The Exorcism Inspector in Marvel World

Coincidentally, the little black girl hadn't walked long before the door knocked a few times, and a trembling voice asked, "Excuse me, is this Dr. Kiwi's office?"

Dr. Kiwi had no choice but to drink the wine in the glass and tucked the bottle into the drawer. He shouted rudely, "Come in!"

The door opened was a trembling white uncle. The uncle looked gentleman, but he was on a crutches and was struggling to walk. The suit on his body was quite elegant, but it was very old at first sight. The white uncle should have had a fairly glorious time, but now he is old and decayed, and the cost of squandering his life when he was young is now coming to the door. It seems that he has no relatives.

"Hello Doctor Strange, I was introduced by Professor Robert," the white uncle politely took off his hat and put it on his chest. "He like me to highly recommend you, saying that your surgical technique is the best he has ever seen. "

"Of course I am the best. Robert's guy still has a vision, but my charges are very high, can you afford it?" Dr. Kiwi said coldly, the man is equipped with clothes and a saddle, only from the white uncle Dressed up, he knew he had no money, so Dr. Kiwi was not at all welcome.

"That... I have medical insurance..." The white uncle knew what Dr. Kiwi was thinking, and he said with a scalp.

"Damn, that's no money!" Dr. Kiwi shouted loudly, "I warned Robert that **** not to introduce me to the poor ghosts of medical insurance, **** waste idiots, I don't take care of medical insurance !Understand?"

"You! How can you be such a bastard? I can't accept your insult!" The white uncle shivered with rage, "May the Almighty God teach you something, shameless bastard!"

"Oh, if it's really there, I really want to see him, he must not go to the **** medical insurance for surgery!" Dr. Kiwi walked out of the desk and vigorously closed the office door, attracting people in the corridor to look at it. Here.

The white uncle wanted to say a few more words, but in the end he only sighed. He turned and walked alone. It didn’t take long for someone to find that the white uncle died alone in the apartment alone. The cause of death was heart disease. In front of him, but because of his atrophy, he still failed to get the medicine in time.

These were all discovered by Dr. Kiwi later, but at that time he didn't care about them at all, but the soul of Dr. Kiwi's deity stuck out in this scene of memory, and there must be something wrong with it.

But he couldn't see any problem.

Suddenly the scene changed, when he arrived just now in a car accident.

The reason for this accident was Dr. Strange driving drunk. He seemed to see a white cat on the road in a trance. After subconsciously hitting the steering wheel, he even drove the car out of the road with someone. This accident was extremely serious. He has been lying in the hospital for two months.

Injuries to other parts of the body have basically recovered, except that his hands have been torn apart and can no longer be repaired. It is no problem to rely on these hands to eat and live, but returning to the operating table to continue precision surgery, I am sorry, that is impossible.

(Something is wrong here...I have to think about it...) Dr. Kiwi suddenly had a voice deep in his heart, and there was a flash of light in his heart, but at this time the attending physician left Came in, checked his body for him, and unfortunately told him about the hand.

Dr. Kiwi tore the doctor’s case into pieces. He yelled that the attending physician was an incompetent quack. Even a minor injury of this degree could not be cured. What kind of doctor was he then discharged from the hospital to find other neurosurgeons for help? Over the next six months, Dr. Kiwi spent almost all of his savings on treatment, but despite the high cost of treatment, his hand failed to heal.

Desperate, Dr. Kiwi found a small bar in vain and asked for a bottle of inferior whiskey. He drank more than half of the bottle in a gulp. If the hand injury can never be cured, it would be meaningless to be alive. I thought I was on the operating table because of money, and doing surgery for people is just a way to accumulate money.

But until now, when his hands are over and he can no longer go to the operating table, Dr. Kiwi realizes that what he likes is not money, but the feeling of healing and saving lives.

But it was too late, he told himself in tears.

(Everything is too late, even if I can't have surgery, but I can still cheer up...) Dr. Kiwi's spirit shouted.

At this moment, six or seven little **** came in from the outside. They were all from nearby gangs and came to collect money for this quarter. They walked to the front of the bar and suddenly saw Dr. Kiwi lying on the bar, blocking them The way.

The little gangster headed up suspiciously raised his watch and looked at it. It was just half past ten, and the unshaven guy was drinking like this. He said contemptuously, "I am really a rotten drunk, this time it becomes a drunk cat, come Come... old man, get away with me!"

Dr. Kiwi hasn’t cleaned himself for many days. His clothes are greasy and ragged. He used to spend half an hour combing his beard every day. Now he is unshaven. Because he is worried, he has a white beard on it. At this time, he looks like a man The drunk man in his fifties, so the **** called his old man.

In fact, Dr. Strange was just thirty years old.

Dr. Kiwi looked up, and he was lying on the bar, confused, "What's he, it turned out to be a group of parasites...what is it? Let Lao Tzu let it go! Get out!"

The punks glanced at each other. The punk led the empty wine bottle and smashed it on Dr. Kiwi’s head, and immediately opened a big mouth. The wine bottle was shattered and blood flowed. He then kicked Dr. Kiwi out of the chair. He kicked to the ground, and the other gangsters punched and kicked.

It was the smell of blood that reminded Dr. Kiwi of his identity. He flew a little **** with magic. After flying out, the little **** showed his true form. He was a horror, specializing in fear and chaos. Born, a very common low-level demon, "This is Mephisto's trick? Reminds me of the days of bastards~www.NovelMTL.com~ Can you make me fall? You tell your master He is wrong! I have never forgotten the past. In order to correct that erroneous past, after I became a magician, I was also doing the work of healing and saving people. I was fighting sleeplessly with your group of devastating demons. You I thought that when I think back to the past, I will become confused and depraved? You are wrong! As long as I help others, I have reached the level of peace! It is useless for you little tricks! Mephisto Come out for me!"

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Dr. Destruction was blown to a wilderness full of magma mountains. A few flaming ghosts saw it, rushed up immediately, threw a stick and hit him on the head, these useless little things, simply entered He couldn't get rid of his body, he was solved by two or three hits.

This is the gap in strength. After killing the enemy, Dr. Destruction took out the positioning system. Of course, he installed one on Dr. Kiwi, but the one placed on Li Kang had failed. I don’t know if Li Kang was dead or had other secrets. From the moment he entered hell, this mother-save operation was completely out of control.

There is only one possibility, that is, everything is Li Kang's conspiracy. Only in this way can everything be explained, but what is Li Kang's conspiracy to do so? Everyone knows that Li Kang is a public enemy of hell. As long as Mephisto knows that he is in hell, he will do his best to kill him... wait...

A thought suddenly flashed in Dr. Doom's mind. Why did Mephisto say "two mortals" from the beginning... Why are two mortals, not three mortals? This is definitely not a mistake, but Li Kang does not know what means he used, he has hidden Mephisto's eyes, but how is this possible, and there is something that can hide the dominance of one dimension.