Marvel's Swordsman

Zhang Jun looked at the guy in a tuxedo in front of him.

Well dressed, but pale face, slender fingernails.More importantly, Zhang Jun disliked the dark temperament emanating from him.

Zhang Jun glanced at the other party and said coldly. "Baron, do you have something like that in America?"

Hart saw that Zhang Jun didn't show any respect when he heard Baron Fagan's name, and his face was slightly displeased.

But he thought of today's task and endured it.

Hart bowed slightly and said respectfully.

"My master is a baron created by the King of England, and is officially a baron."

Zhang Jun said impatiently. "Okay, just think that you are the envoy of some baron and you came to me for something."

Hart said, still smiling. "My master, Baron Fagan, knows that Mr. Zhang is the best mercenary in North America and wants to pay you to help solve the problem."

Zhang Jun looked at him and asked. "Oh. I wonder what your master's trouble is."

"Brad has been hunting down our people for no reason. This makes Baron Fagan very angry. We are willing to pay 1 million US dollars to hire Mr. to capture him."

Zhang Jun put down his wine glass when he heard it, and glanced at the other party.

Now he understood what Baron Fagan was talking about.

"I'm not interested. Find someone else."

Hearing Zhang Jun's refusal, Hart said hurriedly. "If Mr. Zhang is not satisfied with the price, we can negotiate again. Money is not an issue."

When it comes to money, Hart is arrogant.

Bill Gates, Buffett and the like are all scum in front of my master's accumulated wealth of thousands of years.

Zhang Jun, a mercenary, even if he asked for a hundred million, as long as he could catch Brad, his master wouldn't even blink his eyes.

Zhang Jun was very upset when he saw the ugly face of this Hagui clan.

He showed a very bright smile and said: "This is not the place to discuss such topics. Let's go out and talk."

Seeing Zhang Jun's bright smile, Hart thought Zhang Jun agreed.

"Of course. Where does Mr. Zheng want to talk?"

Hart smiled sarcastically on his face.

No matter how powerful you are, what can you do, you still have to worship at the feet of money.

My master is still the most powerful, he will live forever, accumulate wealth for thousands of years, and be as rich as an enemy.

If I can be like him, I can also enjoy the glory and wealth of the eternity.

For a moment, Hart's eyes were full of admiration and fanaticism.

Zhang Jun saw a lot of Hart's eyes.

This kind of person was finally swallowed up by his own greed, and ended up in a tragic end.

As soon as he walked out of the bar gate, Zhang Jun stopped in his tracks.

Hart saw a slight frown on his brow.

Let’s talk here

He thought that Zhang Jun was going to the coffee shop, or that the price was discussed in the secret room.

He had no idea that Zhang Jun wanted to talk here.

Might as well be a bar

Just when Hart was a little confused.

卟

A dull voice sounded.

Hart, who was completely defenseless, received a heavy blow to the abdomen.

He was so painful that he almost spit out the bile water.

Hart clutched his belly, bent down, and knelt on the ground.

He raised his head with difficulty, and looked at Zhang Jun with disbelief.

"you"

Zhang Jun grabbed his hair and pulled him up.

"Go back and tell your master. Asking him to brighten his eyes is a big deal. I am a vampire. Can I ask him to do it?"

Snapped

He slapped Hart hard across the face.

His face was immediately red and swollen.

"If a good person doesn't do it, he will become a vampire. Damn it, idiot. If that vampire is so awesome, he still needs to hide in the dark like a turtle and dare not come out. You idiot, you can't use your head to think about idiot garbage. "

Papapa

Slapping the opponent's face into a big painted face, several teeth are loose.Zhang Jun's own palms hurt a little, so he stopped.

"Go back and tell your master to stay away from my shop. If you dare to come close next time, it won't be that Sunwalker who will hunt you down. I will kill you myself."

At this time, how could Hart dare to refute Zhang Jun.He almost kowtowed.

"Yes, yes, I will definitely report it to him."

Even if you don't tell me, I must tell the master when I go back.

How dare you hit me, let's see if my master doesn't send someone to clean you up.

Zhang Jun didn't care about Hart's little thoughts at all.

I am not even afraid of the daywalker blades that you fear, but I will be afraid of you shrinking turtles in the dark who are afraid of sunwalkers like tigers.

Zhang Jun shook Hart, snorted and walked back to the bar.

Seeing Zhang Jun walk into the bar, Hart's eyes were full of sinister.

He covered his face, lowered his head, quickly got into a Rolls-Royce Phantom, and drove towards Manhattan.

Surrounded by anger, Hart didn't care about the fine for running a red light.

He drove a car and stopped at the entrance of a luxurious castle-shaped villa on the Upper West Side of Manhattan.

Compared with the surrounding villas, this castle-shaped villa is located in the farthest west.

The sunlight is blocked by the tall North American redwoods planted around it, and it is difficult for the sun to penetrate into this ancient castle.

The old castle is dark and gloomy, making people feel intimidated, and they dare not approach easily.

Hart stopped the car, walked into the villa, and walked all the way to the deepest part of the villa.

The temperature here is at least four or five degrees colder than outside, making people shiver when they walk in.

Hart tightened his clothes, stopped at the door, took a steady breath, and then knocked on the door.

"Master. I'm back."

"Come in" a very dignified voice sounded.

Hart quickly opened the door and walked in.With his left hand on his right wrist, he bent slightly and stood respectfully in front of a desk.

In the room, a pale man in a well-dressed handmade suit sat on a chair and asked with his hands crossed.

"How did things go? Did the mercenary agree?"

Hart shouted excitedly when he heard Baron Fagan's question.

"Master, that guy is very arrogant. He spoke arrogantly, and he asked me to tell him. Let the master stay away from his store, otherwise his words will be very unpleasant. I dare not elaborate in detail."

Baron Fagan, who was sitting on the chair, raised his head and looked at Hart with cold eyes.

"So, your mission failed."

"Master, not me"

"No"

A burst of screaming stopped, and Baron Fagan, who was originally sitting, came to Hart's side in an instant, and bit him towards his neck.

In less than 2 minutes, Hart's already fair face became even paler, his eyes were empty, without a trace of color.

Let go of Hart, Feigen's mouth was still bleeding, he wiped it with his hand, and shouted.

"Dispose of this waste and call m so they can take action."

"Yes, Master." A vampire guarding the door walked in and nodded in agreement, while also pulling Hart's body out for disposal.

What neither Hart nor Fagan knew was that a bug was placed on Hart's collar.

Zhang Jun took off the earplugs from his ears, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Finally I know your base camp

After my plan is completed, I will go to you.