The Days of Being King Elden in American Comics

Beelzebub didn't expect Klein to have such strange means.

For such a long time, he had been closely monitoring Klein's whereabouts.

From when Klein went to Crystal Lake, to Elm Street, to when Klein started fighting in private, he was not only shocked but admired.

This guy is definitely not a good person. He is ruthless, decisive in killing, and has a deep plan.

All of his investments in these human industries are guaranteed to be profitable.

In addition to the smell of copper, this young man also had a lingering evil aura of blood.

If such a guy could go to hell, he would be a new god of death.

Beelzebub was not sure whether the rocket could hurt him. He waved his hand gently, and a strange black ripple spread out.

The surrounding space remains the same, but time slowly slows down.

"Ding!"

After a crisp knocking sound, everything except Klein and Melina paused.

At least in Klein's current perception, everything around them was suspended.

"This ability is pretty good! I like it so much. Can you teach me?" Klein said excitedly.

In this state, Beelzebub transformed into an elegant white-skinned man wearing a black suit.

"With your magic talent, I believe you can master this talent in a few months at most..."

Beelzebub said.

Klein looked around, stood in front of the window, and looked at the bustling New York.

Everything is frozen.

Klein stretched out his right index finger and tapped his chin, "Time and space skills are taboo. You are good at it, but it is absolutely impossible to directly suspend the entire space of New York... Are we in a different dimension? "

Beelzebub sneered and said:

"I can't hide it from you. This power has been brought into my pocket space by you. This is not New York anymore. It's just a reflection that still exists. New York is still where it originally was, but we are no longer in New York."

Melina was very surprised by this strange environment.

Her knowledge of magic is still limited to pyroxene, thunder and lightning, fire, gravity and other means. She didn't expect that someone could control time?

Beelzebub said to Klein: "If you join Hell and become the right-hand man of the great Hell Lord, these forbidden magics and countless resources will be yours!!"

Klein didn't hesitate at all. He said directly: "No, I have no interest in your camp. I am just an entrepreneur who makes money with peace of mind..."

"Ha..." Beelzebub chuckled, as if he thought of something, he suddenly made a gentleman's salute.

"It seems that Mr. Klein, you still have a lot of important things to do, so I won't interrupt you. This proposal is valid at any time, but there is one thing I want to tell you... The Lord of Hell is very thirsty for talents, but sometimes his behavior is quite extreme. ..."

After saying this, Beelzebub disappeared.

The surrounding space was also squirming, and then the space returned to normal.

However, Melina still felt a little dizzy, and it was obvious that she was very uncomfortable entering that space.

The moment after leaving this space, Melina looked at the wall clock and checked the time.

"Tick tock...tick tock...tick tock!"

The hands start to turn.

"Time has also been suspended. This space has achieved the effect of stopping time to a certain extent."

Just as Klein was recalling the situation just now.

A quick knock on the door brought his mind back to reality.

"Mr. Klein, are you there?" Zhao Hailun's clear voice came from outside the door.

"what's up?"

After the door opened, Helen Zhao entered the house. She was a little nervous and said to Klein: "God, it's great to have you back!"

Klein basically didn't rest in this apartment. He was running around like crazy recently, either robbing Edman or beating up vibranium dealers.

Helen Zhao couldn't contact him on her cell phone, so when she returned to the apartment downstairs today, the security staff informed her that Klein had returned to the apartment.

Then she hurriedly went to the top floor to find Klein.

"The Osborne Group and I have recently been studying 'printed repair technology', which can use super fiber repair fluid to directly repair small wounds. Even if a fist-sized hole is punched through the human body, the repair technology can help Next, it will be restored soon.”

"If you didn't mention this, I would have forgotten that I also supported your printing medical treatment..."

Helen Zhao nodded, "Mr. Norman is also very busy recently. The researchers under him and I have been working hard on the work here. There is something I wanted to report to him, but I couldn't contact him."

"Just tell me, what happened?"

Zhao Hailun was in such a hurry that he was obviously in trouble.

"It's those gangsters, to be precise...not just gangsters, but also those gangsters! They may have gotten some information about the research, and someone came to sabotage my research.

Don't beat a researcher on his way home, his arms and legs are broken.There are also several researchers whose homes have been broken open!There must be those gangsters behind this! "

In the Federation, gangsters and gangsters don't mix.

Most of the gangsters are mixed blood of other races. The production environment was not good since they were young. In addition, they are immersed in the community culture and gradually go astray.

He is engaged in robbery, murder and arson, and is a loyal lover of white powder.

Most of them are infected with various diseases.

Gangsters are the name for those big families. Most of them monopolize some industries in the city, such as car repairs, theft organizations, large-scale drug manufacturing and sales, smelting, leasing...

Wearing suits and ties, wearing expensive watches, and driving luxury cars.

But when it comes to danger, it's definitely these gangsters.

If you are not careful, your home will burst into flames for no apparent reason.

These gangsters often rely on these gangsters, who are their maggots and minions.

Different from the complicated situation in Gotham, today's New York has completed its merger under Kingpin's rule.

"I heard that Kingpin has annexed the major gangs, and those big families also obey his orders..." Zhao Hailun said.

"This is a superficial phenomenon. He has just completed the merger. The remnants of other hostile gangs will fight back, and his rebellious gangsters will also cause trouble... But we can't find who is interfering with your research."

"What should I do?"

Helen Zhao was a little anxious.

At this moment, Klein carefully looked at Zhao Helen's whole body.

She must have just come out of get off work from the institute. She was wearing a close-fitting brown mid-collar sweater, with a proud chest, a graceful waist, and a knee-length skirt with a slight slit on one side.

Koreans rarely wear bare feet when wearing skirts, especially in this cold weather.Most of them will be paired with a pair of pantyhose.

But the weather is not that cold at this time. Zhao Hailun wears a pair of shredded meat and looks like she has a special intellectual charm.

She was breathing heavily and her chest was heaving. Klein clicked his tongue and adjusted his breathing:

"I'm really busy with other things recently and my energy is limited, so... I'll help you solve the trouble you encounter right away..."