Bloodlines of the Marvel Universe

'Button~'

With two taps, the red wooden door in front of him automatically opened a small crack.

'Unlocked? '

Seeing this, Kahn was slightly surprised.

The guards are so lax, I feel sorry for the crimes they have committed.

Or is it because he has a protective umbrella that makes him so confident?

However, it doesn't matter anymore.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Humming the cheerful whistle from "Kill Bill", Kahn pushed open the door and entered.

Kill, start!

The first time I saw the person coming, a bald man with a typical Slavic appearance and a sturdy back stood up from the plastic chair.

Holding the handle of the gun at his waist, the bald man looked at this uninvited weirdo with vigilance and asked sharply: "Who are you?"

Taking off the piano case from behind, Kahn said politely: "My name is 'V', a wandering musician, and I am here to perform a song for you."

"No one here wants to hear your crappy songs, get out of here!"

"Really? Didn't Marco order this "Hela" himself?"

The moment the other party called out his boss's name, the bald man realized that the person who came was evil.

His boss hates music so much, how could he ask someone to play it?

Draw the gun, aim, and open the safety all in one go.

'boom! '

With a gunshot, the small pistol in the bald man's hand fell off. The grizzly bear-like body fell straight back, and dark red blood flowed out from the blood hole in the center of his forehead.

With a slight shake of his arm, the wooden piano case with a large hole penetrated by Kahn fell apart, revealing the FN-SCAR assault rifle hidden inside.

Hearing the gunshots coming from outside, the gangsters who were having fun in the house were all stunned.

Someone dares to come to them to look for trouble?

After reacting, he immediately picked up the weapon beside him and rushed towards the source of the sound one after another.

After getting rid of the watchdog, Kahn continued to whistle and walked into the building casually.

boom! boom! boom!

The three fastest Albanians had just arrived at the stairs. Before they could see the true face of the enemy, their vision went dark and they lost consciousness.

"In such a rush to die?"

Avoiding the corpse rolling down the stairs, Kahn turned the gun again and fired another three bursts.

At the end of the corridor, two people with guns ready to shoot fell down immediately.

After only two encounters with the enemy, we lost five people.

The remaining gangsters immediately understood that the intruder was not easy to mess with, and they all found bunkers and hid, preparing to wait for the opportunity.

But, no use!

Arriving on the first floor of the main house, Kahn aimed at the closed wooden door in front of him and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Ah~!" X2

After two screams, there was completely no movement in the room.

Then, the second room, the third room...

For Kahn, whose super senses were fully activated, the inaudible breathing and heartbeats of the gangsters were clearly audible like thunder.

Coupled with the sense of smell that is not inferior to that of ordinary werewolves, Kahn even directly simulated a 3D map in his mind.

The location of every living creature in this two-story building is clearly marked.

The screams of their companions continued one after another, and the remaining gangsters on the first floor gradually realized that something was wrong.

The other party may have some unknown means to detect their location!

There's no point in hiding, it's better to fight to the death than to be slowly cannibalized.

“#￥%&&……”

Under the loud command of a small boss, the doors of the remaining seven rooms on the first floor opened at the same time.

As soon as the gun-holding arms stretched out of the door, and before the trigger was pulled, Kahn flashed and jumped into the room closest to him.

Three knives and two swords were used to slit the throats of the stacked gangsters.

Before the gangsters in the opposite room could react, Kahn quickly swung his right arm with the gun, pointed at the gangsters, and pulled the trigger.

Then, he pulled the tab of the explosive bomb and gently threw it out of the corridor.

When he closed the door, he also turned off his super hearing.

'Om--! '

Accompanied by a burst of bright light that briefly blinded people, a buzzing enough to pierce the eardrums lasted in the corridor for nearly three seconds before gradually subsided.

Even through a wooden door, Kahn still felt a ringing in his ears.

Not to mention the gangsters who were exposed to shock bombs.

All of them had tears in their eyes, covered their heads, and lay on the ground wailing.

There was even a misfire and Kahn's head was stolen.

"It's really unfortunate."

Opening the door, Kahn took the lead in sending the gangster who had robbed his head to meet Satan.

In the next few seconds, gunshots were heard continuously, and the voices became lower and lower.

Eventually, both stopped simultaneously.

After dealing with the enemies on the first floor, Kahn came to the stairs, accelerated suddenly, raised his foot and kicked up hard.

A small cantaloupe falling from the sky immediately returned to the face of the thrower along the original path at twice the speed of its original launch.

'Boom! '

Sawdust was flying and smoke was everywhere.

Several Albanian gangsters who were ambushing the stairs on the second floor died suddenly.

Taking a deep breath and smelling the fragrance of blood in the air, a satisfied smile appeared on Kahn's face beneath the mask.

The depression accumulated in my heart was swept away due to the repeated defeats at the hands of Gevaudan and Lycaon last night.

If you can't cure werewolves, you can't cure these scum!

After changing the magazine, Kahn did not take the usual path, bent his legs and jumped into the air.

He fired several shots in mid-air and killed the gangsters hiding in the corridor on the second floor one by one.

Landing firmly on the bumpy floor on the second floor, Kahn retracted his gun and strode to the door of the penultimate room.

This time, he didn't shoot directly through the door.

Through the heartbeat, which was too weak to resemble a normal person, Kahn had roughly judged that the person inside was most likely not an enemy.

At least not an enemy that could pose a threat to him.

Pushing open the door and entering the cramped, damp and cold room, there were no Albanian gangsters.

There was only a frail young woman.

The woman was lying on a dilapidated wooden bed. She was about 25 or [-] years old. Her face was pale and her eyes were dull.

He had a hot body, disheveled clothes, many dazzling needle scars on his arms, and blood-stained syringes scattered beside the bed.

Exit the room and open five doors in a row.

The people lying inside were all young women with hot bodies and beautiful faces, but they were like walking corpses.

Combined with the information obtained from the Continental Hotel and what he had seen before, Kahn roughly guessed the misfortunes of these women.

There are two types of criminals he hates most.

One is a seller of washing powder, and the other is a human trafficker who forces girls into prostitution.

Boy, this Albanian gang has them both.

Kahn now regrets it.

I just acted too swiftly and swiftly.

"I hope the little witch isn't here."

Sighing, Kahn opened the remaining doors one by one.