NOVEL WEB Injustice in Marvel
Chapter 412
Chapter 412
In an abandoned nursing home in the urban area, a group of gangsters on motorcycles and a group of gang members wearing flower headscarves and big gold chains stood opposite each other.
……
This place was originally a charitable orphanage, which was established by the city's wealthy joint charity organization to adopt street street children.Later, the rich man was imprisoned for a crime, and his enemies feared that he would not fall thoroughly, so they all helped out and reported the rich man's crimes bravely. At that time, there were not enough private detectives in the city.
The rich man's crimes were notarized one by one, and the hatred of the people towards him was also increasing day by day, until it was revealed that the orphanage was used by the rich man to destroy corpses and traces, as well as the base camp for abducting children, the public boiled and reached its peak .
They semi-spontaneously rushed into the rich man's mansion when the rich man was in court, beat his family to death, ransacked his property, and then burned it all down.
After the rich man returned to prison, he quickly ended himself with a rope.
It took a whole day to transport the bones from the orphanage.This orphanage has become a place where everyone's discoloration has changed.
Later, this unaccepted building was officially used as a mental hospital, a transfer point for temporary detention of prisoners, and finally used as a nursing home. Unfortunately, the effect was not very good. It is not just a matter of aura, but also a psychological effect. Some people always say that it is here I have seen dirty things before, and this place is real, no matter what color the walls are painted or what kind of gate is replaced, it always gives people a gloomy feeling.
The reason for people to completely abandon this building is that the death rate here is indeed a bit ridiculously high.
Stories passed down from generation to generation, coupled with false rumors, and a real sense of spookiness, the place is gradually deserted, and even affects the use of nearby land and the development of people's livelihood. More and more people move away from here, and everyone It seems to be deliberately avoiding this place, making it a place forgotten by the public and municipal management.
So here are the cheap ones, criminals.
In his previous life, Leon once saw a line when he was watching an American TV series: Every park in a beautiful and evil place will circulate countless cash at night.
Leon went to check it out of curiosity, and the result was really interesting.
The cash transaction here is of course not the kind of stalls selling snacks, jewelry and toys in the night market, but white powder.
More than [-]% of the laundry detergent business in the world is finally completed in Laomei, and finally scattered to the hands of retail investors. No matter what kind of big bosses, they disperse layer by layer, and when they finally reach the hands of bottom-level addicts, they still keep it simple and plain The way of hand to hand, money for things, one person, one day.
As for the dirty business in those stinking ditches, most of them actually happen at night, and most of them happen in parks, not in places like streets, docks, or abandoned warehouses.
Therefore, this place is full of buffs, and no one is willing to come even if someone reports the crime. Maybe there are ghosts, maybe something happened, but others are afraid, but those in need will never be afraid. They love I love this place, I love this dilapidated house with mottled white walls.
As for the composition of these two groups of people, there is no need to say more, their purpose of gathering here at this moment is also extremely simple.
Grab the site.
..............................
The two parties have been confronting each other here for a long time, and the dew is heavy this day, and I don't know how those black buddies with baggy pants, a turban and a vest can carry it.
On the other hand, those strong white men on the opposite side are very witty. They are motorcycle gangsters. Isn't it reasonable to wear a leather jacket, riding clothes or something.
The two standing at the front of the crowd became interested again and scolded each other for a while. Maybe they were indeed "discussing", but what they showed was scolding each other.
Returning in vain again, the "discussion" failed, and both parties began to pull out their mobile phones and call their respective bosses.
Not long after, the crowds of both sides separated by a gap, and the people who really had the right to speak and have the right to make up their minds arrived.
What's interesting is that the biker party came here in a luxury car, while the guy with the big gold chain and flower headscarf over there came on a motorcycle.
"Hey, Louie, you know, here, we came first."
Obviously he is the boss of the motorcycle gang, but he is sitting in a car driven by a full-time driver. The white man in a suit and leather shoes looks at his expensive watch, and immediately points to the core of the problem, showing his natural ownership.
And the black guy named Louis on the opposite side was also unambiguous, and nodded with a big smile: "YE~ Yes, when you said that to us last time, the Indians were watching from the shack."
The boss of the motorcycle party frowned slightly, put his hands in his pockets, and looked very impatient: "Louis, I don't have time to accompany you here and tell these tasteless jokes, if you don't want everyone to look bad, it's useless to say less Better bullshit."
All the black buddies in the world seem to be of the same virtue, and the naturally happy Louis shook his thin body and clapped his hands: "OK. My opinion is...
Fu.ck you, Gary. "
The motorcycle gang boss named Gary seemed to have known this would happen a long time ago, he sneered, turned and left, while those leather-clad guys on motorcycles stretched their hands into their arms with a smile, and they were about to do it directly look like.
Louis didn't seem to have expected his old opponent to be so direct this time, and he seemed a little overwhelmed for a while. He didn't look back until the roar of the engine gradually faded away, and then looked at the motorcycle gangsters opposite with contempt.
"Hey! Fools, your boss is gone. Hahahahaha!"
Lu Yi, who retreated while laughing, quickly retreated into the younger brothers behind him, and at this time the army of flower headscarves was already fully armed.
The battle was on the verge of breaking out, but the boss ran away while the boss disappeared. For a while, the situation seemed to be a bit frozen, and neither of the two sides dared to shoot first.
The situation was deadlocked for dozens of seconds, and some people were sweating.
Just as everyone's guns were gradually raised from the lower part of the gun, an ethereal cry came from afar.
"Can't fight ~ can't fight ~"
What followed was the sound of the engine of a heavy locomotive, which both parties were extremely familiar with.
Then, they saw a white buddy wearing a black leather jacket riding a motorcycle, slowly parked the car in the middle of the two parties.
To everyone's surprise, there was another person in his car.Just left, the leader of the motorcycle party.
only……
Didn't he just leave in a luxury car?
Why did you change your motorcycle now?
There is no problem with motorcycles, people are motorcycle gangs.
only……
Motorbike, do you also need a driver?
....................................
Don't mention how speechless and anxious Johnny is now.
Your Excellency the night watchman said that he would take him to the city, find a place to stimulate his abilities, learn some skills and so on, and find a few unlucky ghosts to vent his anger on the way.
Johnny naturally had no right to refuse, so he followed in a daze.
The two of them searched for a long time before they finally found this place. It was inexplicable. They were so excited just now, wishing that there would be a Mr. Night Watchman who didn't have long eyes and would kill him right away, but suddenly he was not angry now. , not only laughed out loud, but also hid with Johnny, saying that he was waiting to see the show well.
This wait is more than an hour.
People on both sides just don't fight!
Johnny felt as if Mr. Night's Watch beside him wished he could go out and fight for them.
Waiting and waiting, waiting and waiting, when the bosses of both sides came out, it seemed that a fight was about to start, but Mr. Night Watchman suddenly didn't want them to fight again.
He also said to himself: fight, if someone dies, I will suffer a big loss... and so on.
Then, he took Johnny and stopped the car of the leaving motorcycle gangster.
When the motorcycle gang boss lowered the car window full of force, revealing half of his face covered by the night, and was about to speak harshly, Mr. Night Watchman yanked the car door down and threw it to an unknown place.
Then he stood where he was and took a round of bullets from the driver. Reciprocally, he stretched out his finger and gestured for a pistol. The driver's head was blown off with a "bang", and then a big mouth shot the stunned motorcycle gang leader Returning to his senses, he politely and gently combed his shaky hair, and asked gently, "Do you know me?"
Johnny looked disgusted from behind, and controlled himself not to think about the "watermelon" that was blown up just now. Johnny was sure this time, what he heard and learned about the legends about the night watchman before , are all true.
What they describe is already very restrained.
………………
"Boss!"
The little leader of the motorbike party was very puzzled when he saw that his boss had returned.
This is different from what was planned. Didn’t you say to let everyone wear the bulletproof vests they bought, and completely wipe out the group of flower headscarves singing rap and playing basketball today?
This plan doesn't say that you will go to battle in person!
The little leader of the motorcycle party thought of his boss's poor marksmanship and weak eyesight, and felt more and more that something might have happened that he didn't know.
Moreover, this driver...has never seen...wait!Isn't this the guy from the famous motorcycle show!
"Boss?!"
Taking a step forward, he shouted again. In this sentence, the meaning of inquiry is obvious and complicated.
"Don't come here...don't shoot..."
The big brother of the motorcycle gang looked at his little brother and tremblingly said such a sentence.
"Boss!"
The third sentence, this sentence has a strong meaning of vigilance. At the same time, the little boss took a step back and held the gun with both hands.
"If I were you..." Johnny turned his head and said, "I'll just listen to him and stand there obediently."
"The person who shouted outside just now, is that you?" The little boss said with a bad expression, "Are you a cop?!"
As soon as these words came out, the flower turbans who were watching the excitement over there were also in a commotion. After the crowd was in a commotion, Louis, who had just retreated behind the crowd, appeared again: "What" up, man?Hoho~ You seem to be..."
"I think you'd better not talk either. If you can be smart." Johnny said something similar to the nigger.
"Do you really know who you are talking to? Ah?!"
A pair of sudden hands rested on the shoulders of the black buddies: "I'll be with you. Louis. Or, isn't your name Louis?"
Louis was shocked, and just about to raise his hand to raise the gun, the heavy pressure from his shoulder forced him to kneel down, and his gun was gently squeezed by someone, from the tightness of his grip Tight hands, snatched the past.
Grinning in pain, Louis raised his head, widened his eyes, and saw an ever-changing face under the moonlight.
"Then..." the faceless man lowered his head and said, "Tell me, what did you see?"
....................................
2 minute later.
Just now, the swords were on the verge of breaking out, and they were about to abandon their previous suspicions and unanimously speak out. The black and white gangs of the two people who set the fire together stood in a queue honestly and did not dare to take a breath.
There are also those who don't want to stand in line, there are several, and they all die quickly, but they have an artistic atmosphere.
Among them was Louis with the flowered turban. His death was the most artistic. He was wrapped in the iron sheet in the space by Leon and suffocated to death.
Until his death, Leon kept the metal sheet intact and kept alive, vividly showing the two parties what is nightmare fright and silent fear.
Now, the metal "sculpture" that is full of despair, with one hand grabbing its throat and the other desperately stretching forward, stands at the forefront of the queue, facing those trembling little cuties with horror in their eyes .
And at the front of the queue, Leon was making gestures and brainwashing again and again, as if he was trying to convince Johnny that he could "see" the guy who pissed his pants on the opposite side with his eyes.
…………
"Mr. Night Watchman, I... I still don't seem to understand, why don't you show me?"
When Leon heard what Johnny said, he almost slapped Johnny on the head with a spoonful of anger.
If I knew this, I would have just performed it for those bastards who wanted to run away, so what the hell are you talking about!
Looking at Johnny through the mask, Leon raised his hand and put his finger on the temple of the "prop".
Bang!
Another watermelon exploded.
Leon paced to the other side of the queue to look for new props, and Johnny lay on the ground and vomited.
Although I have seen the power of this "pistol" before, but at that time it was far away, the sky was too dark, I couldn't see the details clearly, and it didn't have that much impact.
Not only did I get closer this time, but I watched the whole process in all directions, and...
He was too surprised just now, his mouth opened a little wider, so...
…………
When Leon walked to the queue over there, people fell to their knees in a loud crash. These guys still remembered what Leon said just now, and no one dared to run or make other actions, but seeing the people led away by Leon What happened, these guys were all scared.
Leon doesn't care about them, look left and right, hey!Someone happened to meet his eyes.
"It's just you, the one with the glasses over there, come out!"
The guy in the leather jacket tremblingly pointed his finger at his face, and after getting Leon's elongated "um~", he rolled and crawled, and ran away.
Then, he was snatched back from the outside by Leon's clone.
"The main body, he pulled it."
"Really?"
"Well, it's all in the shoes."
"Hey~! Disgusting! Go over there and burn him, stay away!"
The avatar pinched his nose and nodded, and left.
Leon smiled and put his hands behind his back, looked at these little cuties, and said softly:
"Is there anyone willing to volunteer~ Otherwise, I'll order soldiers and generals~"
(Ps: It turns out that if you drink too much sake, you will vomit...)
(End of this chapter)
In an abandoned nursing home in the urban area, a group of gangsters on motorcycles and a group of gang members wearing flower headscarves and big gold chains stood opposite each other.
……
This place was originally a charitable orphanage, which was established by the city's wealthy joint charity organization to adopt street street children.Later, the rich man was imprisoned for a crime, and his enemies feared that he would not fall thoroughly, so they all helped out and reported the rich man's crimes bravely. At that time, there were not enough private detectives in the city.
The rich man's crimes were notarized one by one, and the hatred of the people towards him was also increasing day by day, until it was revealed that the orphanage was used by the rich man to destroy corpses and traces, as well as the base camp for abducting children, the public boiled and reached its peak .
They semi-spontaneously rushed into the rich man's mansion when the rich man was in court, beat his family to death, ransacked his property, and then burned it all down.
After the rich man returned to prison, he quickly ended himself with a rope.
It took a whole day to transport the bones from the orphanage.This orphanage has become a place where everyone's discoloration has changed.
Later, this unaccepted building was officially used as a mental hospital, a transfer point for temporary detention of prisoners, and finally used as a nursing home. Unfortunately, the effect was not very good. It is not just a matter of aura, but also a psychological effect. Some people always say that it is here I have seen dirty things before, and this place is real, no matter what color the walls are painted or what kind of gate is replaced, it always gives people a gloomy feeling.
The reason for people to completely abandon this building is that the death rate here is indeed a bit ridiculously high.
Stories passed down from generation to generation, coupled with false rumors, and a real sense of spookiness, the place is gradually deserted, and even affects the use of nearby land and the development of people's livelihood. More and more people move away from here, and everyone It seems to be deliberately avoiding this place, making it a place forgotten by the public and municipal management.
So here are the cheap ones, criminals.
In his previous life, Leon once saw a line when he was watching an American TV series: Every park in a beautiful and evil place will circulate countless cash at night.
Leon went to check it out of curiosity, and the result was really interesting.
The cash transaction here is of course not the kind of stalls selling snacks, jewelry and toys in the night market, but white powder.
More than [-]% of the laundry detergent business in the world is finally completed in Laomei, and finally scattered to the hands of retail investors. No matter what kind of big bosses, they disperse layer by layer, and when they finally reach the hands of bottom-level addicts, they still keep it simple and plain The way of hand to hand, money for things, one person, one day.
As for the dirty business in those stinking ditches, most of them actually happen at night, and most of them happen in parks, not in places like streets, docks, or abandoned warehouses.
Therefore, this place is full of buffs, and no one is willing to come even if someone reports the crime. Maybe there are ghosts, maybe something happened, but others are afraid, but those in need will never be afraid. They love I love this place, I love this dilapidated house with mottled white walls.
As for the composition of these two groups of people, there is no need to say more, their purpose of gathering here at this moment is also extremely simple.
Grab the site.
..............................
The two parties have been confronting each other here for a long time, and the dew is heavy this day, and I don't know how those black buddies with baggy pants, a turban and a vest can carry it.
On the other hand, those strong white men on the opposite side are very witty. They are motorcycle gangsters. Isn't it reasonable to wear a leather jacket, riding clothes or something.
The two standing at the front of the crowd became interested again and scolded each other for a while. Maybe they were indeed "discussing", but what they showed was scolding each other.
Returning in vain again, the "discussion" failed, and both parties began to pull out their mobile phones and call their respective bosses.
Not long after, the crowds of both sides separated by a gap, and the people who really had the right to speak and have the right to make up their minds arrived.
What's interesting is that the biker party came here in a luxury car, while the guy with the big gold chain and flower headscarf over there came on a motorcycle.
"Hey, Louie, you know, here, we came first."
Obviously he is the boss of the motorcycle gang, but he is sitting in a car driven by a full-time driver. The white man in a suit and leather shoes looks at his expensive watch, and immediately points to the core of the problem, showing his natural ownership.
And the black guy named Louis on the opposite side was also unambiguous, and nodded with a big smile: "YE~ Yes, when you said that to us last time, the Indians were watching from the shack."
The boss of the motorcycle party frowned slightly, put his hands in his pockets, and looked very impatient: "Louis, I don't have time to accompany you here and tell these tasteless jokes, if you don't want everyone to look bad, it's useless to say less Better bullshit."
All the black buddies in the world seem to be of the same virtue, and the naturally happy Louis shook his thin body and clapped his hands: "OK. My opinion is...
Fu.ck you, Gary. "
The motorcycle gang boss named Gary seemed to have known this would happen a long time ago, he sneered, turned and left, while those leather-clad guys on motorcycles stretched their hands into their arms with a smile, and they were about to do it directly look like.
Louis didn't seem to have expected his old opponent to be so direct this time, and he seemed a little overwhelmed for a while. He didn't look back until the roar of the engine gradually faded away, and then looked at the motorcycle gangsters opposite with contempt.
"Hey! Fools, your boss is gone. Hahahahaha!"
Lu Yi, who retreated while laughing, quickly retreated into the younger brothers behind him, and at this time the army of flower headscarves was already fully armed.
The battle was on the verge of breaking out, but the boss ran away while the boss disappeared. For a while, the situation seemed to be a bit frozen, and neither of the two sides dared to shoot first.
The situation was deadlocked for dozens of seconds, and some people were sweating.
Just as everyone's guns were gradually raised from the lower part of the gun, an ethereal cry came from afar.
"Can't fight ~ can't fight ~"
What followed was the sound of the engine of a heavy locomotive, which both parties were extremely familiar with.
Then, they saw a white buddy wearing a black leather jacket riding a motorcycle, slowly parked the car in the middle of the two parties.
To everyone's surprise, there was another person in his car.Just left, the leader of the motorcycle party.
only……
Didn't he just leave in a luxury car?
Why did you change your motorcycle now?
There is no problem with motorcycles, people are motorcycle gangs.
only……
Motorbike, do you also need a driver?
....................................
Don't mention how speechless and anxious Johnny is now.
Your Excellency the night watchman said that he would take him to the city, find a place to stimulate his abilities, learn some skills and so on, and find a few unlucky ghosts to vent his anger on the way.
Johnny naturally had no right to refuse, so he followed in a daze.
The two of them searched for a long time before they finally found this place. It was inexplicable. They were so excited just now, wishing that there would be a Mr. Night Watchman who didn't have long eyes and would kill him right away, but suddenly he was not angry now. , not only laughed out loud, but also hid with Johnny, saying that he was waiting to see the show well.
This wait is more than an hour.
People on both sides just don't fight!
Johnny felt as if Mr. Night's Watch beside him wished he could go out and fight for them.
Waiting and waiting, waiting and waiting, when the bosses of both sides came out, it seemed that a fight was about to start, but Mr. Night Watchman suddenly didn't want them to fight again.
He also said to himself: fight, if someone dies, I will suffer a big loss... and so on.
Then, he took Johnny and stopped the car of the leaving motorcycle gangster.
When the motorcycle gang boss lowered the car window full of force, revealing half of his face covered by the night, and was about to speak harshly, Mr. Night Watchman yanked the car door down and threw it to an unknown place.
Then he stood where he was and took a round of bullets from the driver. Reciprocally, he stretched out his finger and gestured for a pistol. The driver's head was blown off with a "bang", and then a big mouth shot the stunned motorcycle gang leader Returning to his senses, he politely and gently combed his shaky hair, and asked gently, "Do you know me?"
Johnny looked disgusted from behind, and controlled himself not to think about the "watermelon" that was blown up just now. Johnny was sure this time, what he heard and learned about the legends about the night watchman before , are all true.
What they describe is already very restrained.
………………
"Boss!"
The little leader of the motorbike party was very puzzled when he saw that his boss had returned.
This is different from what was planned. Didn’t you say to let everyone wear the bulletproof vests they bought, and completely wipe out the group of flower headscarves singing rap and playing basketball today?
This plan doesn't say that you will go to battle in person!
The little leader of the motorcycle party thought of his boss's poor marksmanship and weak eyesight, and felt more and more that something might have happened that he didn't know.
Moreover, this driver...has never seen...wait!Isn't this the guy from the famous motorcycle show!
"Boss?!"
Taking a step forward, he shouted again. In this sentence, the meaning of inquiry is obvious and complicated.
"Don't come here...don't shoot..."
The big brother of the motorcycle gang looked at his little brother and tremblingly said such a sentence.
"Boss!"
The third sentence, this sentence has a strong meaning of vigilance. At the same time, the little boss took a step back and held the gun with both hands.
"If I were you..." Johnny turned his head and said, "I'll just listen to him and stand there obediently."
"The person who shouted outside just now, is that you?" The little boss said with a bad expression, "Are you a cop?!"
As soon as these words came out, the flower turbans who were watching the excitement over there were also in a commotion. After the crowd was in a commotion, Louis, who had just retreated behind the crowd, appeared again: "What" up, man?Hoho~ You seem to be..."
"I think you'd better not talk either. If you can be smart." Johnny said something similar to the nigger.
"Do you really know who you are talking to? Ah?!"
A pair of sudden hands rested on the shoulders of the black buddies: "I'll be with you. Louis. Or, isn't your name Louis?"
Louis was shocked, and just about to raise his hand to raise the gun, the heavy pressure from his shoulder forced him to kneel down, and his gun was gently squeezed by someone, from the tightness of his grip Tight hands, snatched the past.
Grinning in pain, Louis raised his head, widened his eyes, and saw an ever-changing face under the moonlight.
"Then..." the faceless man lowered his head and said, "Tell me, what did you see?"
....................................
2 minute later.
Just now, the swords were on the verge of breaking out, and they were about to abandon their previous suspicions and unanimously speak out. The black and white gangs of the two people who set the fire together stood in a queue honestly and did not dare to take a breath.
There are also those who don't want to stand in line, there are several, and they all die quickly, but they have an artistic atmosphere.
Among them was Louis with the flowered turban. His death was the most artistic. He was wrapped in the iron sheet in the space by Leon and suffocated to death.
Until his death, Leon kept the metal sheet intact and kept alive, vividly showing the two parties what is nightmare fright and silent fear.
Now, the metal "sculpture" that is full of despair, with one hand grabbing its throat and the other desperately stretching forward, stands at the forefront of the queue, facing those trembling little cuties with horror in their eyes .
And at the front of the queue, Leon was making gestures and brainwashing again and again, as if he was trying to convince Johnny that he could "see" the guy who pissed his pants on the opposite side with his eyes.
…………
"Mr. Night Watchman, I... I still don't seem to understand, why don't you show me?"
When Leon heard what Johnny said, he almost slapped Johnny on the head with a spoonful of anger.
If I knew this, I would have just performed it for those bastards who wanted to run away, so what the hell are you talking about!
Looking at Johnny through the mask, Leon raised his hand and put his finger on the temple of the "prop".
Bang!
Another watermelon exploded.
Leon paced to the other side of the queue to look for new props, and Johnny lay on the ground and vomited.
Although I have seen the power of this "pistol" before, but at that time it was far away, the sky was too dark, I couldn't see the details clearly, and it didn't have that much impact.
Not only did I get closer this time, but I watched the whole process in all directions, and...
He was too surprised just now, his mouth opened a little wider, so...
…………
When Leon walked to the queue over there, people fell to their knees in a loud crash. These guys still remembered what Leon said just now, and no one dared to run or make other actions, but seeing the people led away by Leon What happened, these guys were all scared.
Leon doesn't care about them, look left and right, hey!Someone happened to meet his eyes.
"It's just you, the one with the glasses over there, come out!"
The guy in the leather jacket tremblingly pointed his finger at his face, and after getting Leon's elongated "um~", he rolled and crawled, and ran away.
Then, he was snatched back from the outside by Leon's clone.
"The main body, he pulled it."
"Really?"
"Well, it's all in the shoes."
"Hey~! Disgusting! Go over there and burn him, stay away!"
The avatar pinched his nose and nodded, and left.
Leon smiled and put his hands behind his back, looked at these little cuties, and said softly:
"Is there anyone willing to volunteer~ Otherwise, I'll order soldiers and generals~"
(Ps: It turns out that if you drink too much sake, you will vomit...)
(End of this chapter)
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