Marvel: I'm really not an evil god!

"Hey, Alita, my friend! You're finally here."

Sim arrived, carrying a box.

"Sim, long time no see. I'm here to give you something. I'm sorry, something happened in the human world and it just ended."

Alita handed over the three boxes of cigars she bought.

"Wow, is this the new cigar you humans made?"

Sim couldn't wait to open a box, picked up one and smelled it.

"It's okay, the taste is a little stronger than what I made."

"It's okay. If you like it, I'll bring you some when I save up enough money."

Seeing that Sim liked it, Alita nodded. Fortunately, she didn't disappoint him.

"Okay, bring some of other types as well. Here, this is your product. Although it is not a lot, it is absolutely guaranteed to be of top quality. In the past few years, since Ororo started to repair Hell's Border, the magic element has become more intense, and the taste is the same. The effect is even better!”

Sim handed the box he just brought to Alita and explained.

"Is that much? How many must there be!"

Alita looked at it in surprise, this was too efficient. . .

"This is because the materials have gotten better, which has caused me to work slower. If you had come here at that time, let alone one, there would have been at least a dozen boxes."

"..."

You are really a craftsman, you strive for excellence. . .

"Anyway, thank you, Sim. I will come over when I have time. By the way, you also have a share of what I gave to the kitten. It has been divided. You three will share it later. points. So, let’s do this for now. This channel won’t be open for long. Kitten, tell Ororo to go see her next time. If you want to come to Earth, just tell me and I’ll pick you up. West Mm, goodbye now~"

"Alita, goodbye."

"Baibai~"

Boo!

The passage disappeared.

It seems that even if Illyana is not here, Limbo has become better because of Ororo. Maybe in the future, the entire Limbo will be full of flowers and become what Ororo hopes - the X-Men. Maybe a paradise where the soul rests.Calling it hell is no longer appropriate.

So, let’s see what Sim’s stuff looks like.Alita opened the box, and it was divided into several layers. Each layer was covered with some kind of fragrant plant, and the upper three layers were made of red, blue, white, and brown slender cigars. .The lower three layers are similar in color, but they all look like normal-sized cigars.

Ah, Sim is really attentive. By the way, have there been more magical plants in hell?There are actually different flavors, tsk, there are so many things, how much money do I have to spend to buy a gift of the same value back to Sim.Alita blushed a little when she thought of her three boxes, fifty cigars, and a gift of only one million yuan.Yes, Alita secretly kept ten of them and planned to try them herself.

call out!

Alita used magic to put the box away.Then he took out a white one, leaned on the sofa, and while thinking about how to make money, he tried the new magic snow, um, the taste of snow.

......

On the other side, in a luxurious training room.

Training was going on in a boxing ring, and two figures were constantly moving.

Bang!

The strange thing is that there is a tall fat man in the ring without any armor or boxing gloves. He is just defending the opponent's attack. From this look, he seems to be the sparring partner of the opponent who is madly attacking the boxer.

"Fisk."

A young man wearing an expensive suit, gold-rimmed glasses, and slicked-back hair came up from below and called one of the people on the stage by name.

Bang!

The boxer struck hard on the face of the fat man who had just turned to look over.However, perhaps due to lack of strength, the tall fat man did not move, but turned his eyes and glanced at him.

"Uh, yes, I'm sorry! Did I mean it?"

The boxer quickly backed away and spoke nervously, as if he was afraid of him.

"continue."

A low voice means to continue beating.Fisk took up his stance this time and looked at the boxer across from him who was swallowing his saliva nervously.

"Come."

"it is good......"

The boxer positioned his movements again, stepped forward cautiously, looked at the tall figure opposite him, suppressed the fear in his heart, and began to punch.

Bang!

"Pfft...ah!"

As soon as the boxer's gloved hand was swung out, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if he had been hit by a high-speed car. He flew backwards and vomited blood at the same time.

Bang.

The boxer fell out of the ring and fell to the ground in despair. You could see that his chest was obviously dented.It was a fist seal.

The man on the stage retracted his fist. It turned out that this man's tall figure was not because of obesity, but because of the powerful muscles all over his body, which made Fix as intimidating as a giant man with an iron tower.

"Wesley."

Fix came off the stage and wiped his forehead with a towel.

"Fix, your strength no longer requires training. Now even those consecutive champions in the underground boxing ring cannot last three seconds in your hands."

Wesley looked at the new leader of New York's largest underground gang in front of him and said a little helplessly.With your body of muscles, only a few people can withstand it, not to mention that you are a master of fighting.

"I just need them to help me stay in shape. Got one?"

Fix, the Kingpin, looked at his right-hand man, Wesley.

"Unfortunately, we couldn't find him. This man seems to be able to fly, and he comes and goes without a trace. Compared with our old rival, Daredevil, he is more difficult to deal with. But I think he will continue to be active."

"why."

"Because he seems to be here specifically for human smuggling. Not only our industry, but other people's human smuggling industry has also been cleaned up by him."

"Do you think Bullseye can take care of him?"

"This, I think his strength should be above Daredevil."

The implication is that Bullseye can't even handle Daredevil, so this mysterious man who came to destroy their industry probably can't handle it either.

Jin didn't speak and walked into the locker room with a towel. Wesley stood at the door and waited quietly.

After a while, Jinbin, who had changed into a white suit, walked out holding a cane.

"Are there any more powerful guys underground recently?"

Kingpin asked Wesley as he walked forward without looking back.

"Well, there is one. He is a mercenary. He is very capable. It is said that he has wiped out several gangs by himself."

Wesley raised his glasses and thought of someone.

"Try him."

"Well, it's possible, but the fee seems a bit expensive."

"Anything that will work out, Wesley."

"Ok, I see."

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