Fishing the Sky in the Marvel Universe

The bald killer sitting in the back seat had an expressionless face, holding the handle of the rope and pulling hard.

As a professional gangster killer, he strikes quickly and accurately, never missing a beat.

He has 47 tattoos on his body, representing the 47 missions he performed.

Each mission requires killing at least 47 people, but he can't remember exactly how many.

Under the night, his dark skin and black suit perfectly blended into the darkness.

When the target Jason returned to the car, the bald killer elegantly assassinated him.

In the eyes of this bald man, Jason was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

The bald killer told jokes unscrupulously.

Was planning to enjoy Jason's struggle before his death.

"Hey boy, your car is not bad."

The rope strangled Jason's neck, but he didn't struggle.

From the moment the bald killer succeeded, he stopped struggling.

Jason looks dead.

"Oh, it's a pity that this car has to be destroyed."

"In my line of work, I have made so many cars, but there are always times when I can't bear to leave the car."

"Why don't you speak?"

Thinking that he had succeeded, the bald killer was so confident that he mocked Jason.

He looked crazy and looked like he had sucked a lot of white powder.

"So you are already dead!"

"Oh, poor little boy!"

It is true that villains die from talking too much.

The "dead" Jason fell on the car seat and saw the killer behind him through the rearview mirror.

It's a pity that the bald killer's skin is too African and he is wearing a black suit.

This guy seems to be invisible.

Jason continued to pretend to be dead with great interest, listening to what this guy would do next.

To be honest, he really didn't notice anyone sitting in his car.

It may be due to racial talent.

It may also be that this killer from the Marvel universe has unique skills.

In short, in this universe, the abilities of ordinary people cannot be underestimated.

The bald killer with full assassination talent looks like a perverted killer.

After he finished having a seizure in the back seat, he got up and tried to roll over into the front seat.

"Hey~hey~hey!"

"Can you let me take a photo as a souvenir?"

"The handsome reporter who offended Hammerhead must be very photogenic."

As soon as the bald killer stretched his head out into the front seat, he let out a disgusting laugh.

Jason's expression froze.

He couldn't bear it any longer and turned directly to the rear.

"Damn it, your laughter is worse than claws grinding against glass!"

Seeing Jason suddenly resurrected, the bald killer was shocked.

He quickly took out a pistol equipped with a silencer and shot Jason wildly in the head.

"Ah——!" The bald killer's eyes almost popped out of his head with fright.

Soon, all the bullets were sent to Jason's face.

It's a pity that the yellow-orange bullet hit the face like a marshmallow without any pain or itching.

Jason grinned: "Go on, how many bullets do you have?"

"God, freak! Freak!"

Faced with Jason who had such bulletproof ability, the bald killer quickly changed the magazine and continued shooting.

The bald killer looked frightened, but he did not stop working hard.

He even took out another pistol and fired wildly at Jason.

Two pistols were fired by him with the firepower of a platoon.

Countless eggshells fell from his feet, but his target, Jason, still did not fall.

"Impossible! Impossible!"

The world view of the bald killer has collapsed, and his whole body is trembling.

Jason, on the other hand, had already smiled.

"Come on, come on, try your sniper rifle." Jason opened his mouth and pointed to a long box in the back seat.

At this time, this move is not very harmful, but it is extremely insulting.

The bald killer who was so nervous just now was frightened out of his wits.

"Impossible, impossible! There is no such person as you in the world!"

The bald killer went crazy and rolled around crazily in the back seat of the car.

After finding a grenade, he held it and laughed as if he had found a savior.

"Mom, Fuck, can you prevent this!"

The bald killer pulled the grenade ring and threw it towards Jason.

At this moment, he already had the consciousness of dying together.

But Jason had no fear and even wanted to laugh.

Grenades are simply child's play for him.

This was worse than the punch Jessica gave him when she was acting coquettishly.

Jason took the grenade with a smile and wrapped it with both hands.

The grenade exploded directly in the palm of his hand.

"Any more?" Jason, who was unharmed, stretched out his hand and looked at the bald killer with a smile.

The bald killer is beyond love.

"Oh God, this is impossible!!!"

However, the bald killer's reaction ability is still very fast.

After saying that, he stood up and prepared to run away.

However, Jason reacted quickly, grabbed his neck and pressed his head directly.

"You weren't sent by Kingpin?"

"Why did the boss behind you kill me?"

After listening to what this guy said just now, Jason knew that his employer was someone else.

This got him interested.

It turns out that it was not Kingpin who had been trying to kill him!

Then the reasoning you had with George just now was not a mistake.

This is a mistake.

But that's okay, since what we said about Kingpin is correct anyway.

What's interesting is who wants to kill him and so-and-so.

"Take me to your employer."

"Otherwise you will really die."

Jason was already sitting in the back seat at this moment.

A fiber rope was used to wrap the neck of the bald killer in the driver's seat.

It is made from local materials and is very easy to use.

"No! No! It's Hammerhead, the Russian gang leader."

"I'm taking you there!"

Under the threat of death, the bald killer cooperated very well.

However, ten minutes later, something happened.

The cell phone rang in the car.

"Did you call the police?"

"No! It's your call. The caller's name is Spider...Gwen!"

"Call me."

The enthusiastic bald killer handed the phone to Jason.

"Uh-huh……"

"Jason, I'm sorry for my father's attitude just now..."

Gwen on the other end of the phone was lying on the bed with a nervous expression.

And Jason was also very nervous.

While he was answering the phone, the bald killer took the opportunity to open the door and try to jump out of the car.

When Jason brought him back, he accidentally broke his bald head and the watermelon pulp flew everywhere.

The scene was very brutal and disgusting.

"It's okay, it's my fault."

"What's wrong with you?"

Jason returned to the driver's seat and continued the call as if nothing had happened.

On the other end of the phone, Gwen hesitated for a while, biting her lip to muster up courage.

"Jason, have you agreed to be my dance partner?"

"Yeah." Jason wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Actually, I don't mean anything else. I just made a bet with others that I would have a handsome dance partner..."

"Yeah!"

Facing the mess in the car, Jason couldn't care less about the girl's love at this moment.

He responded to Gwen very perfunctorily and drove towards his destination.

Fortunately, he still remembered the location of the Hammerhead gang.

Soon, he followed the route to a car repair shop.

"Gwen, you can continue my bet with that classmate. I'm very busy now..."

"You mean Kate Bishop? I don't have her phone number..."

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