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The ruins of the building were now in ruins. Han Sen's domineering attitude of crushing Caesar just now was gone. He was jumping up and down like a bug.Pinshu.com (..) There was nothing he could do about it. Just now, his consciousness was separated from his body. He was basically watching himself torture Caesar from a third-person perspective. When he could control his body, he felt that all the bones in his body must have been... After interrupting and regrouping, the pain exploded.

After a while of massage, the pain in his body subsided, and Han Sen took stock of his form.The exoskeleton armor formed by the black material on the body is very close to the body, does not feel heavy, and is very light.The wings on his back also feel no weight, as if they were originally inside his body, but now they are just stretched out, and he can control them easily. "It's not bad. In this form, you can change the outfit with just one click. What should I do with my face?" Han Sen muttered, looking at his face in front of a piece of broken glass.

The armor he wore responded to Han Sen's words. The black substance extended towards his face. After a while, a black mask covered the head, except for the pair of golden pupils that were still shining in the dark night.Somewhat dumbfounded, he put on the mask in silence, then flapped his wings and flew high into the sky, searching for Vic Falcone who had left. As for Blade and Spider, Han Sen knew that with their skills, it would be easy to escape. Yes, it is better to kill that Vic than to do this.

The remarks he made in the mansion really made him sick. If he were to be killed, the whole Brooklyn would be in chaos. If not, he would be able to use this to make him sick all the time.This made him very unhappy. He was frightened by Vic's words at first, but after the battle with Caesar, Han Sen's brain became clearer than ever before, and he decided to use another way to solve this problem.

He flapped his wings and patrolled the Brooklyn night sky. His senses became more sensitive in this dragon-like state, and his sense of smell, hearing, and vision became sharper before.He can identify the smell of people and animals in the air, and his hearing is like a radar that radiates outward from his center, picking up sounds within a hundred meters.He quickly set his sights on a black Mercedes-Benz sedan, a sedan that was about to leave Brooklyn. The person he was looking for was there.

Vic sat in the back seat of the car and listened to the music playing on the car stereo, "Hungarian Dance No. [-]", his favorite song. Every time he used the power of his own hands, opponents who thought he was strong could do nothing to him. , he would play this song.What about superheroes?It's not like I didn't dare to do anything to him and let me go, watching them entertain him on stage like a bunch of clowns.

I drank the priceless cup of cognac in one gulp without any aftertaste.He doesn't know how to taste wine, and he doesn't understand the so-called three tastes of wine. He just likes to drink expensive wine because it is a taste of power, the power of being an agent of the Falcone family.While Vic was savoring this so-called power and power, Han Sen had already landed on top of him.

Hiss!Accompanied by an unpleasant screeching sound, the hood above Vic's head was torn open by a pair of sharp claws. Vic, who had the sunroof opened, was stunned when he looked at the monster in black armor with wings and a pair of golden eyes above his head.Han Sen didn't care so much, he grabbed Vic's neck and flew into the air.

A series of actions made Vic unable to react. Before he could figure out who the other party was, he was hung in the air. In this case, as long as the other party loosened his grip, he, as an ordinary person, would be turned into pieces. All power and power have become bullshit.

"Hoo! Hoo! It seems that Caesar has failed. Are you going to attack me? Have you thought about it?" Although he was at high altitude, Vic still understood who was in front of him. Who else could follow him besides the evil ghost in black? It just happened to be a feud.It's just that he thought he had mastered the pulse of these so-called superheroes, so he re-emphasized the threat in the villa just now, but his trembling feet betrayed his mood at the moment.

Han Sen quietly looked at Vic, who was a little pale because of the high altitude, and couldn't help but feel a little funny. He was actually frightened by such a hot chick just now. "You're right. If you kill the Falcone family, there will still be other gangsters who want to take over, and the whole Brooklyn will be in chaos. But if we let you go, won't our work today be in vain? So I thought good idea."

Han Sen's voice became thick, deep, and lifeless after being reverberated by the mask, and reached Vic's ears. He could feel the violence hidden in this voice, which made him feel bad. "So what do you want? Catch me to negotiate with the Falcone family?" This is the most desperate solution Vic can think of.

"No, I just need your Falcone family to make the gangs in Brooklyn more afraid." Vic saw the violence and cruelty in Hansen's golden eyes. He couldn't imagine what would happen to him next. If you want to struggle, even if you fall to death, the torture you may suffer next will be better.It was a good idea, but he couldn't do it. Han Sen raised him high above his head and flew him in another direction, which was the direction where the little spider was yelled to be killed.

Peter stopped at a building with some breathlessness, dodging the ricochet that occasionally jumped to the wall.He really succumbed to the gangsters below, chasing him from ten o'clock in the evening to midnight, a full two hours.When did the New York gangsters become so united?Peter said he couldn't understand that the one on his side was the most relaxed and did nothing but attract firepower. He was more worried about his friend's side now.

He was thinking here that the gangsters below were also suffering. Although he didn't know why Spider-Man went crazy tonight and beat up his boss when they met, and more than one gang boss was beaten.Basically, all the respectable people in Brooklyn were beaten to death, and their subordinates had no choice but to chase them. In fact, when they were almost done chasing, they wanted to retreat. They couldn't climb the wall, so they just found a building to hide in. Who knows? Where to find it.

However, Spider-Man ran for a while, stopped for a while, and fired the map cannon to taunt him throughout the process. The boss who was monitoring the stronghold was naturally furious, and directly issued a death order to kill him. He was already preparing to issue a fatwa.But when someone wears a mask, you don't know who they are. It's basically Spider-Man sneaking around in front of a group of people below, panting on the front and suffering from the bottom.

Peter took advantage of the gap to rest, and the spider sense in his body began to warn, a warning from the sky.Just when he looked up, he saw a well-dressed guy being thrown in front of him, and another guy in black armor and wings. "Evil ghost?" Peter looked at the familiar pair of golden eyes in the mask and asked, "It's me, Spider-Man." The familiar voice made the little spider put down his guard, and then he began to be nice to Han Sen in front of him.

"Wow! Man, is this your new ability? It's so cool. It also has a transformation. Who is this guy? That guy from Falcone?" A series of questions almost made Han Sen under the mask almost break the skill. It seems that the little spider's mouth cannon skill is a bug skill that completely ignores the opponent's defense. "Shut up. This guy is Falcone's agent. Leave the rest to me. Don't look at it."

After briefly speaking to Peter, Han Sen jumped off the roof with Vic, who was like a dead dog, with his wings spread out. He was dressed in black armor and black wings with captivating golden eyes. In the eyes of the guys below, they looked like A demon that devours the world.

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