I became a weirdo in Marvel

Chapter 27 Kingpin
"King Bing, let me ask you again, do you know that guy named Billy?"

"No matter how many times you ask, my answer is always the same - I don't know him."

"You were involved in the kidnapping of Tony Stark, right?"

"No, I never thought of kidnapping Tony Stark. He and I are worlds apart and have nothing to do with each other."

"Then how do you explain Tony Stark being tied up in your secret base?"

"do not know."

"Oh, you're still quibbling, right? Then keep going and see who gives up first. Don't blame me for not reminding you, your wife and children are outside, I can't guarantee their safety."

Boom!
Jin Yong pounded the table hard, leaving a large dent in the iron table. His eyes were red, like a violent beast that could attack and hurt people at any time.

The strong murderous intent made the agent sitting opposite him feel as if he had fallen into an icy cave. He overturned his chair in shock and stood up suddenly. When he came to his senses, he had already backed away and leaned against the wall.

"If you dare to mess around, I will kill your whole family when I get out! I mean what I say."

"Asshole, you are just a prisoner, and you dare to threaten me?!"

The agent was furious at his subconscious retreat. How could he be frightened by a prisoner whose hands and feet were tightly locked?

Burning with rage, he pulled out the baton from his waist, rushed forward quickly, swung the baton with a "whoosh" sound, and hit Jin Bing's head hard.

Kingpin's head was knocked to one side, but he quickly turned it back, letting the bright red blood flow from his forehead to his chin and drip onto the table. He remained unmoved and stared at the agent with fierce eyes.

The agent felt a chill in his heart, his original anger disappeared, his arms trembled, and he couldn't even bring down the second strike with the stick.

Just then, the interrogation door opened and another agent walked in, giving him a step down.

He took back his baton and took two deep breaths: "If you confess your guilt honestly, your wife and children will be protected by us."

"Your protection?"

Jin Bing smiled contemptuously: "Sorry, I don't believe you."

"Humph, you are so stubborn. Then you can just stay here!"

After a simple treatment for his wound, Jin Bing was sent back to the luxurious solitary cell.

Staring at the snow-white wall, Jin Bing's expression was sometimes ferocious, sometimes worried, and sometimes reluctant. No one knew what he was thinking.

He didn't know how much time had passed before his eyes darkened. The lights in the prison went out one after another, leaving only the light above his head, emitting a faint glow.

The patrolling personnel and all the sounds strangely disappeared in an instant.

Jin Bing had a cold face and narrowed his eyes. In the darkness in front of him, a winding path suddenly appeared. At the end of the path, a red light was getting closer and closer.

Such a strange scene made Jin Bing full of doubts. He stood up, clenched his fists, and stared ahead with a vigilant look, ready to deal with any danger that might arise at any time.

After a few seconds, he saw the true face of the red light. It was an oil lamp burning with a red flame. It was held in the hands of a guy wearing a gray cloak and whose appearance could not be seen clearly.

Kingpin frowned and said to the cloaked man who walked up to him, "I'm dead? Are you the soul-collector from hell, trying to take me to hell?"

"My name is the Fire King, not some damn soul-catcher."

The Fire King walked up to Kingpin, revealing his face that was as withered as a skull. His two empty eyes stared straight at Kingpin, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "Not bad, you are very good."

Jin Bing, who was always fearless, felt a chill on his back at this moment. He gritted his teeth and growled in a low voice: "I don't care if I'm the King of Fire or some other ghost, get away from me!"

He clenched his right fist and suddenly smashed it towards the Fire King in front of him.

boom!
Before the fist as big as a casserole could touch the Fire King, Jin Bing's sturdy body weighing more than 200 pounds suddenly flew backwards and hit the wall heavily, sticking to it strangely.

It was as if a huge hand was pressing him against the wall, and he couldn't move.

"What have you done to me, asshole?" "I haven't done it yet."

The Fire King smiled slightly, revealing a terrifying smile that made people tremble with fear. He raised his hand and clenched it, and a ball of burning fire appeared in his palm.

"Kingpin, you have the qualifications to be a fire bearer. Accept this flame, burn yourself, and join the glorious fire bearer!"

Under Jin Bing's shocked gaze, the Fire King pressed the ball of fire on him and entered his body.

"Ho ho ho"

Jin Bing felt as if a ball of burning flame had appeared inside his body, burning his body into ashes inch by inch, and he could only groan in pain helplessly.

Boom!
He fell heavily to the ground, and a different kind of pain suddenly woke him up. The darkness in front of him and the cloaked man holding the oil lamp all disappeared. The light once again emitted a dazzling light, making his eyes dizzy.

"Hey, stop pretending to be dead, get up quickly."

The familiar voice appeared again.

Is it an illusion?

No, it's not.

Jin Bing slowly clenched his fists and felt an unprecedented force in his body - power!
"Lord of Fire? Firebringer? Burn yourself? Haha, it turns out there are such interesting things in this world. How can I be trapped in this place?"

He reached out and grabbed the two iron bars on the fence gate and pulled hard. Suddenly, a hole appeared in front of him that was big enough for him to walk out.

The guard outside the door widened his eyes and sounded the alarm.

Amid the shrill alarm, Jin Bing smiled slightly, raised his foot and stepped out, stomping hard, and many cracks immediately appeared on the hard cement.

Driven by the reaction force, his body shot out like a cannonball, directly came behind the guard, and punched him with all his might.

Boom!
He rammed the guard's head hard into his body.

Kingpin looked at his swollen fist, and a flash of enlightenment flashed in his eyes: "It turns out that not only has my strength become stronger, but I can also control the muscles in my body."

"Is this the essence of Fire Transmission? That's really, really great."

Jin was in no hurry to leave. He stood there, exploring his new abilities, waiting for a large number of armed soldiers and agents to surround him.

"Kingpin! Put your hands up in the air and kneel on the ground immediately!"

Looking at the familiar guy in the crowd, Jin Bing smiled grimly, and his body as strong as a bear quickly shrank to the size of an ordinary person, and he rushed towards the crowd.

The leading agent no longer hesitated: "Quick, fire!"

Bang bang bang!
The dense bullets blocked the space in front like raindrops, leaving almost no blind spots, but when they fell on Jin Bing, they could only tear his prison uniform, without leaving even a scar on his body.

"This is impossible!"

In the blink of an eye, Jin Bing rushed into the crowd, and no one could withstand his punch.

Soon, the ground was filled with corpses, and Jin Bing grabbed the neck of the agent who had beaten him and lifted him up.

"Why, aren't you afraid of bullets?"

"As long as you tense your muscles enough, they will be harder than steel. The human body is amazing, isn't it?"

Click.

Jin Bing dropped the corpse in his hand and walked out the door calmly.

The killing continues.

(End of this chapter)