel's Heart of Valoran

Chapter Killing on a Rainy Night

New York night. .shung

In the night, heavy rain poured down, driving people on the street back home one by one. The rain was pouring, washing the ground. Heavy rainwater hit the building, causing a harsh sound.

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A black shadow flashed past at a very fast speed. A normal person would only feel a flicker in front of him, his vision would go dark, and he would feel nothing after that.

The sound of rain covered up the sound caused by the high-speed movement of black shadows, and the color of the night was also a good protective color.

In this environment, it is easy to escape.

Can you really escape?

The figure flashed rapidly, interspersing in every street and alley. With the dim light, he could vaguely tell that he was a middle-aged man with a pale face.

Wearing a hood, he ran in a hurry through the streets regardless of the pouring rain.

The steps are messy but the speed is not slow at all. It only took a few seconds to reach a hundred meters. To be able to maintain this speed in this kind of weather was obviously not an ordinary person.

The middle-aged man ran into a dark alley. There were no lights here, only the moonlight provided a tiny bit of light in this dark area.

The middle-aged man leaned against the wall, letting the rain hit him, and collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.

Even so, the man's eyes never relaxed. He glanced around without relaxing at all, as if there was some big terror following him.

Snapped.

Snapped.

Snapped.

The sound of unhurried footsteps suddenly sounded, and even in the pouring rain, it still fell clearly and accurately into the middle-aged man's ears.

His pupils shrank, a look of panic appeared on his face, and he didn't care about rest. The middle-aged man hurriedly got up, his figure flashed, and the next moment he appeared several meters away.

As soon as the middle-aged man stepped forward, a figure jumped slightly and landed at the place where the middle-aged man stayed just now.

This is a man about meters tall. He wears a white mask on his face. He can't see his face clearly. He can only see half of his face and eyes under his nose.

However, what is striking is that the silver mask worn by this man has a large strange character printed on it, which is not any known text.

The masked man glanced at the place where the middle-aged man had stayed, and looked in the direction in which he ran away. His footsteps shook slightly, and the next second he disappeared like a ghost, disappearing without a trace.

On the other side, the middle-aged man ran away desperately. He didn't look back. He didn't dare. Although he didn't know who was coming, he was sure that it must be someone from Wakanda.

His true identity has always been a mystery because he is from Wakanda and is an extremely rare superpower.

Wakanda didn't want him to reveal the true situation in Wakanda, so there was no large-scale arrest of him, even though he stole a huge amount of vibranium.

It is precisely because he knows this that he has always been confident. As long as the Black Panther doesn't move, it's impossible to catch him.

Only recently has Wakanda begun gathering information about him.

The middle-aged man thought that this was a signal that Wakanda was targeting him, but he never thought that people from Wakanda would come so quickly.

Just when the middle-aged man was thinking wildly, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

It just appeared suddenly without any warning.

The middle-aged man noticed this person instantly. Looking at this man, the middle-aged man's face suddenly turned ugly.

people from wakanda

"Sart, male, forty-seven years old, has stolen a total of tons of Wakanda vibranium in the past three years. According to Wakanda law, this is a heinous crime. You are sentenced to death. You will be executed immediately." The hoarse voice said It sounded in the heavy rain and fell into Sartre's ears with precision and clarity.

Sartre looked at the masked man not far away with an ugly expression, gritted his teeth and said, "I think you think highly of me, Sartre, but Wakanda actually found a superpower to come and kill me."

Originally, Sartre didn't have much confidence in escaping, and now he was lucky enough to meet a superpower. His superpower was a speed bonus, not a combat attribute. He had discovered it when he escaped just now, even if it was a superpower. He still couldn't defeat the opponent in what he was best at, and now it seemed that he had no hope of escaping.

The masked man did not answer Sartre, but after he finished speaking, his figure flashed and disappeared.

The moment the masked man disappeared, Sartre immediately summoned all his energy and tried to find the masked man's location.

puff

Sartre suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked ahead in disbelief. Although he didn't see it, the pain coming from his neck told him what happened.

"Do not look back."

The figure of the masked man appeared on Sartre's left side, and his hunched body slowly lifted up.

Without looking at Sartre, the masked man on the side withdrew his knife-shaped right hand.

"When?" Sartre said in disbelief, wanting to look back at the masked man, but the moment he turned back, his head fell down weakly and hit the ground.

Raindrops hit Sartre's head with an unwilling expression, and blood spurted out.

The masked man's body shook, and the blood-red gas instantly shook away the gushing blood.

The rain poured down, washing away the water. The blood on the ground was quickly taken away by the rain, leaving no trace.

The masked man looked up at the sky and gently took off the mask from his face.

It’s the image of Alex

Shaking his head, Alex waved his hand casually, and the blood-red dragon essence vibrated, and then a picture emerged.

A black woman wearing professional attire appears on the other side of the screen. The moment he saw Alex, a smile appeared on his face.

"Mr. Alex, is it over yet?"

"Yes. The fugitive Sartre has been dealt with. His body is at xx. Send someone over to deal with the aftermath." Alex said. The voice was no longer hoarse and returned to its usual coldness.

Alex wears a mask just to avoid trouble. Although he is not afraid of trouble, he doesn't like trouble either.

"Ok."

"My stuff." Alex said again.

"Don't worry, the reward for one ton of vibranium rough stone will not be less at all." The black woman said with a smile.

"Yes." Alex waved his hand and closed the screen. He lowered his head and glanced at Sartre, who was still staring blankly. His figure flashed and disappeared.

He doesn't have to worry about it anymore, Wakanda's people in New York will deal with the remaining aftermath.

Take money and kill people.

The relationship between hiring and being hired is that simple.

When the night passes and the light comes, all the darkness will dissipate and it will be a beautiful day again.

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