A Certain Marvel Super Player

"Farke!"

"Farke!"

"Farke!"

In the speeding car, Bullseye Lester, whose face was covered with blood and who looked like a ghost, was beating the steering wheel with his left hand that could still move but was already swollen, talking all kinds of rubbish and driving like he was free of money. And out.

Miscalculated.

Total miscalculation.

Bullseye Lester originally thought this was a very simple task, but it was so simple that he only received gold and a starting price of one hundred thousand dollars for this task.

at the moment?

This is no longer a question of whether the loss is serious or not, it is entirely a matter of whether he can save his life.

"If not..."

Bullseye Lester panted hard, lowered his head, and looked at a piece of wood that was slowly decaying in his neck. He raised his head and looked at the looming Greenwood Cemetery in front of him attentively: "Almost, we're almost there."

He felt like he was going to die.

Look up in the rearview mirror.

Enter the eyes.

A man whose face was cut in half from his right eye to the corner of his mouth revealed a visibly visible wound. It looked like his entire face had been cut off in half. His face was so hideous that all the zombies in the movie seemed to be prettier than him.

He should be dead.

but……

The slowly decaying wooden sign in his neck protected him, and if he had not been rescued after the wooden sign completely decayed, then he would really die.

This wooden sign was not his adventure, but an advance payment for another order he took.

Right now, he was rushing to that person's residence. Only he could save him in time when he was about to report to hell.

Moreover, Bullseye is very sure that this person will definitely save him, because who told him to deliver the soul that the other party needs at a fixed time and at a fixed time every month according to the other party's requirements.

And that man is the caretaker who lives in Greenwood Cemetery.

William Brewworth!

Boom.

Bullseye Lester felt that as the wooden sign decayed, his soul was about to go to hell and leave the body. He couldn't help stepping on the accelerator, increased the speed again, and then, with a roar, Driving straight into Greenwood Cemetery Park.

"Um?"

Following in the distance, the real body was looking after Gwen. Locke, who was just coming over as a clone, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he saw the direction Bullseye was driving, wondering whether to get his real body over.

after all.

The clone is just a good-looking porcelain doll. It has no other special abilities except the skills it possesses.

To put it simply.

The clone is just the same thing.

but……

Go check it out.

Locke thought for a moment, and the moment he stepped out of the car, another clone appeared and drove directly towards Carrie's home.

After all, he told George that the Audi had just been lent to Carrie.

"interesting."

The corner of Locke's mouth raised slightly: "George was wrong. It wasn't Kingpin, but the Dimension God who lived in the earth and was behind it?"

think carefully.

It seems that this conjecture is correct.

One sentence.

Locke couldn't imagine Kingpin's reason for doing this at all. After all, where was George's status and identity? If George was still a little police detective, it was okay for Kingpin to do this.

But George is the senior superintendent of the New York Police Department.

Not cats and dogs.

Moreover, Kingpin was a smart man. He knew how to deal with these dignitaries. Furthermore, Kingpin had been able to prosper so well over the years without leaving any direct contact with him. With so much criminal evidence, would he be so foolish as to make such a mistake?

If Kingpin took action because George was investigating him, forget it.

But George attacked the Gucci family.

Therefore, Locke felt that it might be because George was too angry and lost his mind.

As for Locke, after seeing this guy driving into Greenwood Cemetery and thinking of the dilapidated Dimension God in his mind, he suddenly felt that this Dimension God was the most suspicious.

Purpose……

Want Gwen's soul?

For a dimensional god, or any dimensional god, the soul is always the fundamental law for the development and expansion of its dimension. The more souls there are, the stronger its dimensional foundation is.

Of course, except for Locke's M78 Nebula.

After all, Locke has relied on his own efforts to transform himself from a cow to a Roman. After the backdoor listing of the M78 Nebula Dimension, he was born in Rome from the beginning. As long as there is enough time and enough points, upgrading is not a matter of course. What a difficult thing to come.

Locke now seriously suspected that it was this broken dimensional god who had evil thoughts after seeing him and Gwen at that time, but felt that he could not be dealt with, so he sent someone to deal with Gwen first.

After all, after Locke's life level jumped, Gwen's life status may not have changed, but its core, in fact, has also changed.

Put it this way.

Have you ever seen a woman from the gods who is an ordinary mortal?

Have it?

Even if he was a mortal at the beginning, as time goes by and in motion, he is no longer a mortal.

so……

Locke feels that this is the most likely possibility.

Even though the dimension gods have the word "god", there are actually quite a few dimension gods with simple minds and well-developed limbs. The Witch Heart Demon is a good example. Even if they are real gods, the number of gods with brains as stupid as pigs is still the same. Not a few.

One sentence.

Western gods don't emphasize that my fate is up to me, but rather fate.

Gods do not rely on struggle, but on fate.

You are a spirit, from birth.

You are a mortal, and even if you are given endless years, you will not surpass this level.

Just look at the Ancient One.

Ancient One hung up countless dimension gods and beat them violently. The corpses of the dimension gods killed by Ancient One, and the corpses of demon gods orbiting the solar system, probably numbered in the hundreds of thousands, if not a hundred.

But Ancient One is still essentially a transcendent being, and has not even broken through the category of dimensional god. Locke thinks that this is probably why many dimensions were not surprised at all when Ancient One died.

After all, even though Ancient One is powerful, that is, he is an extraordinary being, he is still far from being free from the law of death.

Locke thought this, stopped, and then looked up at the brightly lit hut that he and Gwen had seen before.

At the door of that hut.

It seemed that just as Locke had guessed, the car that had just driven in from outside stopped directly at the door of the cabin.

"Plop!"

Bullseye Lester, whose face was covered with blood and was still dripping with blood, did not choose to enter the wooden house after getting out of the car. Instead, he turned around on the other side of the wooden house and then walked directly along the side of the road that seemed to lead underground. Go down the steps, and then enter the basement, which seems to be an incineration room.

The next second.

Bullseye lowered his head and looked at the wooden sign at his neck, which had just decayed by two-thirds. The moment he entered the basement, it had stopped decaying, as if time had stopped, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Then.

After Bullseye walked in, he saw the man in a suit, who was meticulously turning on the incinerator in the middle of the night, staring at the blazing flames in the furnace, seeming to be muttering something, and then, from time to time, there was a sudden sound coming from all around. After William Brewworth let out a wailing soul, he hurried over and said, "Save me quickly."

William Brewworth came back to his senses, glanced at the now hateful Bullseye, shook his head, moved his right foot, and kicked a tool box directly in front of Bullseye, with disgust written on his face: "This is my territory. , Hell can’t take you away, look at what you look like now, it’s simply disgusting, sew it up yourself, don’t disturb me.”

Said.

William Brewworth looked at the incinerator in front of him again and continued to mutter. The shrill cry of his soul echoed in the basement again.

When Bullseye over there saw this, he didn't dare to say anything. He pulled the tool box over. He directly found a stool and a mirror. He looked at the female half of himself in the mirror and took out the tool box. With the sewing kit, the journey of sewing began silently.

Although he became a monk halfway, he still has the skills that a killer should have.

For example, some simple stitching or something.

Although it doesn't look very pretty.

Twenty minutes later.

A curved centipede appeared on Bullseye's face.

at this time.

William Brewworth over there seemed to have finished the process. After cleaning the inside of the incinerator, he closed the incinerator, smelled the smell of blood and a smell of resentment in the room, and opened the door. Set aside the air purifier.

As soon as the air purifier is turned on, the green light jumps directly to the red light, and then it starts working at full speed at a speed of 100.

With an expressionless expression, William Brewworth took the wet towel, wiped his hands, walked over, sat down, and looked at the bullseye over there: "Tea?"

Said.

William Brewworth was already minding his own business making tea before Bullseye could speak.

British tea.

Bullseye opened his mouth and gasped.

William Brewworth pushed a cup of English tea in front of Bullseye, took a sip of the tea in his cup, and then said: "Where did you find a high-quality soul?"

Bullseye gasped, "I almost died."

William Brewworth smiled and said: "Bring this soul to me. Don't worry, you won't die. After all, you are my soul reaper. I, for the time being, I have no idea to replace you."

Bullseye looked up at William Brewworth.

but……

Not waiting for Bullseye to speak.

William Brewworth had already raised his head and looked at the figure slowly walking out of the darkness.

"Yeah?"

Locke put his hands in his pockets and walked out of the darkness with an expressionless face. He looked at William Brewworth: "What if I want him to die?"

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