American Comics: I Am Thor, And My Partner Is Phoenix!

Liu Hao put on his clothes, took out his gun, and pointed it at Victoria's head. His movements were smooth and natural.

Victoria, who was in a weak state, was completely stunned when she saw this scene.

"Wait, I can still..."

Bang!

Liu Hao did not wait for her to finish her words, and pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the flying bullet hit Victoria's head.

Liu Hao skillfully wrapped Victoria's body with a bed sheet, then sat on the edge of the bed and sighed:

"Women only slow down my speed of drawing the gun."

A few minutes later, Liu Hao changed his clothes and left Victoria's home.

Then, he called his boss Arthur, and a voice came from the other end of the phone: "You guy, I really want to answer your call!"

"How can you say that, after all, I am your subordinate." Liu Hao laughed.

"You must be calling for something bad! I'm on vacation in Hawaii now! If you have any problems, ask your superhero friend to solve them!"

Arthur said on the other end of the phone.

"Although Superman is my friend, I can't bother him for such a small matter, right? Can you use a kitchen knife to trim your nails?"

"What a weird metaphor!"

Arthur was helpless: "Forget it! Even if I owe you this kid, tell me, what trouble is this time?"

"I suspect, I'm wanted." Liu Hao said.

"What did you say? Wanted?" Hearing the key words, Arthur raised his voice.

"Definitely not a national wanted, but a private one, such as a killer."

Liu Hao said calmly: "At least, I have solved two killers today."

After listening to Liu Hao's description, Arthur put away his joking tone and asked: "So you need me to help you investigate, who wanted you?"

"That's right, I just don't know if you are free on vacation." Liu Hao teased.

"Even if I'm not free, you will force me out! Wait, I'll send someone to check and give you the answer later."

Arthur hung up the phone.

Liu Hao went to the police station.

Not long after he sat down in the office, he received a text message from Arthur, and Liu Hao opened the text message.

Content of the text message: "Your guess is correct. You are wanted. I have sent you the opponent's forces and wanted order."

Liu Hao walked to the fax machine and took out two A4 papers.

One was a description of an organization, and the other was a wanted order with Liu Hao's photo attached.

Liu Hao read the two papers carefully.

"They actually sent me a wanted order."

Liu Hao looked at the few descriptions of himself on the wanted order and the photo from three years ago.

As for why there was so little description of him.

It was naturally because Liu Hao had asked Arthur to modify his personal file so that it contained only irrelevant information.

So the killers knew so little about him.

It turned out that the problem was not with them, but that their organization did not provide much information at all.

Liu Hao's eyes moved to the second file, which was detailed information about the forces.

The first thing that caught his eyes was four eye-catching characters.

Continental Hotel, followed by photos of the building and background descriptions. Liu Hao was not interested in this, and this information was not important to him.

"Continental Hotel." Liu Hao whispered the name, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

As an action movie fanatic in his previous life, he was very familiar with this, and he had savored every one of them.

The name came from the killer guild in the movie "Fast and Furious". In the movie, they were like the judges of the gods above, and the killers were omnipotent, superb skills, and left a deep impression on people.

However, in this Marvel universe, they seemed insignificant.

Compared with other evil forces in the Marvel world, the Continental Hotel was like a child's game and could not cause any waves.

And such a Continental Hotel dared to target him, Liu Hao.

Thinking of this, Liu Hao half-closed his eyes and slowly said: "Since you have the courage to issue a wanted order for me, I should let you see my methods."

Inside the killer guild of the Continental Hotel.

"What's going on?" One of the tattooed women who were working was confused by the information on the screen.

"What's wrong?" Another woman came over and looked at the red font on her screen: "The target of the bounty, New York police detective, Liu Hao, has accepted more than two bounties."

"It's difficult to deal with, isn't that normal? Otherwise, they wouldn't have asked the Continental Hotel to offer a bounty for him." The blonde shrugged.

The brown-haired woman responded: "But the two who took over the task are top killers who can be compared with the retired John Wick, the John known as the Dark Nightcrawler."

"It doesn't matter, if the bounty fails, it will be reissued, unless Boss Winston orders the bounty to be cancelled." The blonde woman said and continued to work.

The brown-haired woman did as she was told and clicked to reissue the rejected bounty task.

At the moment, in the presidential suite of the Continental Hotel, a middle-aged man in high-level pajamas received a text message.

The text message said that a bounty order failed after being accepted by the killer twice, and now it has been issued for the third time.

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows: "After so many years, a target that requires three actions has appeared in the Continental Hotel."

"I don't know if we have provoked someone we shouldn't have, or if the new generation of killers is too weak. If John hadn't retired yet, he would definitely like such a task."

After reading the message, the middle-aged man closed his phone and ignored it. Anyway, the target that cannot be completed after the third bounty will be regarded as an important target.

There will be a threshold for accepting tasks, so that the killers who go to execute are experienced.

Just as the middle-aged man was about to take a nap on the sofa, the phone rang suddenly.

He glanced at it and the caller ID showed the number of the lobby manager. Usually he would not receive calls from the lobby manager.

But he still answered the phone: "It's me, Winston."

"Winston, we have a very special guest here." The man on the other end of the phone, although speaking standard English, has a distinct black accent.

"A special guest?" Winston narrowed his eyes, but still answered calmly: "Isn't he a gangster? A policeman? Or a foreign gangster?"

"If it's a gangster from the UK or Italy, I will ask someone to deal with it. If it's from other places, I will directly use force to solve it. If it's a policeman..."

"No, none of them." The lobby manager interrupted him, but did not give an answer. Instead, he fell into silence, as if it was difficult to speak.

Winston noticed something strange and asked, "What's his origin?"

"He is not a gangster or a policeman, he is... Superman." The lobby manager answered slowly, emphasizing the last name.

"When did the gang boss have such a childish nickname?" Winston asked in confusion.

"It's not a nickname, nor a gang boss, it's Superman."

The lobby manager confirmed again, "He is burly, wearing a red and blue cape with a big S on his chest. This person has come to the front desk."

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