Marvel Road to Survival

Dark room, Japanese-style sliding door, thick red light behind the incense table against the wall.

"Mrs. Gao, since you have met his disciple, why don't you kill him together." A square-faced man in a black suit and tie sat on his knees on the floor. He was an Asian.

"No, Fisk's work has reached its most critical moment, and you can't make any mistakes during this period. Be patient, Xin!" An old voice spoke faintly in the shadows in front of the incense table.

"He has killed two Heikongs in the past few years and needs to be sacrificed with the blood of his disciples!"

"Be patient!" A Chinese sentence came from in front of the incense table.

"It's not time yet, everything will have a result..."

As the man continued to argue, the red light behind the incense case went out. He bent down, saluted, and retreated.

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In Stark's Long Island mansion, on the boxing ring in the gym, Tony Stark was sweating profusely and sparring with his bodyguard and driver Happy.

Miss Pepper Potts sat on the sofa chattering and bickering with Tony.

A woman wearing a black dress appeared at the door. She had curly chestnut hair, green eyes, and three-dimensional yet exquisite facial features. Her body proportions were excellent, and her slim-fitting dress made her look like a ripe honeydew. Peach.

"Mr. Stark, there is an authorization here that requires your fingerprint." The woman spoke, her voice was magnetic, her face was smiling, and she was charming.

Tony Stark looked back, stunned.

"Make sure your opponent can't leave your sight." Happy took the opportunity to give Tony a shot.

Tony turned around and gave Happy a fat beating. He called the woman over and pointed at the boxing ring to signal the woman to come up.

The lady did as she was told, and Pepper frowned on the sofa.

Tony Stark took off his protective gear and sat down next to her: "Who is this beauty? Maybe..."

"No! You can't! She's from the Legal Department and you're staring at her and you could face harassment charges."

"No, I hired her, maybe she can bring in my best secretary..."

"Beauty, what's your name?"

The woman on the ring turned back: "Natasha!"

Happy's old habit comes back again: "When boxing, make sure your opponent is within your sight!"

As soon as she stretched out her gloved fist, Natasha grabbed her pulse point, pushed it out, and rushed forward, knocking Happy down in an instant. A cross lock only held him.

"Wow!" The two people in the audience exclaimed.

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In an underground parking lot in Manhattan, the fluorescent lights are very bright.

"Man, this thing is the best. All Americans should have one on their waist. Oh no! Two..."

Looking at the chattering black guys in front of him, Qiao Qi weighed the 911 in his hand. The 45-caliber semi-automatic firepower had good stopping power, but the pistol with only seven rounds per unit price could not cope with the hordes of enemies.

"Your name is Teko Barrett? I thought you could give me a stronger guy. I might as well go to Wal-Mart and buy this stuff. You're putting this awesome last name to shame!" Jozy handed the gun back, expressing his dissatisfaction. .

"Oh man, it actually suits your figure very well..." Seeing that the short masked man in front of him was about to shoot him, Teko shut up knowingly.

The trunk of the old Ford was opened, and Teco opened the bulging black duffel bag and showed Jozy his treasure.

"Ak-47 is the favorite of gang members. It has a large caliber and a fast rate of fire. It doesn't require much maintenance. Everyone in Mexico has one at home."

"6. This is embargoed goods, smuggled back from Afghanistan by the Irish."

"I need a flexible gadget instead of carrying a rifle to fight." Qiao Qi shook his head. He even saw a dozen fragmentation grenades randomly thrown in the carriage, which made his hair stand up. He had to say it was dark. My brother is so big-hearted that he dares to drive around with a bunch of these things in the back of his car.

"G-18, a pure new product from the factory, look at the paint and gun oil. 17-round magazine, full automatic firepower. He is small, but powerful enough, just like you..."

The corners of Qiao Qi's eyes twitched...

"I need a few spare magazines and bullets. Tell your friends that someone needs to buy an AA-12. I can afford a sufficient price. I will pay a thousand yuan for this news."

Teko was stunned. This powerful automatic shotgun was contraband and difficult to obtain, but one thousand dollars made him excited.

"Leave it to me, man."

"And the body armor in your jacket, I need it!"

"God! Are you going to war?"

"A thousand knives!"

"make a deal……"

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Teco did not disappoint him, and even thoughtfully gave him two grenades as extras. He thought Qiao Qi just liked strong guys.

Without stopping, he headed to Hell's Kitchen based on the intelligence he had collected previously. He was going to attack the Hand's factories and warehouses.

The villain takes revenge all day long.

Although the stab wound from last night was still aching, Qiao Qi still chose to take action the next day. This was an opportunity to catch the enemy off guard.

The huge workshop was empty, with a long row of cases in the middle. Two rows of workers were groping left and right, scraping the white solid out of the container, adding additives to form a powder, and sorting and packaging it.

There were more than a dozen strong men with submachine guns standing around, waiting.

"There are 14 gunmen in total, plus the two outside the door, 16 people. They are difficult to deal with."

Qiao Qi was in the shadow of the simple office on the second floor in the distance, watching the fire clearly.

The windows in the office were wide open, and two strong men fell to the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

pat-

The workshop fell into absolute darkness, and the blind workers who could not see continued to sort the goods without affecting their work at all.

Someone shouted and ordered someone to check the insurance.

"boom--"

The gun went off, and the person who gave the order fell to the ground with a bullet in his eyebrow. The firelight flashed across a face wearing a blue sanitary mask.

Bang bang bang——, gunshots rang out continuously, several strong men fought back with Uzis, and the gunfire kept flashing.

The sound of gunfire was like fried beans, one continuous sound.

The blind worker lay down with his head in his hands, shivering.

The flaming muzzles of the guns were extinguished one by one, and the sound of gunfire became sparse, leaving only sporadic pistol sounds.

Less than ten seconds.

There is only one person standing in the huge factory.

The fluorescent lights turned on, and Qiao Qi looked at the group of poor people lying on the ground with no expression on his face. Blood stained his sleeves and one of his trouser legs. In the fierce exchange of fire just now, his head turned into diamond, and his telepathy was fully activated.

Wearing a bulletproof vest, he almost withstood the panicked firepower of the gunmen and wiped out the opponent. He had used stolen firearms before, but had never experienced such a fierce gunfight, and he underestimated the power of stray bullets.

Qiao Qi called 911 and told him that there was a fierce exchange of fire and that many blind people were kidnapped.

He took the prepared gasoline and poured it on the table, then picked up the finished goods in the corner and threw them together.

Driving the blind men into the corner, he lit the huge pile of "goods" on fire!

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The police officers used fire extinguishers to put out the raging fire and looked at the tragic scene.

"Oh my God, there's a war going on here."

The ground in the factory was stained with blood, and 9mm bullet casings were everywhere.

More than a dozen corpses were piled into a hill, and a big "ghost" was written next to it with bright red self-spray paint!

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A basement in Brooklyn...

An underground bank in Manhattan...

A cargo ship in the port...

That night, the raging fire burned mercilessly. The NYPD turned into a fire brigade, running on the front line with fire extinguishers. Fighting fires seemed to have become their main job. Hundreds of blind people were sent to the police station, and the placement of these people raised Chief George's blood pressure.

Qiao Qi madly attacked the Hehui industry, and he wanted to teach these New York bugs an unforgettable lesson.

He moved like the wind and was extremely quick in every battle. He did not hesitate to expose his ability to change faces. He prepared several sets of clothes and kept each firefight and aftermath within ten minutes.

Until finally, on the burning freighter, he saw a red ninja walking on the waves from a distance...

Qiao Qi changed his appearance. He now had the appearance of a black man. He had endured the severe pain and controlled the muscle tissue to squeeze out several ricochet bullets, and tried his best to close the wounds to prevent excessive blood loss.

But he was already a little groggy. He often turned on his telepathy for a few seconds and found that he could always find the red ninja hiding in the shadows and on the roof of the building nearby.

Like a headless fly, Jozy unknowingly returned to Hell's Kitchen.

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