Is this Marvel world a bit weird?

"Not here?"

Ling Zhan came to the painter's new residence. He first pretended to walk around it, again and again.

Only when he felt that the security guard was beginning to suspect him did he leave and hide in a nearby store.

"There is indeed nothing strange, and there is no smell of Hora!" This was the news that Zaruba had heard before.

"Am I wrong again?" Ling Zhan was puzzled and scratched his head.

"That's not right. Is there anyone in the room?" Ling Zhan brought Zaruba close to his ear.

"no!"

"No... where would he go then?"

Ling Zhan didn't believe this. He couldn't just let it go without confirming it with his own eyes. Anyway, he was already here.

late at night.

Ling Zhan once again used his magic skill of staying up late. He took advantage of the time when the security guards were a little sleepy and not focused enough.

With the help of the electronic interference magnetic field obtained from the system store, once again, I crawled into someone else's home!

"No."

"No."

"No."

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After a while of searching, he said, "Hmm? This is..."

Ling Zhan saw a painting.

No! Two.

"Isn't this the master of painting from three years ago till now?"

Ling Zhan could only tell that the person in the painting looked the same.

It was so powerful that even Ling Zhan almost thought there was a person trapped in the painting.

And another painting...

The painting is familiar, "Violin in the Moonlight"!

"You actually ran to him!"

Ling Zhan was a little confused. He remembered that the painting was taken away by the police, but now it appeared in the painter's new home.

There are only two possibilities:

1. He became famous that day, and his paintings were sold at a high price that day. He used his connections and money to buy the painting.

2. He stole it!

According to the two inferences, if it is the second one, that he stole it personally, then it can only mean that there is something wrong with him!

"The first one...but I like to think of things as badly as possible. He is Hola."

Three years! It is impossible to improve your painting skills by leaps and bounds and practice some other aspects in three years!

There is only one explanation, he is not an ordinary person.

Now Ling Zhan has reason to suspect him, either Hola or those genetic mutants behind him.

"Ling Zhan, there's a smell in the studio over there!"

Zaruba seemed to smell something, and under Zaruba's guidance, Ling Zhan walked towards the studio.

"There is a scent fluctuation of Hora, which will not dissipate soon!"

"It's confirmed. Fortunately, I didn't give up."

“It’s a painting!”

"painting?"

“There’s something strange about the painting.”

"Draw...the way Hola eats..." Ling Zhan thought.

"Who are you!"

The painter is back.

Ling Zhan turned his head and looked over. The color of the other person's pupils was green, a very bright green.

Ling Zhan was about to take action directly (he wore a mask only after sneaking in).

"Dengdengdeng..."

"The security is here, go, kid!"

Ling Zhan had no choice but to give up, turned around, broke the glass window and jumped out.

"Are you okay, sir?"

"It's okay..." The painter stood at the window. He could see nothing below.

After sending the security guard away, the painter ran to his room and searched out the two paintings.

"Fortunately, nothing's wrong, hahahahahahahaha..."

The painter held the two paintings and laughed happily.

"Damn it, why do things always go wrong!"

Ling Zhan was once again forced to grab the window sill on the first floor with both hands and hang there.

Fortunately, the edges of the painter's new home were quite large, enough to cover Ling Zhan's body.

Today's action failed!

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the next day.

Ling Zhan was absent-mindedly managing the restaurant, thinking about what to do next.

"Hey! Boy, what are you thinking about?"

Natasha patted Ling Zhan on the back.

Ling Zhan fluttered.

"I...recently read a mystery novel. The protagonist suspected that someone was a suspect, but it was just a hunch. He also secretly found two things in the suspect's home that were enough to arouse suspicion, but they were not evidence... Do you think he would be firm in his suspicion?"

"Oh, then why would he be so thoroughly doubtful and certain through those two things?"

"Because one of the two items is related to the previous case. The suspect got it from the police station, but it is impossible for the suspect to get it; the other item is related to the suspect's opponent."

Ling Zhan paused and continued, "But even if others saw those things, they wouldn't make the connection. It's a pity that the author hasn't updated it yet. Sigh!"

"I see. If it were you, I'd say we must be firm. Now that we've confirmed it, we should continue investigating and find enough evidence to convict the suspect."

"I see!"

"I say, young boss, don't get too deeply involved in novels. They are just illusions after all."

“Understood!”

Ling Zhan knew that enough was enough.

"By the way, little boss, don't you think something is strange around here recently?"

"Ah! Ah... Really? Could it be that you are mistaken?"

"is it?"

"It should be. If I really have to consider one thing, it might be because it's close to Hell's Kitchen!"

"Maybe," Natasha, as a Level 8 agent, naturally knew about Hell's Kitchen.

Because she was blocked by a few thugs for a while last night, she felt that she might not be able to find "Ling Zhan", so she gave up.

Ling Zhan left very late last night, so maybe he noticed something.

Unfortunately, Ling Zhan played dumb to cover it up.

To be honest, she had no goals and was somewhat suspicious of the mediocre boss in front of her.

"Will it arouse her suspicion?"

Ling Zhan always felt that he had to get Black Widow away from him, so he had to hold on until "Iron Man 2".

"Too dangerous."

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Manhattan.

New York, like I said, is a city that never sleeps.

Especially Manhattan!

A dance hall in the basement.

There's a party going on here, with handsome men and beautiful women, dancing all kinds of dances.

When a man and a woman arrived, the party reached its climax!

A slightly fat white man appeared. He looked at the last two people who arrived and grinned.

"Clap clap..."

He clapped his hands several times, and 80% of the people stopped, except for 20% who were a little confused but had to stop.

"The climax of the party begins now!"

The 80% of people applauded very loudly, and the 20% could hardly bear it.

Then, the 80% of people all looked at the 20% of people and surrounded them.

"Hahahahaha..."

Everyone let out low laughter, which, combined with the almost pitch-black space, gave people a gloomy feeling.

"Roar!"……

When one sound arises, all sounds arise.

A white man bared his fangs and bit a white man in the 20%.

"Puff," the teeth easily entered the skin of the white man's neck.

"Ah..." The white man screamed and blood gushed out wildly.

With a precedent, people flocked to it.

One person after another was bitten, and in an instant, the basement was filled with wailing.

Turn on the sprinkler above your head!

What spurted out was blood!

Vampires, smear blood on their faces and necks...

That's what they are, party hard!

"boom!"

"what…………"

With a gunshot, a vampire turned into ashes like burning paper.

A man and a woman survived the incident;

He is of burly build, with a machete on his back, a flying knife on his waist, two guns tied to his legs, and a shotgun in his hand.

A black man in a leather jacket and sunglasses!

"You are playing with your lives," the black man said.

“Bang!” “Bang!” “Bang!”…………

One shot, two shots, three or four shots. One, two, three or four.

Silver garlic is paired with weapons, and the vampires are all afraid of it.

The black man was like a god of war, killing anyone he saw. The vampires began to flee in fear, but none of them could escape.

"what!"

The black man heard the sound and did a spinning kick, sending the fat man flying.

He leaped to the end and walked in front of the fat white man.

"Tell me where Frost is."

"*******..."

"Honestly, I'm tired of chopping you, which means... I'm not interested anymore. Let's try something new today."

The black man took out a palm-wide cylinder, clicked the red button on top, held both sides of the man's mouth with his right hand, and threw it in.

"what……"

The fat white man was burning and the pain made him unable to move.

The black man was just thinking of looking around to see if there were any fish that had slipped through his net.

"Put your hands up, or I won't guarantee that your head will remain on your body."

The voice seemed to have gone through many vicissitudes of life, yet it was firm and powerful.

"you are human!"

"Of course I am, a hunter!"

"It's not ordinary people who are here."

"Yes, killers, gangsters, certainly not ordinary people."

"I think our goals are different," the black man realized that the person behind him was not from the blood clan.

"Oh, are you trying to buy your life with information about the bad guys here?"

"There are only vampires here!"

"Roar!"

"Oh!"

A figure was knocked back by a shotgun blast.

The man slowly raised his head, his face was pale and his eyes were scarlet.

The man rushed towards the man again, regardless of the intestines flowing out of his stomach.

"Shit, this is a monster," the man calmly took out a grenade.

"Oh!"

The man was blown away, but got up again.

"Swish!" A dart flew past the man's face.

"Hey..."

"what……"

Hit right in the head, the man turned to ashes.

"I said, there are no normal people here," the black man looked at the man coolly.

"how about you!"

The man didn't feel much of a stir, at most he was shocked.

"They call me, 'Daywalker', so you can just call me..." Daywalker turned around and shot the burning fat man, getting to know him.

"Blade!"

"My name is Punisher, I fight against evil!"

Both of them had the same dead fish eyes, facing each other, but Blade was wearing sunglasses.

"time to go."

"Yes, the police are here."

They heard many footsteps not far away.

The two of them left the scene at the same time through two pipes.

The police arrived and a group of people cleaned up the scene.

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same time.

Ling Zhan came to a sparsely populated area in Manhattan.

Inspired by Black Widow's words, he thought about it again.

It is necessary to avoid being discovered in the crime area and to perfectly handle the traces.

No Man's Land was the perfect choice, it was the first place she had come to.

What worries Ling Zhan is that the worlds have merged, but there is no one in the Foreign Dog Institute in New York.

If there is a wizard, he won't have to use the process of elimination!

He walked in it, and the dark environment was undoubtedly dangerous.

"Hora..."

Before Zaruba could finish his words, dark shadows rushed towards him from all directions.

"Shhhhh..."

Ling Zhan was shocked when he heard the noise, there were so many low-level Horas.

Five or six would be fine, but judging from the sound, there must be more than ten!

Ling Zhan put on the Yalang Armor without hesitation, and the golden light instantly illuminated the surroundings.

At the moment when Hora was about to pounce, the soul steel sword in his hand ignited with green flames, and as Ling Zhan spun on the spot, a green hollow fire circle spread from the inside to the outside.

“Chichichichi…”

Ling Zhan rushed out immediately and killed Hola.

The intersection of green and gold becomes gorgeous neon lights in the darkness.

20s.

Hola, destroy them all!

"Why are there so many Horas here?" Ling Zhan put away his armor.

He then started investigating this area.

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