American Comics: I'm Superman And My Wife Is Wanda!

Hearing Liu Feng's description, Arthur also put away his joke, and asked, "So you need me to help you find out, what force wanted you?"

"That's right, I just don't know if you're free while you're still on vacation." Liu Feng joked.

"If you don't have time, you will be forced to be free! Wait, I'll send someone to investigate, and I'll tell you the answer later."

Arthur hangs up just like that.

Liu Feng set off for the police station.

After sitting in the office for a while, he received a text message from Arthur, and Liu Feng clicked on the text message.

The content of the text message is: "Your guess is correct, you are wanted, and I have faxed you the other party's power and arrest warrant."

Liu Feng walked to the fax machine and took out two A4 papers that were ejected from the fax machine.

One of them is a description of an organization, and the other is a wanted warrant full of words and Liu Feng's face.

Liu Feng read both of them.

"I actually got a wanted warrant for me."

Liu Feng looked at the scant description of himself on the wanted notice, and a photo taken three years ago.

As for why Liu Feng's description is so scarce.

Naturally, it was because Liu Feng had asked Arthur to modify his personal files so that they presented irrelevant information.

That's why those killers have very little information about themselves.

It turned out that the problem was not with them, but that their organization didn't give much information at all.

Liu Feng then turned his attention to another piece of paper, which was the information of the forces.

The words "huge amounts of" appear first.

The Continental Hotel, and the photos and background of their building came later. Liu Feng didn't even bother to read those descriptions, and he didn't need to read them at all.

"Continental Hotel." Liu Feng said the name silently, with the corners of his mouth raised.

As an action movie lover in his previous life, he definitely knew that he had seen all of them.

The name comes from the name of the killer guild in the movie series "Need to Kill".

In the movie, they are really like the high court of God.

The killers under it are omnipotent, their business ability is amazingly proficient, and they feel full of oppression.

But in this Marvel world, they're really nothing.

Compared with other villains in the Marvel world, the Continental Hotel is like a child's play house, and it can't set off any bloody storms.

And the Continental Hotel dared to target him, Liu Feng.

Thinking of this, Liu Feng half-closed his eyes, and slowly said: "Since you guys have the guts to issue a warrant for me, I have to give you some color."

Continental Hotel, inside the Killers Guild.

"Is this the case?" Among the several tattooed girls who were working, one of them was puzzled by the information displayed on the computer screen.

"What's wrong?" Another girl came over and read the red letters that appeared on her screen: "Rewarded person, New York policeman, Liu Feng, received the reward twice or more."

"It's hard to kill, isn't this a normal thing? Otherwise, no one would invite the Continental Hotel to offer a reward for him." The blonde shrugged.

The brown-haired girl responded: "But the two who took over the mission are the top killers who are as famous as the retired John Wick. It is the John who is called the night devil."

"It doesn't matter. If the bounty fails and the bounty is rejected, just keep posting it. Unless the boss Winston orders the bounty to be lifted." The blonde girl turned back to continue working after she finished speaking.

The brunette did the same, hitting repost on the rejected bounty.

At the same time, a middle-aged man in high-end pajamas who was resting in the presidential suite of the Continental Hotel suddenly received a text message.

The content of the text message is that a reward order failed after being accepted by the killer for the second time, and now it has been issued for the third time.

Seeing this message, the middle-aged man raised his eyebrows slightly: "After so many years, there is actually a target that needs a third action at the Continental Hotel."

"I don't know if we messed with the wrong guy, or if the new batch of killers are too weak. If only John hadn't retired, he'd love a job like this."

The middle-aged man turned off his phone after reading the message, and he didn't bother to take care of the rest.

Anyway, the objects that cannot be erased after the third reward will be regarded as key targets.

A threshold is required to accept the task, so that all the killers who go to solve it will be professionally skilled.

But just when the middle-aged man was about to lie comfortably on the sofa and take a nap, a call came to his mobile phone.

The middle-aged man took a look. The caller was directly named the number of the lobby manager. Generally, he would not receive a call from the lobby manager.

But the middle-aged man still picked it up and said, "It's me, Winston."

"Winston, we have a very special guest." Although the man on the other end of the phone spoke very correct English, he could still spit out a distinct black accent.

"A special guest?" Winston narrowed his eyes slightly, but he still answered proficiently: "Someone who is not on the right track? A cop? Or a foreign gangster?"

"If it's a gang in Russia or Italy, I'll call someone to deal with it. Other places will solve it directly by force. If it's a police report..."

"No, not at all." Before Winston could finish speaking, the lobby manager interrupted him, but he didn't say the answer, but fell into silence again, as if it was a bit difficult to say.

Winston tilted his head, feeling something was wrong, and asked, "What is it?"

"He's not a gangster or a cop, he's... Superman." The lobby manager replied slowly, emphasizing the pronunciation of the last name.

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