Marvel anti-heroes starting with Tarot

A thin figure in black and white fell from the sky and landed on the roof of a tall building nearby.

She had already seen what happened in the alley from the air.

Even at night, her eyes are like telescopes and night vision goggles, and she can easily see the scene in the dim alley.

Several guys who didn't look like good guys at first glance surrounded a guy who didn't look like... a good guy either.

What plot will happen next has even begun to be arranged in her mind.

That poor Oriental, he will be beaten...

Walter Zefak?

In the alley, the white-haired Ajie waved the fallen dagger in the newspaper and began to attack several strong men with the most severe wounds but the lowest actual damage.

With a wave of his hand, a long gash was instantly opened on the arm of the person in front of him, from shoulder to wrist.

On both sides of the opening, the muscles rolled out, and the blood instantly dyed the man's sleeves red, and the pain made him scream involuntarily.

But shouting and shouting hurt, but this wound was not enough to affect his next actions. Instead, it made him braver.

Soon, the same wounds appeared on several other people.

Not one, but countless.

As the white-haired Ajie's arms flew up and down, in just a moment, several people had turned into bloody gourds, their bodies covered with wounds, and the ground was covered with blood.

Several people became a little excited because of pain and fear. With the idea of ​​having a backrest before death, they attacked the white-haired Ajie crazily.

But soon, the energy passed.

Excessive blood loss made their bodies weak, and they could not even stay standing and fell to the ground one after another.

The white-haired Ajie kicked up the newspaper and wiped off the blood on the dagger in his hand, with a villain-like evil smile on his face.

"It seems that in the end, you are the garbage, but unlike you, I will not sweep you into the garbage dump. I will let you rot here silently like real garbage."

"Isn't it a little bad to do this?"

A woman's voice appeared behind him. The white-haired Ajie turned around and saw a woman wearing a black and white pullover with a spider web-like pattern embroidered on it.

"No matter what they did, killing someone is always wrong."

The white-haired Ajie snorted, "Who are you?"

"I?"

The masked woman behind him coughed and introduced herself somewhat formally, "I am Ghost Spider, the hero who protects this city. Yes, that's right, that's it."

The white-haired Ajie nodded, "Ghost spider, right? What do you mean by what you just said? Do you want to teach me how to do things?"

Ghost Spider quickly waved his hand, "No, I just think that what you are doing is not right. Even if they are bad people, you cannot punish them in the same way as bad people. It is wrong to use violence to fight violence."

"You can punish them, but you can't kill them. That's not what a hero should do."

"Yes," white-haired Ajie smiled, "This is indeed not what a hero should do, but when did I say I was a hero?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly waved his arm, and the dagger in his hand was about to come out and shoot towards the bald man at his feet.

The strong man on the ground was pretending to be dead, but the miserable state of the others forced him to pretend.

But now he screamed, because pretending to be dead was about to turn into real death.

At this moment, a white light flashed through.

Whoosh!

Spider silk flew over and wrapped around the hand where the white-haired Ajie dropped the dagger.

"Sir, I told you, you can't kill anyone!"

The ghost spider grabbed the thread, its voice trembling with anger.

The white-haired Ajie did not reply, but used his hand to wave downward again.

The ghost spider was very angry when he saw this, and was ready to pull the white-haired Ajie away by pulling the silk on his hand.

However, at this moment, her body trembled violently, and a sense of crisis suddenly came over her.

"Danger...X5!"

It was too late to pull on the spider silk in his hand, and the ghost spider hurriedly hid to the side.

At the same time, a figure suddenly rushed over from the side, and one foot fell from the sky, almost grazing the ghost spider's body, and hit the ground in front of her hard.

"what!"

The screams of the bald man rang out under the night sky and then stopped suddenly, finally becoming silent.

When a second person with great strength and speed appeared, and was obviously in the same group as the white-haired Ajie, Ghost Spider knew that he might have been played.

That white-haired Ajie was not a victim from the beginning, let alone a hero, but a bait.

This is a game, a game to catch her.

Because, after the second man appeared and missed a single hit, the white-haired Ajie also pulled out the dagger from the bald man and walked up with the corner of his mouth curled up.

The two are clearly together and preparing to lay siege to the Ghost Spider.

Ghost Spider could tell that these two people were very skilled, much better than the minions she had captured before.

Apart from anything else, white-haired Ajie beat up five gangsters like a kindergartener.

And this new guy, looking at his fierce expression, knew that he was stronger than the white-haired Ajie.

The ghost spider is ready to run away.

She is just a hero out of interest, and has never realized that with great power comes great responsibility.

She said before that the white-haired Ajie should not kill people, but it was just because of her consistent understanding of the word hero.

In fact, if she was asked to kill someone herself, she would definitely not be willing to do it, as it would be too dirty.

But these gangsters who were accustomed to killing people and selling goods were killed here, and they died.

She had already done her duty by stopping them before. If she couldn't stop them, she wouldn't think of taking revenge on them.

After seeing through the intentions of the white-haired Ajie and the new guy with a fierce face, the ghost spider turned around and prepared to leave.

Only then did she realize that there was someone else behind her.

This man was standing on a high place with his arms folded across his chest. He looked like the martial arts master who flew on bamboo in that Oscar-winning foreign language film a few years ago.

"Sure enough, you came prepared and are just waiting for me here?"

The ghost spider moved its fingers and its heartbeat began to speed up.

Not scared, but excited.

Although Ghost Spider is a girl, only 17 years old this year, this girl is not a well-behaved study committee member.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have stayed home in the middle of the night and wandered around the city on a swing on a spider's silk.

Therefore, when he found that he was being targeted and entered a game prepared for himself, a smile appeared on the face under the ghost spider mask.

"In that case, let's have some fun!"