Mixed in Marvel's stand-in messenger

"Joyce Joestar, did you ever think you would be where you are today?"

He felt familiar just now, and the woman in red spoke coldly to him, her tone full of ridicule.

"Who are you?"

Joyce narrowed his eyes when he saw this group of people.

He didn't take action immediately. He was not in peak condition now, so he had to be more cautious.

Although he has become more comfortable using Ripple recently, he feels threatened by some of these people.

"Who are we? You should ask yourself, what have we done?"

The woman in red had a cold face, and she looked at Joyce with a look that made her want to be cut into pieces.

Joyce was stunned for a moment, he really didn't know what was going on.

He looked carefully at her face again.

The more I look at it, the more familiar it looks…

Hammer?

After Justin Hammer died, her daughter Justin Hammer inherited the company and carried out drastic reforms.

The person in the report is the woman in front of me.

Am I related to you?

"Don't you still have some idea of ​​what you're going to do?"

?

Before Joyce could answer, Justine waved her hand.

Six or seven people immediately surrounded him and attacked Joyce.

The first person to approach him was a man dressed in a suit, a top hat on his head, and large sunglasses on his face.

From the very beginning, he wanted to engage in close combat with him, and wanted to give Joyce a decisive blow.

But before he could get close enough for a close blow, Joey punched him in the stomach.

His body flew up directly, hit a big tree, and then hit the ground heavily.

Before Joyce could retract his arm, a man holding a rope wrapped around Joyce's arm.

Then a man in a tight suit quickly stepped forward and tried to trap him.

But Joyce remained unmoved and grabbed the rope with one hand to resist the opponent's pulling force.

Half a step forward, a knee directly hit the lower abdomen of the man in tights, knocking him backwards until he vomited blood.

"Marston!"

In the blink of an eye, two people were knocked to the ground, and the other people were shocked.

The person on the other end of the rope held on tightly and did not dare to let go.

At this time, a strong man in yellow roared and rushed towards Joyce.

Still two meters away, his legs jumped up and fell from the sky.

He seemed to be preparing to press Joyce's head with his palms and pin him to the ground.

Joyce's eyes showed no wavering.

He took two steps back, pumped up his arm muscles, and pulled hard. The strength of the man holding the rope was not something he was afraid of.

Unable to withstand Joyce's strength, the rope man was pulled and flew towards Joyce.

Then Joyce tore off his arm abruptly, threw the rope towards the strong man in yellow, and wrapped it around his upper body.

A series of actions in one go.

Just when he was about to pounce on him, Joyce turned around and jumped up with a roundhouse kick that contained ripples.

Unstoppable, the strong man in yellow was kicked in the shoulder.

After hearing a sound of bones breaking, he also flew out.

In order to prevent Joyce from breaking free, the rope man had already wrapped the other end around his waist.

Before he even landed, he was carried away by the man in yellow and flew far away.

Just when Joyce was about to step forward and continue to hit the target.

A mecha about four meters tall made a mechanical turning sound on its shoulders.

"boom!"

A shell flew towards him.

"Damn!"

Joyce cursed secretly and backed away hastily.

The shell seemed to be able to track the target.

After grazing Joyce's shoulder, he turned around and attacked him again.

Joyce's ripples, which are temporarily unable to be avoided, move at extremely high speeds.

A cold breath came out of his hands, and when the cannonball was about to touch him, he grabbed it with both hands and injected ripples.

In an instant it was covered with hoarfrost, and the shells went out.

There was a cold sweat in his heart. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, otherwise he would definitely be hit by the cannonball.

At this moment, the fists of the short-haired man with two hammers in his hands roared towards him.

Joyce raised the cannonball and threw it at him.

At the same time, he quickly retreated to dodge, and at the same time stretched out his right hand to grab the wrist of the other hat man who was making a sneak attack from behind, and then pulled hard.

The hat man's body was thrown into the air, and the dagger in his hand fell to the ground.

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, the man in the hat threw the hammer, but he nimbly dodged it.

The man in the hat without a backrest fell to the ground, smashed to pieces, and his whole body was in pain.

Several other people cooperated with the hammer man's attack and attacked Joyce.

Joyce was as quick as lightning.

The offensive continued unabated, and these people fell to the ground one after another while moving around.

"Is this the person you recruited? Enforcer? How can he be so weak?"

Craven turned to look at Justin and mocked her regardless of her livid face.

It wasn't that Justine didn't want them all to beat up Joyce.

But each of these people is more proud than the other, and it is really difficult for them to really besiege one person together.

She also didn't expect the six enforcers to be such useless people. They still looked capable when they were recruited.

In a moment, Panacea, Manniu, Montana, and Marston fell.

The only remaining Hammer Harrison and Forswell are probably not much stronger.

And it is impossible for him to take action himself.

After getting rid of Joyce, he would have to find an opportunity to kill the remaining survivors.

This shows the disadvantage of many villains working together. They are not confident about handing over their back to others.

Thinking of this, Justine could only direct her younger brother to attack.

"Scarecrow, Tombstone, you two come together and help Detroit Steel."

Although her voice was not loud, Joyce, with her keen eyes and ears, still heard her.

It seems that the mecha in front of me is Detroit Steel.

The rotating cannons on his arms continued to shoot at Joyce.

"Da da da da!"

A series of dense gunshots resounded throughout the sky.

The rotating cannon in the hands of Detroit Steel fired wildly in the direction of Joyce.

But Joyce was like a ghost, easily dodging the cannon's fire.

Under heavy firepower, other personnel did not dare to step forward for fear of being hit.

Then he appeared next to the mecha, his right leg was covered with a layer of ripples, and he suddenly kicked on his chest.

With a muffled sound, the mecha's chest sank directly.

The attack power of this kick was even stronger than that of Detroit Steel, and the entire fuselage moved backwards.

Joyce was not fond of fighting, he killed one after another, and there were still a group of people around him who were watching eagerly.

At this time, the man known as the Scarecrow, holding a steel fork and a hood, picked up a weapon and rushed towards him.

On the other side, a tombstone more than two meters tall, with pale hair and skin, also clenched his fist and attacked.

Joyce didn't know the difference between the two of them. Compared to the Scarecrow, the one named Tombstone seemed more difficult to mess with.

It's just a little stronger than the Scarecrow, so it shouldn't pose much of a threat.