I have a good impression of Marvel

Shinjuku is one of the most prosperous areas in Tokyo and even Japan.

This is the city that never sleeps and the largest red light district in Asia.

Among them, the landmark street that must be mentioned is Kabucho Ichiban Street, known as "Japan's No. 1 Happy Street"

Here, you won’t find the leisurely leisure life of Kamakura, replaced by a fast pace of life.

Pedestrians under the neon lights, everyone's steps are in a hurry, as if everyone is on clockwork.

When you are in a sea of ​​people, you can't help but speed up your pace.

If you walk slower on the street and look around, the local snakes standing on the street will immediately see that you are an easy prey.

Of course, these local snakes, crawling around on the streets, have good eyesight.

They can tell which ones are "big water fish" and which ones are "dragons crossing the river"

For example, those few men in black casual clothes walking leisurely under the feasting lights.

With a bulging waist, he obviously carries a gun; his eyes are wary and moving around, and his burly figure

All the details tell those roe-headed rats where to head the snakes. A very obvious answer:

These people can't be offended

at the same time

Crossbones and his group were walking on a busy street when something happened.

嘭

There was an intimate contact between shoulder and shoulder.

"Asshole, didn't you bring out your eyes?"

A guy wearing a floral shirt and a gold chain around his neck turned around and cursed.

When he heard the other party's yelling, Brock Rumlow, who understood Japanese, his eyes suddenly changed, and they were filled with ferocity in an instant.

Grabbing the opponent's collar with one hand, he lifted his entire body in front of him and said in a deep voice: "Get out of here."

As soon as he finished speaking, he released his big hand and threw the frightened little man to the ground.

After dealing with the small incident, the group continued to move forward.

The leader, Brock Rumlow, while pushing away the people blocking the road ahead, asked the bald man next to him a little irritably: "Why do they want to make an appointment in a place like this? Don't you know that there are many people and it's difficult to see things?"

The bald man was still wearing a neat black suit, and looked a little out of place under the reflection of various neon signs.

Hearing Rumlow's words, his face did not change at all. He just replied calmly: "Maybe it's just to not attract attention."

Maybe it was just early in the morning, and there were suddenly more pedestrians in Kabukicho.

Office workers, tourists, and students all come to this drunken street to seek a moment of indulgence.

Glancing at the calm Sitwell, Brock Rumlow couldn't help but feel a little disgust in his heart.

This mission was a confidential mission personally assigned to him by his immediate superior, Minister of Security Pierce.

The task is also very simple, just make a transaction with an organization.

Rumlow thought that all the credit for this mission was his own, but he found Sitwell's bald man coming to take the credit.

This made Rumlow, who had always looked down on the bald brother, feel unhappy.

However, no matter how unhappy he was, he did not dare to disobey the orders from above. He could only pinch his nose and head to the trading location with the bald brother.

Passing through Wishbone and his group, they came to a building in an alley.

Judging from the low-key yet luxurious appearance, this is a private leisure club.

In fluent Japanese, he chatted with the two Yakuza tattooed men guarding the door of the building for a few words, and then Crossbones and his group entered the building.

The group took the elevator and reached the top floor.

Ding

As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, Rumlow and others had a clear view of the entire room.

This is a large enclosed space, about 300 square meters, with transparent floor-to-ceiling windows on all four walls.

The only way in and out seems to be the elevator.

The entire space is arranged like a large party scene.

With a luxurious bar in the center as the axis, there are several long tables placed everywhere.

The table top and ceiling are connected by two steel pipes.

Two scantily clad dancers stood on the table and danced provocatively under the colorful lights.

The table was filled with yen, alcohol, and even some guns and samurai swords.

Most of the people present were neon people,

Rumlow frowned as he smelled the smell in the air.

At this time, a pretty girl in kimono came to Rumlow and his party and bowed slightly: "Please come over here, Miss Brandi is waiting for you over there."

Under the guidance, Rumlow glanced at his several special forces members and signaled them to stay put. After that, he and Sitwell followed the kimono girl to a large independent room.

As soon as they entered the room, Rumlow and Sitwell saw a slender figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Under the gaze of the two people, the other person turned around, revealing a face that was full of flaws.

Her graceful figure, set off by a red tight skirt, makes her look even hotter.

However, under the long red shawl hair, the burn scar on the left side of the face suddenly turned the entire somewhat soft face into a ferocious one.

However, judging from the expression on the woman's face, she didn't seem to care.

"Gentlemen, long time no see"

Seeing the woman greeting him, Rumlow did not respond, but frowned: "Brandy, forget about this, we are not here for pleasure."

The bald man standing aside shrugged at the woman and spread his hands, indicating that it was none of his business.

Seeing that Rumlow was a little impatient, the woman called "Brandy" immediately showed a faint smile and opened her arms:

"Oh, Mr. Rumlow, this is just a way for me to express my goodwill. I thought you agents, who are on the front line all day long, would like the atmosphere here."

In order to prevent the atmosphere from becoming more tense, the bald man quickly spoke up and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but let's finalize the deal first and then talk about other things."

"..." The woman was stunned for a moment, then spread her hands and suppressed her smile: "As you wish."

As soon as she finished speaking, she stepped on her black high heels and thumped to the long table and picked up a silver suitcase from the ground.

With a "click" sound, he placed the suitcase on the table, pushed it hard, and the suitcase slid directly in front of Rumlow. .

"Gentlemen, if you please"

With a wave of her hand, the woman sat on the sofa, picked up a glass of whiskey on the table, and sipped it lightly.

At the signal from Rumlow's eyes, the bald man opened the suitcase with a "click" sound.

At the same time, on a rooftop opposite the building, a figure that became one with the darkness had a panoramic view of all this.