The Days of Being King Elden in American Comics

Ghost felt his heartbeat almost stop.

He struggled: "I want to be loyal!"

Klein sneered, shook his head and said: "If it's not absolute loyalty, it's absolute disloyalty!"

The ghost's eyes widened and he hurriedly knelt down, "I am loyal and I am willing to give everything as long as you are willing to accept me!"

Forced by the situation, with more than a dozen blasters pointing at him, he had to kneel down and shout: "I am loyal!"

The corners of Klein's mouth, which was covered by a black mask, were slightly raised.

His hand still slowly raised and kept moving.

"Shh!"

"What!" Ghost thought that Klein still wanted to kill him, so he subconsciously shrank back.

I forgot to use teleportation.

A pale, illusory figure emerged from Klein's side.

The next second, the phantom ghost wearing a brimmed hat and a strange striped sweater flew out quickly, and stabbed towards the ghost's head with an iron-clawed hand.

"what!"

Ghost felt his body relax.

In an instant, Freddy's sharp claws had already scratched through his brain, like a shadow gently sweeping across his forehead.

"call...."

Freddy's sharp claws ignored the body, directly held the bomb in the palm of his hand, and took it out naturally.

The next second Freddy returned to Klein.

After he respectfully handed over the bomb, he disappeared.

"Ghost?" the ghost called to Freddy, which was a little funny.

But no one in the audience laughed.

The ghost's back was soaked with his own cold sweat.

"Let's make a bet to see if Stryker, who has more than half of his veteran employees dead, will jump over the wall and kill you in anger if you don't do anything?" Klein placed the bomb on one side of the unopened door. Beside the gate.

A few seconds later, another group of armed soldiers sent by Stryker arrived outside the main entrance.

After opening the door, they did not attack immediately.

Stryker's voice came through the speakers they carried.

"You are provoking the federal government. This is an unforgivable terrorist attack!" Stryker had a bad mouth.

Klein sneered.

"I only accept cash, gold, silver, jewelry and other rare items here." Klein said without logic.

"What? Say something else. You don't understand English, do you?"

Stryker was stunned. He was obviously talking about East, but this guy was talking about West.

"Huh?" Stryker saw the ghost in the house, "Why doesn't this guy take action?"

Stryker was a little angry, and he said urgently: "This damn bastard, after so many years of federal salary, and doing a lot of disgusting things in private, is he going to come back to me now?"

Without thinking much, Stryker pressed the button in his hand.

In an instant, the mini bomb placed next to the door exploded.

This power is not small, and a ball of high temperature is released instantly.

Melt a small hole directly through the thick alloy door.

"It seems I won." Klein looked back at the ghost, regardless of his expression.

In the next second, Klein didn’t need to say anything.

More than a dozen Dark Knights directly pulled the trigger.

"boom!!!!"

A harsh explosion sounded.

But the lack of screams made Klein realize something was wrong.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, the area covered by the fire was already covered by a semicircle of orange light.

"safety mask?"

A woman in her 30s stood inside the protective shield. She looked very relaxed.

Based on the movement of her raising her hand, Klein could determine that she was the mutant who cast the shield.

"what!"

A boy walked directly out of the protective shield.

Obviously, this protective shield can only go out but not in, and its defense is very strong.

After the boy opened his mouth, a sound wave became almost visible and spread out at extremely fast speeds, bombarding everyone.

More than a dozen dark knights were hit head-on by the sound wave, flying several meters backwards and hitting various places in the house.

Fortunately, the Adamantium metal has been removed, otherwise the molten metal would have been overturned, and the high temperature of thousands of degrees would have melted most of the standard suit.

And just as Klein raised his elbow to resist the sonic impact, the ability broker's men had arrived at the Cthulhu Resource Recovery Company again.

............

In a dark van, five people were sitting facing each other.

Among these five people were members of the Flag Smashers organization, as well as direct subordinates of the powerful broker.

One of the blond men said: "Now their company only has a little girl, a schizophrenic security guard with a disfigured face, and a few factory drivers who don't look like they can smile."

"Then how soon do we take action?" Carly from the Flag Smashers raised her head and asked.

"How about dusk? Dusk is a beautiful time. It's like the transition of life, just like the feeling of separation between life and death when I cut someone's neck with a scalpel!"

said the handsome doctor wearing glasses.

Carly was a little uneasy and asked, "Why do you have to hold on to this company and not let go?"

"A certain super-large organization in the Western Federation has secretly offered a price. The price is too tempting. Even if our two organizations share it equally, or even if each of us only gets [-]%, it will be enough to keep us happy for a lifetime. ." said a man in a suit with some bald hair and a calm temperament.

"They..." Carly was interrupted before she could finish her words.

"I can't say more about that organization, but what I can tell you is...this place may be related to some of their traditions. They must want this company and this land...

And this land is backed by the Wayne family, and we have no way to obtain it through judicial procedures. Those guys from the Wayne Group who are looking up to the sky will not be willing to discuss the transfer of this land.

And that big force is not willing to show up and talk to them about the affairs of this place, so these jobs fall into the hands of those of us who do the dirty work! "

Carly nodded.

This sounds reasonable.

I and others are just playing the role of mercenaries...

At this moment, in Gotham City of the Western Federation.

It was windy and rainy, and even in the afternoon, the weather was still terrifyingly gloomy.

The kerosene lamps in the old neighborhood kept swaying, making a harsh creaking sound, and swayed with the wind and rain, like strange bats hanging on the tree trunks.

Bruce Wayne, as usual, put on the Batsuit.

The rain did not treat him differently because of his identity, it still fell mercilessly on his cheeks.

"boom!"

A bolt of thunder lit up.

Batman looked behind him, which was a church.

With the light of thunder and lightning, it shines through the buildings in the distance and the special spire of the church.

The light of thunder and lightning reflected on the building and the church steeple, forming an "owl" light and shadow outside the old tobacco company building not far from where he was standing at the moment.

"Owl...I want to see how deep you can hide..."

Just when Batman sneaked into the old tobacco company building.

At the corner of the street, a man with glasses wearing a suit and a weird high hat walked out. He stood in the wind and rain and said with a smile: "Interesting riddle, this time Batman guessed it half a minute before me!"

He stared at Batman climbing up the wall and said with a smile: "I have prepared several riddles for you to solve. By the way... one of them is related to your brother!"