Bloodlines of the Marvel Universe

'Considerately' he wiped the sweat from Marco's forehead, and Kahn asked with concern: "Are you feeling better?"

"I@#￥%￥%..."

Stimulated by the severe pain, Marco subconsciously switched to Albanian and began to spit out the fragrance.

"I scolded him so vigorously, it seems he has recovered."

After muttering to himself, Kahn took hold of the opponent's weak middle finger, twisted it to the left, turned it to the right, and pulled it back hard.

"Ah!!!" The ear-piercing scream sounded again, even more shrill than before.

"Oh, your bones are not as hard as Mr. John said."

Raising the bloody severed finger in his hand, Kahn sighed in disappointment and continued to ask: "Now, are you ready to tell us the whereabouts of these two girls?"

"You pervert! @#￥%..."

"If you still have the energy to scold, let's continue."

While holding up the index finger next to the broken finger, Kahn threatened: "After the fingers are finished, there are toes, and after the toes are finished, there are teeth. There are a total of 206 bones in the human body. We can take our time."

Quietly taking two steps back to stay away from this suspected psychopathic guy, John frowned and reminded: "Be careful, don't kill him."

"Don't worry, it's not like dead people can't talk."

If the other party really would rather die than surrender, then Kahn would have no choice but to go find Selina.

However, as a selfish criminal leader, Marco is not as tough as he thought.

As soon as the second finger was pulled off, he gave up resistance, leaving a lot of the rhetoric that Kahn had prepared to rot in his stomach.

"We don't keep virgins, we sell them."

"You sold my daughter? You sold her?!"

After getting this answer, John on the side was furious.

"Who was sold to?" Kahn asked calmly.

"Saint Caliph!"

"Patrice St. Caliph!"

"Who is he? Where can I find him?"

"I don't know, I really don't know."

"Forgive me, please let me go this time. I will definitely... ugh!"

"It's God's business to forgive you."

After stuffing the rag back into the other person's mouth, Kahn slapped the power switch next to him and walked out of the factory.

………………

As soon as the call was connected, a slightly teasing female voice came from the other end of the phone: "My Lord Earl, have you found your little maid?"

"almost."

Kahn said in a deep voice: "Nissa, help me check a person, Patrice Saint-Gali."

"Saint Caliph?"

"I have some impressions of this guy."

"Oh?"

"This guy is a broker who walks in the gray area. He specializes in providing special services to dignitaries. He even invited me to attend his special auction."

"Is that so? Then help me bring him a message."

"Give Wanda back to me, and that's the end of it."

For the time being, Kahn has no intention of killing this Saint Caliph.

As long as you don't mess with him or block his way.

He didn't care whether the other party was a heinous villain or a noble Madonna protagonist.

Only 10 minutes later, there was a reply from Nisha.

"The other party refused."

"Business is business, he said."

"If you want those two girls, you are welcome to bid at tonight's auction."

After receiving this answer, Kahn fell silent.

Why do some people seek death?

Seeing that her old lover didn’t reply for a long time, Nisa tried to ask: “I have already asked for an invitation letter for you, do you want to go together?”

"No, I'll take care of this myself."

Kahn decisively rejected the other party's invitation.

I robbed his things and wanted to sell them to him at a higher price.

Think of him as one of those honest people who can be bullied at will, right?

"Then I can only observe a few seconds of silence for him."

The woman's voice was filled with schadenfreude.

………………

The night is dark and the wind is high.

In the middle of Grove Street near the Eiffel Tower, there is an elegant four-story Gothic building.

A man and a woman in fine clothes are dancing in pairs to the soothing and melodious music.

When the hands of the pendulum clock in the lobby reached nine o'clock, a yellow taxi happened to stop in front of the building's door.

Opening the door, a man wearing a black cloak and a white smiling mask stepped down.

"I hope it's not too late."

Looking down at his watch, Kahn felt unlucky.

This is one of the most congested neighborhoods in Paris, but it also encountered the evening rush hour, and there was a traffic accident on the way.

As a result, he arrived a full hour later than expected!

It would be nice if that guy Daniel was here.

With his driving skills, as long as he has enough money, these problems will definitely no longer be a problem.

Unfortunately, tonight is the first time he and his father-in-law meet.

When Kahn called to make an appointment in the afternoon, the other party had already rushed back to Marseille.

After stopping this strange man with a unique look, the security guard at the door reminded him dutifully: "Sir, please show your invitation letter. Masks are not allowed at the banquet."

Taking out the postcard that Daniel gave him in the morning and waving it in front of the other person's eyes, Kahn asked: "Is this it?"

Shaking his head, the security guard looked like, "Are you kidding me?" "Sir?"

Spreading his hands, Kahn said confidently: "That's right, because I don't have one at all."

"here……"

Hearing this, the security guard turned cold and turned on the intercom, preparing to call a colleague who specializes in dealing with this type of psychopathy.

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, Kahn slashed his throat with a knife and fell down while holding his neck.

When another security guard at the door saw this, he immediately reached for the pistol on his waist with his right hand.

But all he saw was a flash of black shadow in front of him, and he followed in the footsteps of his companions.

After pushing the door open and entering, Kahn took a glass of champagne from the waiter's iron plate. Under the surprised eyes of the surrounding guests, he came to the side of the hall where the band was playing.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

Kahn pushed aside the greasy-faced lead singer, grabbed the microphone in front of him, and walked to the small steps next to him. Kahn cleared his throat and said loudly: "Dear gentlemen and ladies, good evening.

I'm sorry to bring you bad news. This dance party has come to an end. "

"Who is this psycho?" "Where is the security guard?" "What is Patrice doing?"...

Ignoring the whispers in the hall, Kahn continued: "Our respected Mr. Patrice Saint-Gali has stolen something from me and is not prepared to return it to me."

"So, I have no choice but to come and get it myself."

"In order to avoid accidental injury later, all dressed beasts, please leave as soon as possible."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kahn took out two MP5 submachine guns from under his black cloak, pointed them at the ceiling, and pulled the trigger.

'Da da da--! '

The moment the ear-piercing gunfire rang out, the crowd who had not taken it seriously immediately burst into screams.

No longer caring about the so-called social etiquette, they rushed to the door first.

There were only some bodyguards in black suits, walking against the flow of people in the crowd, surrounding Kahn from all directions.