Marvel's Antiheroes

Duke's target is not the dragon's fangs.

Although he is considered to be very skilled among the police, relying on his strong physique acquired through unremitting training and the combat skills gained from practicing martial arts since childhood, he once fought a duel with a retired policeman from the Delta and won.

And his current physique has been slightly strengthened, and he is three points stronger than before.

But there will be at least three to five hundred people in the Demon Dragon Fang, and most of them are desperadoes, or desperadoes with firearms.

Especially the dozens of Franco gang elites stationed at the Demonic Dragon Fang, who claim to have a human life on every hand, and they are all guys who kill without batting an eyelid.

In the dozens of large and small buildings around the Demon Dragon Fang, there are also hundreds of members of the Franco Gang walking around, as well as their family members and relatives.

When the dragon's fangs are attacked. They are the scariest.

No one knows which window will fire the bullet into the attacker's back.

Even any aunt, child or grandmother would pull out a gun and attack the intruder.

In the words of Duke's old partner Walker, Brooklyn's evil cannot be eradicated unless the entire eastern part of Brooklyn is wiped out with a large-yield bomb.

Duke's hunting ground is the area outside the dragon's fangs.

Slowly walking through the shadows, Duke was looking for his target while feeling the place where crime breeds.

If Brooklyn is compared to this steel jungle, then this is undoubtedly a small swamp in the jungle, filled with the stench of decay.

Several grotesquely modified locomotives roared over from a distance, and their headlights illuminated the area where Duke was.

He shrank his body into the shadow of the corner, lowering his head and not looking at the violent motorcycle gangs.

They were not Duke's targets.

Although the motorcycle gangs that are all over the United States are not good things, they are violent and aggressive, and sometimes I hear that some motorcycle gangs have committed crimes.

But in general, motorcycle gangs should be classified as an American street culture, similar to hip-hop culture, rather than a criminal organization or criminals.

Therefore, the vast majority of members of the motorcycle gang are not worthy of death.

Not only the bikers, but also the guys in the cars coming and going were not his targets.

His target is the Franco gang members who live near the dragon's fangs.

After the motorcycle gang passed by, Duke climbed to the top of a three-story building, took out a miniature military telescope, and looked for his target.

After waiting for less than ten minutes, Duke saw three people emerging from the dragon's fangs and staggering towards this side.

He increased the magnification of the telescope and saw the tattoos on the backs of the hands of the three people under the light of the street lights at the entrance of the nightclub.

It is a plant that is widely distributed in Mexico, called agave.

Tequila, Mexico’s national drink, is made from this plant.

But unlike the dark green agaves, these tattoos are red.

"The Bloody Agave," Duke said softly, "Only the official members of the Franco Gang are eligible to get the Bloody Agave tattoo. The target is you."

He looked at the direction the three of them were traveling for a while, then climbed down from the roof and came to another alley.

At the end of the alley, Duke met the three of them.

He stooped, put his hands in his trouser pockets, trembling slightly, looking like a drug addict, and asked the three of them: "Hey, buddy, do you have any fans?"

The bald man among the three glanced at Duke, and then his eyes fell on Wan Guo Da Fei, whose left wrist was deliberately exposed, revealing a hint of greed.

He took out a small transparent plastic bag containing white powder from his pocket and said with a smile: "Of course I have powder, but you have money."

Duke shook his head and took out a crumpled Franklin.

"If you want this packet of powder, one piece is not enough." The bald man tugged at the corner of his mouth and shook his head.

Duke trembled violently and said, "I, I, I only want one hundred dollars."

The bald man stretched out his hand and rubbed his forehead, which was covered with agave sword leaves, and replied: "I'm not doing retail sales. It doesn't matter if you don't have enough money. Just add your watch."

This guy is quite calculating.

The price of a piece of IWC is more than 10,000 US dollars, and its value retention rate is very high. Even a second-hand one can be sold for about 10,000 US dollars.

But his greed was what Duke had expected.

Deliberately shaking his wrist to cover the watch, Duke continued shaking and walking towards the roadside: "Then I don't want it anymore. I'm going to buy something from the Dragon Fang."

The bald man smiled evilly and winked at the two men, and the three of them dispersed and surrounded them.

"Are you kidding me? Do you know what will happen to those who trick Franco's gang?"

Duke clasped his hands on his chest, looking a little hurt, and retracted his body into the shadow of the corner of the house, leaning against the wall with a look of despair on his face.

The three Franco gang members surrounded him from three sides.

A guy with the iconic Mexican mustache punched Duke directly.

Another gang member wearing a cowboy hat kicked Duke in the thigh.

The bald head cracked his neck, twisted his shoulders, and said in a ferocious voice: "Now I want you to know what will happen if you play tricks on me."

Duke shrank his body to avoid Herringbone's fist, and then tensed the muscles in his thighs. He received the kick from the cowboy hat, and was kicked so hard that he fell into Herringbone's arms.

It seemed like he was stumbling, but Duke's body was actually completely under his control.

The moment he bumped into Herringbone, Duke turned his right hand, pulled out a black matte military thorn and stabbed it into Herringbone's abdomen, and stirred it hard.

This stir is a sure kill.

Herringbone's internal organs were smashed to pieces by the sharp military spines, causing massive bleeding that could make him incapacitated immediately and die within three minutes.

The ferocious smile on the herringbone face froze instantly, and the greed in his eyes dissipated instantly. His body softened and slid towards the ground.

Duke turned his wrist and pulled out the thorn from the handle of the knife held in his backhand. Then he stepped back and ran into the arms of the cowboy hat that rushed towards him.

At the same time, he used his left hand to hold the base of the spur and pushed back, causing the spur to penetrate into the belly of the cowboy hat.

As usual, the Army Spur mashed the Cowboy Hat's intestines and killed him.

The bald man had already noticed something was wrong at this time, and he quickly reached out and pulled out the pistol from his waist.

When Duke saw this, he pulled out the spur and threw it towards the bald head. At the same time, he kicked hard and rushed towards the bald head.

The bald head tilted to let the flying knife stab at his face.

But with this delay, he lost the opportunity to attack Duke with his pistol. He simply held the pistol tightly and smashed the charging Duke with the handle.

As long as he can give Duke a meal, he can look for opportunities to kill Duke.

Duke ignored the gun handle that was thrown at him and prepared to take it directly with his forehead.

"Planting hammer"

This is one of the five Tai Chi hammer styles he learned, Zai hammer.

Hammering requires twisting the hips but not the waist, using the hips to drive the direction and twisting to accelerate, just like the hand swinging a hammer.

The waist must serve as the handle of the hammer, and it is a soft-handled hammer, which must produce an elastic force.

This elasticity, combined with the power of twisting the hips and the power of punching, combine the three forces into one to achieve the speed and power of a hammer.

If it were in the comics, there should be a demolition worker wielding a huge hammer behind Duke at this time, hitting the bald man's abdomen with a hammer.

"boom"

The handle of the gun hit Duke hard on the forehead. Even with the hood blocking it, the sound of the hit was still heard.

A sharp pain hit him, but it couldn't affect Duke at all.

Compared with the burning deep in his soul, this physical pain was nothing to him.

With an unprecedented smoothness, he hit the bald head with a hammer on the abdomen, causing the bald head to shrink back and stick his butt back.

Duke immediately grabbed the bald man's neck with his left hand and pressed it down hard.

With his right hand, he grabbed the wrist of the bald gunman, lifted it up, and pushed it forward.

"Click"

The bald man's shoulder was pushed dislocated, and he let out a scream.

Duke didn't stop the bald man's mouth.

Here, screams were like the shouts of vendors. As long as there were no gunshots, they would not attract anyone's attention. Therefore, although Duke carried a pistol, he did not use it.

He reached out and picked up the bald head's pistol, and used it as a hammer to slam the bald head's temple.

The bald man's screams stopped abruptly.

Duke grabbed the bald man's head again, twisted it hard, and made a clicking sound.

"call"

The overall situation was decided, Duke took a deep breath and finally felt a little more relaxed.

Throwing the three corpses into the corner, Duke looked at both ends of the alley.

Both sides were deserted, with no pedestrians passing by.

He then executed the Yin-Sucking Jue according to the description in the Tiger-Eliminating Jue.

Compared with slowly absorbing the moon's yin energy and accepting the yin art, the yin-absorbing art seems simple, quick and rough, just like a vacuum cleaner, forcibly sucking three strands of death's yin energy into the sea of ​​consciousness, which takes no more than a minute.

Putting away the technique, Duke felt a sense of fullness.

This feeling of fullness in his soul was strange and comfortable, making him feel lazy.

In addition, the Yin Qi in the sea of ​​consciousness was finally enough to suppress the Yang Qi, making the hot feeling on his body begin to subside.

He even wanted to lie down on the spot and have a good sleep.

Rubbing his face vigorously, Duke cheered up, put the pistol with his fingerprints in his pocket, picked up his military spur, and hurried home along the shadows.