People In Marvel, System Attackers

Chapter 9 The Creepy Scene

Mike walked out the door of the bar leisurely.

The guard was taken aback when he saw Mike.

Didn’t this person just go in?

The two felt something was wrong instinctively, so they leaned over and wanted to question Mike.

Mike didn’t talk nonsense, and walked two steps quickly, knocking out the guard with two punches.

The movement here attracted the attention of the vampires in the corner. They made eye contact, spread out, and gathered from different directions.

Mike’s eyes narrowed, and he took out the Sunken Knife from the system space.

Spike!

Pick up!

Full Moon Slash!

Take the knife!

All in one go!

The few vampires hadn’t figured out the situation yet, feeling their bodies burning like fire, screaming and turning to ashes.

After a few steps, Mike returned to one of the guards and took out a small roll of banknotes from his pocket, which was the money he had “bribered” before.

According to Messi, the vampire factory is in the Hell’s Kitchen dock area, on the west bank of the Hudson River.

“Never mind the various gangs, the vampires will join in the fun, and they will not give the ordinary people in Hell’s Kitchen a way to survive.”

Mike turned the car key to start with emotion, and the car lights paved a passage in the deep darkness. Soon, the red taillight disappeared at the end of the street. .

Natasha Romanoff glanced at the timer: “Twelve minutes and fifty-six seconds. Isn’t he just slipping around and doing nothing?”

“I don’t know.” Phil Coulson is also not sure.

“Forget it, I’ll go in and take a look.”

“I’m the operation commander.”

“Huh huh?” Natasha Romanoff squinted at Phil Coulson, his face becoming more charming.

Phil Coulson stopped and said, “Uh…I want to say, be careful, safety is the most important thing.”

“Yes, your commander…” Natasha Romanoff smiled, twisting her waist like a water snake.

The seventh-level agent openly threatened the eighth-level agent with his eyes…

Shivering and cold!

Three minutes later, Natasha Romanoff walked out quickly.

“How is it?” Phil Coulson’s face remained as usual.

“The vampires were all wiped out, the monitoring room was destroyed, the bartender’s heart was pierced by a toothpick, and a woman fainted in the box, all from the Hagui tribe.” Natasha Romanoff frowned. “The bartender is a witness. Quit your mouth. That woman is the Hagui tribe who helped vampires seduce Mike and was also an eyewitness. Why did she be merciful?”

Phil Coulson asked, “Is it beautiful?”

Natasha Romanoff replied: “Pretty.”

Could it be that seduction is faint?

Phil Coulson and Natasha Romanoff looked at each other. They were not disappointed in Mike, but rather happy.

Weaknesses are good!

This is the difference between the thinking logic of agent and ordinary people.

Phil Coulson started the car and drove towards Hell’s Kitchen.

Natasha Romanoff said suddenly: “How can I pierce a person’s heart with an ordinary toothpick?”

Phil Coulson said: “Perfect avoiding bones and muscles?”

The problem is that the human heart is originally a tight muscle.

If Mike lets answer, the answer is five words: “Armed and domineering”

In short, Natasha Romanoff’s eyes are getting brighter, as if looking for a new toy.

Phil Coulson shivered inexplicably.

Late at night.

The weather turns cold.

He touched the strategic retreat hairline, and said in his heart: “Middle-aged men who stay up all night can’t afford to hurt them.”

The vampire factory disguised as a meat company and looked normal.

The security guards on patrol were vampires. Mike made a single knife and entered the factory without disturbing any vampires.

The scene before him made Mike’s hair horrified.

Above the factory, there are rows of parallel thick steel pipes. The steel pipe is connected to a drooping chain, and the chain is wrapped with power and data cables. There is a large hook at the end of the chain, which hooks a square instrument and a large transparent bag.

An instrument is an instrument that monitors vital signs.

There is a human being curled up in each bag, all of them are naked, with tubes in their mouths and noses, absorbing nutrients from the bags to survive, and tubes in their hands, and the red blood is slowly drawing away.

This is why vampires turn such places into factories or farms.

Here, humans are the raw materials for the production of blood, and the animals that draw blood.

The same human beings, a chill rushed from the soles of Mike’s feet to the Tianling Gai.

The person in the bag was injected with tranquilizers, and someone had their eyes open, their eyes were dead, as if they had lost their souls.

“Roar~”

Mike inserted the Sunken Knife on the ground and took out the cigarette case. The flame of the lighter was so conspicuous.

“who!”

The vampire workers in the factory spotted Mike and gathered around him with a big drink.

“Roar~~~”

Spitting out white smoke, Mike muttered to himself, “Oh, if I was found, there would be no way.”

Pulling out the Sunwheel Knife, Mike’s eyes are as cold as the twelfth lunar winter.

Soon, everything was calm, only black and gray fell in the dark night.

Mike walked in with the Sunken Knife.

One thing Mike never expected that the person in charge of the factory was a human in a white coat. He fell on the ground in horror and said, “Don’t kill me, don’t kill me, I’m a human, don’t kill me…”

“Humans… don’t be afraid, they won’t kill you.”

Mike took out Lisa’s photo, “Is this girl here? I sent it here about two weeks ago.”

The white coat looked at the photo and said, “I’m impressed, I’ll check it.”

He tapped a few times on the keyboard to list a few documents, and Lisa was among them.

According to the number, Mike quickly found Lisa.

The girl curled up in the bag without realizing it. Mike asked, “Is it dangerous to get people out of the bag?”

The white coat quickly replied: “No, no, she has only been here for two weeks.”

“Oh, nothing else, you can go.” Mike said lightly, “Forget it, I’ll give you a ride.”

The sunshade pierced the heart of the white coat.

“One-way ticket to hell, free!” Mike sneered: “It’s obviously a human, but doing such a thing, it’s more damn! Labor and capital lie to you, there is a kind of crawl out of hell to bite me scum, tui!”

A few minutes later, Mike, naked to the top, carefully hugged Lisa and walked out of the factory area, with his T-shirt over Lisa.

Mike did not leave immediately, but walked to a car not far away with a cigarette in his mouth and knocked on the window.

The window rolled down, revealing Phil Coulson’s slightly embarrassed face.

“Mike, what a coincidence.” Phil Coulson beckoned Roar.

“Yeah, it’s a coincidence. The blood thorns meet by chance. You are everywhere here.” Mike said in a mocking tone, pointing to the factory, “I will leave it to you, it’s okay.”

Phil Coulson said: “No problem.”

After instructing a few words to the walkie-talkie, a team of agents filed out from behind the vans and advanced towards the factory with full arms.

Mike said: “I have no interest in S.H.I.E.L.D. Don’t play the tracking and surveillance set anymore.”

S.H.I.E.L.D?

Snake Shield!

Phil Coulson grinned stiffly.

Mike drove Lisa back to her home in the Upper East Side. The Banks wept with joy and gratitude to Mike. Mrs. Banks once again contributed soul energy +1.

It was late at night when I got home.

Staying up late is not good…so stay up all night.

Turn on the phone.

I gave priority to the information of a few female friends. After all, I had in-depth exchanges, and the special treatment was not excessive.

Then I saw Fat Jerry’s grieving message: [Why didn’t you order with me, are there other suppliers outside? 】

Mike patiently replied: [Get out! 】

The blood thorns cleared the field.

Dickon Firth had a sullen face, and the whole nest of men was picked up, including his girlfriend, how happy he was.

The only one who knew exactly what was happening in the box was Sansa. Asked to know what happened. After making a portrait of Mike, Rage’s Dickon grabbed Sansa and hugged her neck to gnaw flesh and blood.

“One by one… how dare the inferior races!”

Dickon left the dead Sansa aside, pointed to Mike’s portrait, and said to his trusted confidant Quinn: “Find him at all costs in three days.”

New York has a population of seven or eight million, looking for someone based on a portrait?

What is the difference with finding a needle in a haystack?

However, in the face of the exposed Dickon, Quinn dare to say “no”?