The Unrighteous God In Marvel

Finger lit a crumpled cigarette in his mouth, Leon shook his finger decently to extinguish the flame of the fingertip, leaned back vigorously, and put his foot on the expensive sandalwood desk.

Many blood-colored handprints were printed on the table in a mess, and there was an ear that didn't know how it appeared here.

The thick chair back was pressed into a deep recessed shape by Leon, making a creaking wooden rubbing sound. Its former owner has never treated it so sparingly.

It's a pity that now his former master is hanging on the hook of a crane not far away, still swaying constantly.

Well, it is in line with the laws of nature.

...

This is a distributed logistics center, of course, this is its external business project.

In fact, every night here is a dirty deal.

The owner of the logistics center is a native of Goose, because all transactions concerning population, washing powder, guns, etc. require a transfer place, Lao Maoxiong directly bought the land and built this logistics distribution center to decorate the peace. And "cargo" transit.

Countless crimes occurred here during the years of the construction of this super-large logistics center. Every brick on the ground has been stained with blood.

Through friendly inquiry, Leon got the address from a good-hearted man who had been cut off with his **** eyes and fingers.

When I came here for the first time and walked outside, Leon even doubted whether his intelligence was wrong. After all, this aspect of things was never what he was good at. From the outside, this was an ordinary logistics. It's just the center.

Trucks and forklifts coming and going, all kinds of containers, busy workers and colorful packages of goods distributed everywhere.

Did that man lie to himself? Leon is a little skeptical and regretful. Maybe he shouldn't have sent him to Mephisto so early to get a job again...

However, there is still the same sentence: It's all here.

...

Lyon does not lack patience, and Lyon does not lack curiosity and determination to fight to the end, so Lyon honestly waited here until the evening.

Sure enough, here under the night, it completely exposed its original face.

It's still the heavy machinery, or the workers with their usual complexions, but the "security forces" they are transporting this time may be a little too adequate.

Seeing this, Leon basically knew what was going on.

However, it's not that people can't kill indiscriminately. After all, Lyon is not a bad person or a lunatic.

A black wasp landed on the roof of a truck, and as it passed through the checkpoints guarded by guns, it continued to deepen in the large integrated logistics center, and finally, it stopped in front of a pile of trucks.

At this time, Leon also saw the table, and the man behind the table with his back facing in this direction, who was smoking a cigar and spitting fog.

Huh~ It’s pretty stylish, I don’t see less movies...

The man turned around and stood up slowly, with a black suit, red tie, and a corrupt beer belly. Not to mention, it feels like a big boss behind the scenes!

As the man gestured to open the containers one by one, Leon on the roof saw the contents one by one.

These guys really didn't let him find the wrong place...

The clone appeared silently, and left silently, coming outside to guard every direction that might be an exit. Leon did not play any mystery, and appeared directly in front of everyone, reminding loudly: "Maybe my appearance is not the right time for you. , But fortunately, your appearance is simply perfect for me."

The next step is an old-fashioned plot, with a quick turn of the head, looking around, the sound of a gun being loaded, and the most noisy yelling and cursing: Who! Where is the person! Boss!

...

"You are the one, the mysterious killer?"

When it’s critical, the eldest brother has the most confidence to take the lead. He stretched out his hands and spread his five fingers for a wave of field control. After the younger brothers calmed down, he held his cigar, put his hands in his pockets, paced, and laughed. Asked Leon, who looked at the same hands in his pockets.

In the recent dark world, there is a mysterious guy who is constantly hunting the vital social organizations. No matter how fast Lyon does it, there is still news that he is a blood sucker in the gutter. Scum, it's impossible for them not to know these things.

To be precise, they have been waiting for the mysterious killer to come forward.

This point, Leon probably saw the strong men who kept coming up from all around him.

"If you're talking about people who are obliged to clean at night and clean the house for free, um. That should be me."

Lyon's tone was peaceful, and there was no feeling of falling into the full set. On the contrary, from his tone, he could even hear a hint of ecstasy.

And under the mask, Leon really couldn't restrain the rising of the corners of his mouth.

What a nice person, knowing that it’s too troublesome to kill one by one. I take the initiative to gather so many community members here. If all the gang leaders can have this consciousness, Leon feels that he can do things by himself. The efficiency can be increased by at least 200%.

"Wow... it's all the backbone, really..."

A pair of sturdy big arms suddenly emerged from behind Leon and strangled his neck forcefully. The black tattoos on his forearms were covered by the violent veins and blood vessels, showing a different kind of strength beauty. How much effort the owner of the arm used.

Leon was interrupted when he was only half speaking. The big man stretched out his hands from his pockets, twisted his cigar and turned around and made a helpless gesture to his men. He laughed and teased: "This guy doesn't seem to be aware of himself. In this situation, am I being too kind?"

"No, boss!" The younger brothers roared in a mess.

"You are the most ferocious! Ruthless!"

...

"Yes, you are the most inhumane!"

...

"Ugly! I don't look like a good person!"

...

"Who said that sentence just now!"

The big man stretched out his hand and pressed again, succeeded in controlling the field, and turned to look at the mysterious killer who was embarrassed by the strongman. He took out a gorgeous little knife from his suit, which was a letter cutter.

"This was given to me by my uncle. I used him to kill my stepfather and start my business.

The last person this knife killed was my uncle. I regret it, but he really deserves to die.

We still have to use a knife, that's our style, isn't it?

So! Now, who would use this knife to cut through our Mr. Killer's mask and cut off his ears?

Attention, don't let our Mr. Killer die accidentally. It's ok to poke, but don't poke to the point. "

Raising the letter cutter, the boss is like a clumsy host and an unreliable auctioneer showing off his skills.

However, the little brothers joined in unusually, and the messy voice sounded again, and some people raised their machete, all kinds of hunting knives, and even bone chopping knives, and loudly recommended themselves to the boss.

"Why... let me try it myself?"

The voice wasn't very loud, but the boss heard it very clearly, because that was the only voice coming from behind him.

Holding the knife, looking back, it was the killer with the strange mask who was talking.

His current state is a bit strange, because he is too normal. He is obviously locked with a guillotine, but he didn't even take his hand out of his pocket.

Also, his voice is too normal. There was a trace of doubt and anxiety in the big man's heart, but he was immediately washed away by the surging sound behind him.

Yes, I have so many people, why should I be afraid when faced with a fool who was caught.

"Oh, interesting..."

The big man turned the knife in his hand, his eyes were smiling, and he looked at Leon cheerfully: "Do you want to cut off your ears and beg me to spare your life?"

Oh ha ha ha, no, in that case, such a big battle today would be too boring, don't you think. "

Leon still ignored the big arms around his neck and calmly returned: "You just said that using a knife is your style. I think I should know what gang you are.

Let's make a bet. "

Ding.

The gangster's knife fell from the air and held it in his hand. The tail of the knife hit the silver cufflinks on the cuff, making a crisp sound.

"……Say."

The big guy's smile gradually faded, and his voice no longer was loud. It has been a while since the guy wearing the mask was caught, but the boss never saw what he wanted to see, and heard what he wanted to hear, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Why not..."

Leon took his hands out of his pockets.

"We use our fists..."

Raise your arms.

"With a knife..."

Bend his hands.

"Myself……"

On the arm around the neck.

"To you all."

Click!

Accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream, Leon squeezed the arm locked to his arm with his hand.

When...

The letter cutter dropped to the ground, and the knives croaked loudly.

"Kill him! Kill him! Go--! Go!"

The big man roared hoarse, and constantly pushed the little brothers around him with his hands, but his own legs not only did not move forward, but did not even stop in place, and kept backing away.

"Heh... when the show opens, how can there be no witnesses."

Leon laughed wildly and stepped forward, grabbing the blade that was splitting head-on with his hand, and holding the knife in his hand in the turning room, pinching the back of the knife, and pushing it forward, it entered the knife owner's neck.

Lowering his head to avoid the spurt of blood, Leon punched a person on the nose. The fainting effect did not occur. The guy's head was shot at a weird right angle and leaned back, and he died straight to the ground.

Loud shouts and screams, humming, metal collisions and breaking sounds continued to come from the center surrounded by people. Leon laughed the most, either with fists or legs, and sometimes Forcibly snatching a knife from someone else's hand, every shot will take away an unlucky ghost's organ or life.

After Leon slashed a knife on someone's head for the fourth time, the broken edge of the knife, the brawny men with the knife finally got scared and flinched.

They halted to patrol and enlarged the encirclement. They looked at each other, but they could only see each other's sweat and shaking.

Finally, the first knife was thrown on the ground, and the first man turned and fled, showing his back.

Then, it was out of control.

At this time, in the pool of blood, Leon, who laughed evilly, was carefully looking for the letter cutter that fell on the ground just now on the red ground.

"Ah...hehe, I found it."

Leon was already very careful, but he still made himself like a pig, covered in blood.

The foul smell made Leon very annoying. He needed to change his clothes, but think about it, maybe he changed it now, and it will get dirty later, after all, people haven't solved it all yet.

"Then hurry up, just right, this weapon is very good."

"I lifted your skull~ let me see your eyebrows~ tick tick tick tick, la la la la~ la la la!"

Singing a song softly, Leon turned the letter cutter and slowly chased after him.

…………………………………………

After resting for a while, Leon finally remembered when the cigarette was drawn to his tail. It seemed that he hadn't changed his clothes yet.

"Um... there is still one person left, so let's change after you solve it. Huh~! Make sure to take a good bath today!"

Picking up the letter cutter on the table, Leon walked step by step to the hanged boss.

"It's just that you dropped your ears. Why do you seem to be dying? Your face is terrible."

"begging……"

"Eh! Stop it!"

Leon's [Stop] is also very hardcore. He stabbed the big man's leg with a knife, which directly caused him to grit his teeth and suffocate the words behind.

"Now, I hate people asking for help at every turn! Men have gold under their knees, I know, you want to get the gold out, but you can't kneel down now, so don't mention this."

At this time, the people who were packed in the container all walked out tremblingly. Some people vomited out directly after seeing the sight outside, and others fainted as soon as they turned their eyes.

"You guys, forget it, you call the police yourself, do you speak English, oh, that's fine, here."

Leon threw a cell phone over, and he also had many of these things.

"Call the police, you know? Okay, the big one is holding the small one. Don't look at it, it's all an adult's business. Cover your eyes and go out."

A girl answered Leon's phone, nodded tremblingly, then closed her eyes tightly, supported the child next to her, and left here with one foot and one shallow foot.

Leon shook his head slightly: "Look, what a sin you have done. I tell you, you have been dead for many times.

Let's do it for the first time now. Eh~! You see, this is an eliminator. As the name suggests, it is mainly..."

Jingle bell~~

the phone is ringing.

Leon frowned and took out his phone.

"Crack? Ah? Me? I'm on vacation. Screaming...Where is there any screaming, I'm killing a chicken."

Who said you can’t kill chickens on vacation? Oh, Ferry, you have something to say...

who? !

Sol?

where?

Oh...I know ~www.NovelMTL.com~ I will rush over. Wait a minute...

What else can you do? Kill the chicken halfway without killing it. How painful the chicken is!

How can you be sympathetic...

What a chicken! I'm talking about killing chickens! Not making chickens and making chickens! You know... you know what a fart, you know! Alright, we will arrive in a while! goodbye! "

Putting down the phone, Leon stabbed the boss in the leg, twisting the handle of the knife, and thinking about some questions at the same time.

"Oh... I seem to be in a hurry, let's hurry up!"

After finishing speaking, Leon stabbed into the heart of "Diaoluji".

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