Marvel Road to Survival

"Pigeons are very cute." The girl had already been attracted by the silver-haired young man. She hesitated and chose to strike up a conversation. This was her first time striking up a conversation with a strange man. Perhaps the atmosphere of the city infected her, and her spoken pronunciation It's very blunt, mixed with Korean, and there are endless words like "oppa". .huangjintong.org

"Matthew, you can call me Matthew." Qiao Qi looked directly at the girl's shy eyes with a warm smile.

"Are you traveling alone?" The girl was reserved in a Korean way.

"Yes, I feed the pigeons in the casino in the early morning. I have been preparing for this day for a long time." Qiao Qi invited the girl to sit on the bench.

Although the expression "You are an artist and writer" is reserved, the girl has a strong desire to explore.

"I like these, but I don't have the ability to do it. I plan to accumulate knowledge and experience before I am 30 years old, and return to my hometown after 30 years old to write my own travel diary." Looking at the girl's envious eyes, Qiao Qi pretended to be casual. Made a comparison.

The girl's name is Kim Ji-eun, a very South Korean name, and both boys and girls like to be called this name. She studied at Berklee College of Music and traveled to casinos with her classmates on weekends. Her companions all found their targets here last night, but for Jin Zhien, her standard is to be less than indiscriminate, and she has yet to meet a boy who makes her take the initiative when she comes to this country.

She has the typical long, straight black hair parted in the middle of Asians, fair and translucent skin, a dark red coat draped over a blue dress, white high heels and a Cartier necklace around her neck, all indicating that this girl comes from a superior family.

Qiao Qi communicated with the other party politely. He always paid attention to maintaining a Cockney accent and praised the girl's beauty. Just like a young man in his twenties would do when he meets a beautiful girl, he stared at the girl's face with heat in his eyes, but his mental body had already covered the entire space of one kilometer around her.

Until the target is found

"Sure enough, in this direction, they will most likely be the best choice for the criminal masterminds in Sin City."

Since Vanessa came here with him, Fisk has felt something different. The passionate woman has become less interesting, and she often loses focus when she talks. Last night, the insomniac Vanessa finally lost her temper with him for the first time. She broke down emotionally under Fisk's gentle persuasion, and her pillow was wet with tears.

Maybe he was frightened at the dock, or maybe the life of hiding around with him these days has put too much pressure on his lover. Filled with guilt, Fisk blamed it all on George Garcia, and he planned to send the haunting bastard and his weirdo friends to hell.

Wesley also stayed up all night. He discovered for the first time that he had a migraine, and the commonly used analgesics could not make him sleep at all. Wesley wanted to maintain his energy to deal with Mr. Fisk's next arrangements, but it was too difficult. He began to feel like he was in a trance, seeing things suddenly losing focus, and strange tinnitus appeared.

After leaving safely yesterday, they arrived at the most tightly controlled place in Fisk. The Italians in Las Vegas built this entertainment capital in the desert, with the Venetian Hotel as the most important. Those immortal families worked together to invest Here, the royal palace in the center of this desert city was built in a water city style building, and there is even a river around it that can be used for boating.

At first, Fisker was just a rising star in the eyes of those Italians, an upstart who lacked any background and tried to become a real underground aristocrat through his own efforts. But he grew up too fast, and Kingpin, who was part Italian, soon made an offer to the Italians that they could not refuse, just as the great godfather said.

Last night, all night. Business in Europe and Asia has suffered heavy losses. Fisker asked the responsible persons from various places to rush to Las Vegas to report their work. They have an important meeting at noon today.

Fisk was having breakfast with Vanessa, and Wesley served him with all his heart. Although they had some communication while eating, the familiar force field blocked Jozy's detection, which made it difficult for those who used it in the square outside. Qiao Qi, who was telepathically observing, was a little disappointed.

"Matthew, maybe we can go have breakfast together." Jin Zhien chatted with Qiao Qi on the bench for half an hour, but never got his invitation or asked for her number. The girl wrung her hands together and took the initiative to send an invitation to the handsome guy in front of her with great determination.

"Oh, of course, how about staying at the Venetian? If you stay here, maybe you should go back and catch up on some sleep after breakfast. You look a little tired." Qiao Qi's new uses of psychic abilities, such as some simple psychological suggestions .

Qiao Qi was not a fool, so he took the initiative to hold the girl's hand. He could feel the girl's body stiffen for a moment, and then she held his hand.

During previous observations, more than a dozen surveillance points were discovered. There were two people at each position, one for surveillance and one for sniping. Even in some people passing by in the square, Qiao Qi found some special aura in them, a cold and murderous temperament.

Jin Zhien had no idea that the man was using her as a cover. Her cheeks were a little red and her heartbeat could not help but become faster. She was even thinking about how to invite this man to her room after breakfast.

The restaurant is on the third floor wing. People who come to Las Vegas like to hang out at night, and people staying at the Venetian Hotel are higher-income people. They will not choose to get up early because of the hotel's breakfast after a crazy night. .

The carpet in the restaurant is very comfortable. When you step on it, there is elastic feedback on the soles of your feet, making you feel like you are walking on the clouds. The waiters shuttled between the back kitchen and the long self-service table, which was self-service, and they were placing the subsequent food on the table.

The silver-haired young man slowly walked into the restaurant. He turned his head slightly to the girl holding his arm, and nodded slightly to express approval from time to time. There was a smile on his handsome face, and his calm posture showed his charm.

“Their smoked fish is great, Europeans are best at that, aren’t they?”

Half of Jin Zhien's body was already attached to the silver-haired young man. She did not smell the cologne that white people like to use on this handsome white guy. She could be sure that this muscular body did not have any sweat gland problems. The girl was very satisfied. His choice to get up early, the man's demeanor and words have an extraordinary charm, and there is some wildness in his calmness. This sense of aggression fascinates the girl.

"I like fish. When I was young, my grandfather would take me on a boat to go fishing on the sea. Those fish were very energetic." Qiao Qi responded smoothly. Although his face was turned sideways to Jin Zhien, his eyes were looking at the girl. There is a trace of obsession, but his telepathy has already locked the target.

"Wilson Fisk"

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