Marvel's Cultivator

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(); "This place really meets the requirements." Barton disguised himself and came to the chaotic place of Hell's Kitchen.

According to intelligence, Merris may now be in an apartment on Third Street.

He was walking towards his destination while observing his surroundings.

Pedestrians walk on the street in twos and threes. Most of them live here, living a life of instability, hardship, or chaos and indulgence.

No one will travel to Hell's Kitchen unless you are not afraid of death. At night, some people living in the dark will come out to ask for a living. Robbery, drug trafficking, smuggling, theft, gang fights, etc. are the eternal themes of the night.

Even in the daytime, the suffocating feeling still won't go away.

Represented by Daredevil, superheroes such as Iron Fist, White Tiger, and Luke Cage have brought a ray of light to this dark place.

This is not only a gathering place for the poor under the prosperity, but also the crime center of New York.

The Hand, Jin Bin and other forces are intertwined in Hell's Kitchen, and the local government is content with the status quo. It is best for the villains to gather in Hell's Kitchen. This reduces the crime rate in the outside world in disguise, and there is no need to offend the underworld.

Barton turned into an alley, and the man who had been following behind put on his hood, took out a pistol from his waist, and slowly approached Hawkeye.

"Brother, borrow some money." Before he finished speaking, he felt a sudden pain in his right hand, and the pistol flew out of his hand in an instant.

Then he was hit hard on the stomach, and he broke out in cold sweat from the pain. Just as he knelt down to cover his stomach, a powerful hand stabbed the back of his neck. He only felt that his consciousness was blurred, and he rolled his eyes. fainted.

"I don't think I'll like it here." Barton looked at the fat black man who fell to the ground, and said to himself.

He walked over to pick up the pistol and looked at it. It was a Rolock G17 pistol, then put it away casually, glanced at the fat man on the ground, dragged it to a hidden corner, and then left quickly.

To be honest, it was the first time he was robbed by someone, but the opponent was really good enough.

After walking for about 5 minutes, he finally came to the door of the target apartment, but he didn't have any information about the ability of the dark magician.

It may be the kind of old wizard in historical stories who sacrifices the blood of living people, curses people, and can be caught and roasted by a group of medieval knights, or it may be the powerful magician in novels.

The superiors only asked him to investigate, and did not say that he would be arrested and brought to justice. Even if he was not, he was not so stupid and straightforward. If he was controlled, he would be finished.

The apartment is directly across the street, and there is an old cafe that seems to have been open for a long time. Most of the people who can get along here are people with backgrounds, so there are generally no people making trouble. It is a good place to monitor the apartment .

Walking into the cafe, a breath of the last century blows in the face, the old wooden floor, the nails embedded with twisted heads, and several oil paintings hanging on the wall, the lines of the frame are a little black.

The surface of the wooden tables and chairs was polished very smooth, as if it had been coated with oil.

"Sir, what would you like to order?" A thin little boy walked over with a menu and said.

Button looked at the menu and said, "A cup of black coffee, kid."

"Okay sir." The child walked towards the counter with the menu in his arms.

A strong black man at the next table suddenly looked over and smiled kindly at him. The beard on his face did not match his temperament.

Squeaky, another guest came in. Button took a look and found that it was a Chinese youth.

He was a little curious. Chinese people seldom appear in such dangerous places, and the word crime basically has nothing to do with them. People's inherent impression of them is that they are hard-working, smart, not aggressive, and have kung fu.

"This person is not simple." Barton looked at the calm Liu Yuan and said in his heart. He put on a look of shopping in Hell's Kitchen. He was either a fool or confident in his own strength.

"Huh? Hawkeye?" Liu Yuan glanced at Barton in surprise. Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. are here, but maybe it's not a bad thing.

"Sir, your..." The child ran over with a cup of coffee, but suddenly his left foot tripped over his right foot, and he fell straight to the ground.

Liu Yuan had sharp eyes and quick hands. He grabbed the child with his left hand, caught the coffee cup with his right hand, and quickly scooped up the spilled coffee, like a dragon swimming in water. Holding it firmly in his hand, he didn't spill a drop of coffee in the cup.

The whole shop fell silent, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze. The guests were all startled by Liu Yuan's operation.

"Oh, my God! This is Kung Fu!" A customer reacted and stood up excitedly.

Clap clap!Followed by applause and cheers.

He excitedly said to his companion next to him, "I knew the movie didn't lie to me!"

"Are you okay?" Liu Yuan asked as he helped the child up.

"I'm fine, thank you sir." The child looked at Liu Yuan with some admiration and said, this gentleman's kung fu is so cool!

"As long as it's okay, is this your coffee?" Liu Yuan said to Hawkeye holding a coffee cup.

"Oh, yes, thank you." Barton reacted after being shown a face by the sudden operation just now, released the right hand of the pistol on his waist, reached out to take the coffee cup and said.

"A bottle of beer, thank you." After Liu Yuan finished speaking, he sat down on the seat next to Button.

"Did what you did just now be kung fu?" Barton asked, glancing at the guests who were whispering excitedly.

"No, this is a normal emergency action." Liu Yuan explained.

"Should this come from practicing kung fu?" Barton pretended to be very curious.

Liu Yuan looked at Patton and said in his heart, "Why don't you pretend to be curious about the foreign brother?"

"You seem to have studied kung fu?" Liu Yuan asked back.

"I have participated in taekwondo training classes."

I believe you ghost, Liu Yuan glanced at Hawkeye, you, a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, still need to go to training courses for the study of fighting?

But after all, Barton didn't know that his background had already been known by the other party, and it was impossible for Liu Yuan to expose him here, so he acted as a cross talk.

"Taekwondo is a beautiful fighting technique." Liu Yuan boasted.

"Sir, your beer." The child put a bottle of beer and a wine glass on the table.

"Thank you." Liu Yuan grabbed the bottle neck, put his thumb under the bottle cap, and popped the bottle cap open.

Then pour the wine with your left hand, and catch the dropped bottle cap with your right hand.

"I love kung fu movies," Barton said. "The moves are so cool. I've always wanted to learn real kung fu."

"Really?" Liu Yuan responded after taking a sip of his wine.

Liu Yuan thought it was a little difficult for him to do the action just now, but it might be useful in the future.

"What's your name?" Liu Yuan asked.

Barton stretched out his hand and said, "My name is Pete."

Liu Yuan looked at Patton, thought for a while, held Patton's hand, and said with a smile, "My name is Zhang Wei!"

Just look for it, the name Zhang Wei has more people than Washington, Liu Yuan thought with a bit of a naughty taste.

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