Bloodlines of the Marvel Universe

Back at the Continental Hotel, as soon as Kahn entered the lobby, he saw a dirty young man looking around with a big bump on his forehead.

"My Lord Earl, here!"

Seeing the long-awaited figure, Pietro immediately waved and shouted, attracting a cold stare from the surrounding killers.

Feeling the malicious glances around him, Xinde frowned, turned his head and looked at the bearded man closest to him, his eyes as sharp as a scalpel: "What are you looking at?"

Within five seconds of looking at each other, the bearded man's eyes felt unbearably sore. He couldn't hold on anymore and left the hall without saying a word while holding the wine glass.

Kill the chickens to warn the monkeys.

Seeing that this group of people was not easy to mess with, the other killers silently withdrew their gaze.

When he came to the two of them and sat down by himself, Kahn looked at Pietro who was full of regret: "Okay, stop talking nonsense. When and where did you meet that group of people?"

Trying to recall the details of last night's attack, Pietro answered them one by one: "We were attacked near the end of the street where we walked straight out of the hotel and turned right, about nine o'clock."

"That's the Avenue de Algiers."

After explaining, Kahn continued to ask: "What are the characteristics of those kidnappers?"

"Wearing a hood, I couldn't see clearly."

Pietro scratched the back of his head and struggled: "However, they are not speaking French or English, they are a bit like Russian."

"Russian? Did they drive a car? What model was it? Do they remember the license plate number?"

"do not know."

"Then do you have any other clues that can determine the identity of the other party?"

Pietro shook his head.

Taking a deep breath, Kahn looked at the nine-headed housekeeper next to him: "Cinder, keep an eye on him."

After picking up the coffee and taking a sip, Cinder said casually without any urgency on his face: "Come back soon."

in front of the counter.

Looking at the unfamiliar face in front of him, the concierge said politely: "Sir, is there anything I can do for you?"

Taking out three Continental Hotel general gold coins and placing them on the counter, Kahn said concisely: "To buy a piece of information, you also need some weapons and a set of luggage."

"plz follow me."

Under the guidance of the concierge, Kahn first walked through a corridor, then took the elevator to an unknown floor, and finally stopped in front of an alloy door similar to a vault door.

After entering the password and verifying the biometric information, the concierge stood outside the door and made a 'please' gesture: "Please, sir."

As soon as he entered the room, a middle-aged aunt with a colorful afro sitting behind the computer asked impatiently: "What do you want to know?"

As if he didn't want to waste a second on Kahn.

"At eight o'clock last night, my people were kidnapped on the Street of Algiers. I need to find out the identity of the group."

"What are the characteristics of the kidnapped person?"

"A little girl of twelve or three years old, with long black hair..."

"Please wait."

After hearing the description, the middle-aged aunt immediately picked up the landline phone on the table and dialed an unknown number: "48, 456B, 17, 3336D."

Although the Continental Hotel's intelligence network is not top-notch, it is still fairly well-informed about the affairs of its three-thirds of an acre of land.

Before the minute hand of the pendulum clock on the wall had finished moving, the middle-aged aunt received an email on her computer.

"According to the analysis of our intelligence personnel, the kidnappers are most likely the Albanian gang."

Clicking on the email, the middle-aged aunt explained while browsing: "Five or six years ago, they came from the east, and there were only about 20 of them."

"Until now, we don't know the exact number of them, but there are at least several hundred people, let alone their degree of danger."

"They sell laundry detergent, kidnap, rob, and traffic people... They do all kinds of evil, and they are said to have connections with the Paris authorities."

Kahn asked the most concerning question: "Where is their headquarters?"

"Paradise Avenue, No. 10."

………………

On the broad street, a white taxi with a Marseille license plate was slowly moving forward.

In the driver's seat, a spirited young man with a crew cut and a scar on his temples was answering the phone while looking around for potential passengers.

"Daniel, if you don't come to my house before seven o'clock today, then..."

"Honey, we have a guest here. Let's talk later."

After the passenger got into the back seat, the man named Daniel asked as usual: "Sir, where are you going?"

"Paradise Avenue, No. 10, use your fastest speed."

"you sure?"

"Come on, I'm in a hurry."

"no problem."

Glancing at the rearview mirror, Daniel's hand suddenly froze.

The airtight black cloak, the long black hair that couldn't be more fake, the white smiling mask with two mustaches on the face, and the violin case that comes standard with villains,

This outfit is either a pervert or a terrorist!

He kind of regretted letting this guy get in the car.

With a stiff smile on his lips, Daniel tried to ask: "Sir, are you cosplaying? What do you call it?"

"You have to guess this."

Taking off the black tall hat on his head, Kahn deliberately changed his voice: "You can call me, V."

"Then please Mr. V, please fasten your seat belt. I'm about to leave."

As a reminder, under Kahn's surprised gaze, Daniel took off the original steering wheel and replaced it with a carbon fiber racing steering wheel.

Immediately afterwards, he opened the plastic cover of the center console's sub-instrument and pressed several buttons with unknown functions.

Immediately, the vehicle shook.

Through the rearview mirror, Kahn watched helplessly as a pure white rear wing rose from the rear of the shabby taxi, and two mini 'wings' protruded from the bottom of the chassis.

Before he could ask a question, a strong pushing sensation came from the cushion.

It gave Kahn the illusion that what was beneath him was not a taxi, but a fighter jet.

50 yards, 100 yards, 200 yards...

A white phantom turned left and right in the city, causing countless passers-by and colleagues to scream and curse.

But the police in Paris seemed to be completely blind, turning a blind eye to these two white rentals.

Let it run wild in the romantic city.

The originally 10-minute drive was completed in 15 minutes by these two unattractive taxis.

'squeak--! '

There was a sound of braking like a traffic accident, and a vomit bag automatically popped up from the back of Kahn's front seat, waiting for the passenger behind to fill it.

Pushing the vomit bag back, Kahn took out one thousand euros with a normal expression and handed it to the other party: "No need to look for it."

This little bump might make ordinary people lose their appetite for a whole day, but to him, the bloody Viscount, it was nothing to the point.

It's not like Kahn has never experienced more exciting scenes than this before.

"Mr. V is indeed not an ordinary person."

Hearing the angry voice of the other party, Daniel raised his eyebrows and praised sincerely: "You are the first person to build my car without vomiting."

"You're not bad either."

"Among all the drivers I have ever seen, I would like to call you the strongest!"

There was a business exchange, and Kahn took the opportunity to ask: "Do you have a business card? I'll see you next time if I need anything."

Being able to drive a taxi for more than two hundred yards in urban Paris is not something you can come across all the time.

Driving proficiency is at least Master and above.

After quickly counting the fare, Daniel smiled and said, "No problem."