American Manga God

Peggy did not refuse, but smiled: "Of course, we need to find this Mr. Strange who 'frightened and hid' first."

startled?

God damn, I don't know who was shocked.

Mei's gesture of dragging the bullseye looks like an old river and lake at first glance.

An ordinary person who sees so much blood will call 911 even if he doesn't make a fuss and faints.

Meimu's **** didn't dry, so he patted his **** with Bullseye and drove away.

The FBI searched for days, but they couldn't find out where or what car he changed. The clue goes to an abandoned garage in the suburbs and it's gone.

Normally, there are too many clues left: for example, the blood accidentally leaking from the car; for example, there will be new tire marks when changing the car, so as to judge the model or something.

But when the car went into the garage, it seemed to evaporate.

No one would have thought that there was a shameless teleportation mage who set up an identical garage more than 100 kilometers apart and connected the two places with a giant teleportation gate.

As for counter-reconnaissance, someone who worked in the Soviet Intelligence Service was a repeat offender.

Mei Mumu disappeared from the public eye, and it hurt Tony, because Mr. Strange's other identity is Stark's major shareholder. Recently, bigwigs from all walks of life have been visiting Tony, hoping that Tony will help convey the government's apology, such as asking the 'scared' Mr. Strange not to withdraw his investment, or awarding World War II medals on behalf of the government. 's credit.

Secretly, the appearance of someone Mei also alarmed two unexpected opponents.

Baron Strucker, one of the Hydra bosses, was quite interested in this: "Oh! So, there seems to be another person who might have mastered the [Super Soldier Serum] back then?"

Howard and Stark died in a car accident, in fact, because Howard tried to reproduce Dr. Erkins' research, the Hydra **** research failed, and it turned into a murder.

In Manhattan, New York, a tiny, eight-block place called Hell's Kitchen. In a bright office building, a wrinkled old woman smiles for the same thing.

"[Super Soldier Serum]...a very good thing, at least it can make our people stronger. Isn't it?" The guys dressed as ninjas next to her said yes.

"With it, we will have the opportunity to greatly strengthen our combat power, and we will no longer have to worry about the little **** Black Widow." The old lady's voice was filled with resentment. She took off the glove on her right hand, revealing a hand that already felt inhuman.

The palm is dark black, and the skin feels no longer skin, more like some kind of inferior glue. If this hand wasn't attached to her wrist, anyone would think it was a fake hand.

That's right, she is Mrs. Gao.

Feeling the slightly frightened gaze of her subordinate ninja, she sighed. If it was her former direct line, or even an elite trained by direct line, how could she be so bad. It's a pity that after being cut off by someone Mei, in order to recover, she lost all the souls of her cronies and owed the other four fingers of the hand.

The death of his subordinates does not mean that cultivation can be cultivated.

The most terrifying thing is the severance of inheritance.

Whether it is an army or an organization, as long as the seeds are left, the next generation can be continuously cultivated.

In order to recover, she can be regarded as sweeping away the middle and high-level members of the Hand Union.

None of the five fingers are specialized ninjas, and none of them can cultivate excellent ninjas. This is why after the Hand Association entered the 21st century, the combat power was terrible.

If you can master the [Super Soldier Serum], then the combat power of the scumbag can be doubled immediately.

This is definitely a leap for an organization like the Hand Association, which has insufficient manpower and individual soldiers.

Just as the major organizations all over the world were looking for the mysterious Mr. Strange, a message came.

The phone rang, and Mrs. Gao slowly answered the call from the confidential line: "Oh, it's a blogger!"

On the other end of the phone, a Latino man with a beard in his mid-thirties said, "Hey, Mrs. Gao, you'd be interested in my news. I think I've found the Mr. Strange. ."

This man named Bo Tu, ostensibly in charge of an academy in New York, whose real identity is one of the five fingers of the Hand. It is mainly responsible for training teenagers living on the streets into secret agents of the Hand.

"Very good, I'll let Murakami run."

Three hours later, a Japanese man in a suit and leather shoes with a samurai sword upside down stepped out of the helicopter and came to a small town 250 kilometers away from New York.

Accompanying him down were several ninjas in black suits.

If you walk on the street, the American people will definitely regard them as stupid or playful guys~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But here in the wild mountains, there is no one else except the people who come to join.

The young man bowed and saluted, pointed to the mountains to the north, and said concisely: "We have found our goal."

The Japanese carefully inquired the teenager about the details of the car, then checked the track marks on the trail leading to the depths of the woods, and said only one word: "Go!"

The Japanese and ninjas rushed into the woods with great agility.

As the elite of modern ninjas, their equipment is no longer an old-time concept. They kept the naked eye with one eye, while the other wore high-tech tactical glasses that switched between infrared heat detectors and low-light night vision goggles.

On the outside of the black ninja suit, there is an obvious layer of Kevlar body armor. Of course, for the convenience of action, they did not insert metal strips as tactical inserts, but chose a rubber-textured composite material.

In addition to traditional ninja knives and darts, modern weapons such as miniature submachine guns are also attached to the waist of the ninja.

It can be said that these ninjas are armed to the teeth.

Even so, the Japanese who took the lead still showed contempt, because in the last century, the Jōnin of the Hand Association had at most one gun, and nothing else. With their super perception, they can do what these guys have to rely on infrared and low-light night vision devices to do, and do it better and have stronger combat effectiveness.

The woods were silent except for the occasional low-pitched chirping of birds and beasts.

For ninjas, this kind of environment is as comfortable as returning to their hometown.

The pathfinder ninja returned with a few gestures, which surprised the Japanese - there were no traps, not even surveillance cameras.

Is it wrong?

But when they went to the small villa in the middle of the woods, the Japanese had a hideous look on their faces. He smelled blood.