When I transform into Marvel, I also want to be the overlord

With President Maya's speed and flying in a straight line, he arrived at the Butcher's Bar and entered the office on the fourth floor. It took no more than 5 minutes in total.

In other words, it is only a quarter past eleven, and there are still 15 minutes until twelve o'clock.

President Maya squatted on the ceiling and used his senses to check the situation on the first floor.

The bar is now empty, not to mention the customers, there is not even a bartender. Marion was the only one sitting at the bar, drinking glass after glass of wine.

When Marion came up with the good idea of ​​recruiting student soldiers a few days ago, he was full of energy and enthusiasm, and he wrote inspiring words to guide the country, as if he was about to become the new overlord of the New York underworld.

At this moment, Marion was drunk and smelling of alcohol. Even the old Corleone Godfather 1 male protagonist's hair that he had just made was in a mess. He was just like the "elite" who jumped off the building on Wall Street in downtown.

In President Maya's perception, Marion drank three bottles of Remy Martin in just ten minutes as if drinking water.

Although it was boring during this period, Maya squatted on the ceiling calmly, without any feeling of irritation. Today's President Maya has indeed grown a lot after several battles. At the same time, President Maya himself also understood the purpose of the complicated and trivial tasks that the Hokage genin did after graduation.

While cultivating the tacit understanding of the team, it also honed the character of the little ninjas. Hokage Village is worthy of being the winner of many ninja village wars, and has done a particularly good job in cultivating some small details of ninjas. Unlike other ninja villages, there are all kinds of cruel trials as soon as they leave the campus. The assignment of tasks is only based on strength and not on character. As a result, many good young ninjas have died young, and there are even more young ninjas with twisted psychology.

For example, among the fog ninjas in the new era, there are seven idiots who actually want to defeat Boruto and kill Sarana. Although the Hokage Village in the new era also has a lot of idiots, in this second era where things are worse, the Hokage Village is, well, the least bad.

Well, it’s not good to have an overly active mind. No, a certain president has started to think divergently again.

With a "bang", the door of the Butcher's Bar was kicked open.

At present, a bald man nearly 2 meters tall walked in. He was about forty years old, with a Slavic appearance and a fleshy Slavic face. There was a knife wound on the left eyebrow that went straight to his chin.

The strong man looked around cautiously before entering the door. When he saw that there was really only Marion in the bar, he laughed boldly and said as he walked: "Hahahaha, good, good, good, brother Marion, you are indeed It’s a trustworthy person who actually arrived before me. Haha, it’s not good to fight and kill people. Now it’s nice to sit together in such a harmonious way, drink and chat.”

"Fake Lanskahov, you cunning bear, I really want to rip off your head and kick it as a ball," Marion said viciously with his eyes blurred.

A trace of disdain flashed in Lanskakhov's eyes, but he continued to speak boldly: "Brother Marion, your plan for student soldiers is actually good, and I also have plans to add some new blood. But you have to be strong when you are forging iron. Strong strength is the last word. Those small tricks can only be regarded as supplements. However, brother, I am also a newbie here. I will not do things like this. The hemp grass on 39th Street is still yours. If you want flour, you can go directly to Lao Take it from my brother. Since we settled the dispute amicably today, how about I give you a % discount?"

Although Marion was already drunk, he also knew that after tonight, he would have no hope of moving forward. As he grew older, he would only get worse and worse, until one day he died in the smelly ditch in the corner.

But as Lanskahov said, strength is the last word, and now he, a local snake, can't suppress him, an outsider.

"Dirk, Cole called all the brothers outside, I have something to announce" Marion shouted towards the door.

After hearing Marion's words, Lanskahov smiled secretly, understanding that Marion was going to make a decision in front of everyone. In this way, I will no longer be able to trouble him in the future, and Marion's life can be considered saved.

So Lanskahov also waved his hand and said: "Mr. Owsley, ask the brothers to come in too."

There is a rectangular table 10 meters long and 4 meters wide in the middle of the bar. The table is made up of several small square tables. It was obviously prepared in advance.