Meimanzhiduota grocery store

Chapter 185
New York, Queens.

It was still Yan Yan's simple and inconspicuous grocery store at the corner of No.30 Third Avenue, the old copper bell on the door rattled harshly, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, Magneto walked away When he came in, his hair was gray and his face was full of deep wrinkles. Compared to the last time Yan Yan saw him, he seemed to be ten years older.

Followed by two people, one is a smiling Mystique, and the other is a fair-skinned girl of twelve or thirteen years old, with a smooth scalp, a body that is as thin as a hemp rod covered by an obviously ill-fitting voluminous robe, and her slender eyelashes tremble slightly. A pair of watery blue eyes looked at Yan Yan curiously.

"Yan! Nice to meet you again!" Magneto opened his arms slightly and said with a smile. He would not be stingy with his respect for Yan Yan, who has powerful magical abilities. "Well! Your performance in New York is amazing!"

"You're so polite!" Yan Yan's pupils shrank suddenly. Magneto's strange appearance was obviously caused by a lot of trouble recently, so he stretched out his hand to signal, "We are old friends! Please sit down!"

"Who made Magneto look like this?" Yan Yan glanced at the old Magneto, secretly calculating in his head, who would be the person who can make this cunning and powerful boss suffer.

"Are you the boss here?" The bald girl behind Magneto rolled her big eyes and looked around at the dusty "broken" piled up randomly around her. She pointed at Magneto with a suspicious expression on her face, and said innocently, "Ai Rui K says you can make me strong! . . . can you really? You look like a liar!"

"I don't know if I can!" Yan Yan smiled without embarrassment when being questioned face to face by the little girl. After he understood the purpose of Magneto's visit, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and he said with a bright smile, "But as long as you can For enough money, I can grant you any wish."

Magneto knew what kind of bastard Yan Yan was, and regardless of the girl's awkward dodging, Magneto stretched out his hand and rubbed the girl's bald head like a grandfather, looked at Yan Yan and said with a soft sigh, " Yan! I came to you because of the last transaction! I want you to develop the potential of this child! Emma! As for your reward... I have prepared enough gold."

Yan Yan leaned comfortably on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth, pondered for a moment, and said with a faint smile, "Gold?...I'm not very interested now. You should know that I have done a few small businesses recently. What I have now is gold...This I'm not interested in that sort of thing."

Mystique gave a disdainful cold voice, "Don't care about gold?" Yan Yan is a bastard who can kill people for a single gold bean. As one of the first people who did business with Yan Yan, she knew very well that Yan Yan was a What a bastard, this is just a trick to negotiate a price.

The amber eyes stared at Yan Yan coldly. The other party almost covered the sky in the underground world of New York. At the same time, the construction company in Manhattan was also flourishing. In the Battle of New York, it showed its powerful strength. There was a moment of silence , and then said in a deep voice, "Just like you promised last time, a ton of gold! There is no room for negotiation,"

The cigarette in Yan Yan's hand turned slightly, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Mystique with interest, "I'm not a person who values ​​money very much..."

"In return, our Mutant Brotherhood can do one thing for you for free! Anything!" Mystique stared at Yan Yan and gritted her teeth secretly, wishing she could lift her foot and step on Yan Yan's smiling face. After Magneto nodded, he said in an annoyed and cold voice.

"Anything?" Yan Yan licked his lips slightly, remained silent for a moment, and immediately smiled, looking at the girl next to him who was puffing up her mouth and looking at him angrily, and said with a relaxed smile, "Then, deal! As an old friend, how can I How can you not even help me with this little bit! Well! Prepare the gold, and wait for my news at the time and place."

Magneto pulled Emma up, like a kind grandfather, politely bid farewell to Yan Yan, and Mystique opened her mouth to threaten, but suddenly found that the other party's power and financial resources were far beyond what the Brotherhood of Mutants could achieve. In comparison, he could only hum and follow Magneto away.

"The number one demon king?"

Yan Yan touched the stubble on his chin with his palm, and muttered to himself, a pair of bright black crystal-like eyes suddenly popped out of his head, aloof and solemn, extremely sinister and domineering.

"Massei Hattori, my old friend! How can I prepare a surprise for you!"

Recently, under the leadership of Ishikawa, the Yamaguchi-gumi has been domineering and domineering, expanding outward without any scruples, but there is no doubt that there is only one person at the helm behind the Yamaguchi-gumi, and that is Hattori Masashige. Even if he disappears, Yan Yan will never Think he'll just disappear.

Hattori Masanari traveled across the ocean to come here, and there was only one thing he wanted—the number one demon king in the sky.

Since he was able to feel the aura emanating from the No. [-] Heavenly Demon in New York from Tokyo when Yan Yan performed the bloodline activation ceremony for the two of Sisina, once Yan Yan uses it again, it is difficult to guarantee that he can stop him from attacking Iga Ryu. The perception of inheriting the treasured sword.

There is no doubt that once Masashi Hattori finds the Inheritance Magic Sword, what will happen?

Thinking silently in his head for a moment, Yan Yan's eyes glowed coldly, and he grinned sinisterly, "Lovely Hattori! It's so wonderful that you can come here from Japan!"

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Manhattan, New York.

Near Broadway, there is a vulgar nondescript imitation of the ancient Tang Dynasty buildings, called the Chinese Theater. There is a lot of traffic outside the gate. Americans who don’t know the inside story keep running to this American-owned Chinese theater to experience the so-called "Chinese Theater". Chinese style".

A black Honda sedan parked unscrupulously at the intersection, several serious Japanese in black suits were frowning and waiting around the car.

"Master Ishikawa! Half an hour has passed! They still haven't come!" a strict Yamaguchi-gumi member whispered.

"These damned Italian pigs! When we take New York, we have to exterminate these pigs first." One of them was a short, fat and round young man who was eight times like Elder Ishikawa before his disfigurement. He turned his head and spat out thick phlegm. He glared arrogantly at the crowd watching him, then raised his hand to look at the golden Rolex watch, and kept greeting the Italians' damn time concept in Japanese.

In the corner opposite to the crowded theater, Yan Yan squinted his eyes and smiled, hiding in the darkness like a poisonous snake waiting for its prey, quietly watching several senior members of the Yamaguchi-gumi waiting dozens of meters away. director.

"Boss! What did you ask me to invite them here for?" Anthony stood behind Yan Yan with his head poking his head, blinking his eyes and asked curiously, "That Eisuke Ishikawa is old man Ishikawa's nephew! Well! But I am more willing to believe, That's the evil son of him and his sister-in-law! Relying on the power of the old man Ishikawa, he has been very arrogant recently! But in fact, he is just a useless piece of trash."

"Even trash has its uses!" Yan Yan had an incomparably bright smile on his face, "It's just to see if you can find out how to use it! Well! Are you sure no one knows that you invited them here?"

Anthony wiped his face with his palm and turned into a bearded Italian. Grinning in English with an Italian tongue accent, he said solemnly, "In the name of the Mafia, I invite Eisuke Ishikawa to discuss the matter of encircling and suppressing the Green Gang."

Yan Yan nodded in satisfaction. As time passed, the flow of people outside the Chinese Theater gradually passed by. Suddenly, a bald man wearing a black jacket and with cold facial features appeared in the crowd, chewing gum expressionlessly. Walk up to a decadent man waiting in front of a flower bed.

"The good show has begun!" Yan Yan sneered, the golden light of the devil's gold coin flashed through his pupils, and with his current powerful and pure soul energy, he could easily discover the abnormality in this man's body, it was like Hot and extremely unstable energy like volcanic lava, obviously, as stated in the original plot, the Extremis virus is far from being completed.

In this extremely unstable state, mass production cannot be achieved at all, and this is why Killian wants to force Stark to participate in the research.

And Stark's loyal bodyguard was sneaking behind the Extremis Soldier skillfully. After the Extremis Soldier made a deal with the decadent man, Hengli walked in abruptly, knocked the box to the ground on purpose, and skillfully He stuffed a reagent containing the Extremis virus into his pocket.

"You're looking for death!" With a sudden roar, the desperate warrior in the crowd had a cold light in his eyes, and he reached out and lifted up the strong man weighing two hundred catties with one hand, and then he went out with one hand, "Boom, boom, boom!" We arrived at three stalls selling flowers.

The sudden fight caused the tense New Yorkers to scream and disperse, but Eisuke Ishikawa not only did not lead the people to evacuate, but instead grinned, looking excited as if waiting for a good show.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, and a group of golden-red flames that looked like molten lava suddenly rose from the crowd, the ground shook violently, and a heart-pounding scorching air surged into the sky and rushed out in all directions. Anything that was contaminated by these scorching flames , Whether it is a stone or a living person, they are all burned into ashes in a short moment.

Anthony stared in surprise, watching the large crowd in front of the Chinese Theater, who had no time to escape, quickly turned into a charred bone frame in the flames like a nightmare, and then replaced with ashes scattered. In the blink of an eye, the noisy The street has become a ghost.

Urgent sirens came from all directions, and Yan Yan, who had a sinister smile on his mouth, had already taken Anthony away from the scene without a sound. Everything happened as it should have happened, but in the death list of the explosion, there were a few more people who were not at all. One of the Japanese who should exist is Ishikawa Eisuke.

Whether he is old man Ishikawa's son or nephew, it doesn't matter anymore, the important thing is that this useless Ishikawa Eisuke is dead!Played his best value!
　Master Huang Yi broke through the void and left, adding another chapter to express his condolences!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)