I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

The third choice that Lyon chose is very obvious, that is: don't be a coward, just do it!

He got up suddenly, turned around, and grabbed his right hand!

The big man behind him was holding a gun at his head, but before he could pull the trigger, he was pulled by Leon, blocking his entire body in front of him.

At this moment, gunshots rang out all around!

bang bang bang...

Pupupu, the sound of a series of bullets hitting the human body echoed in Leon's ears.

It's a pity that the person who was shot was not him...

Pushing the corpse that had been beaten into a hornet's nest forward, while blocking the opponent's sight, Leon took the pistol he took and began to harvest life!

boom!

boom!

boom!

One shot, destroy an enemy.

Leon didn't even need to look at it, using his sensitive senses, he had already grasped the positions of all the enemies in the restaurant.

He just stood there, holding the pistol, pulling the trigger in all directions.

Just five seconds later, Leon emptied fifteen bullets from the Boletta M92 magazine in his hand.

At this time, in the entire restaurant, only Wilson Fisk, who was sitting in a chair with a surprised expression, and James Wesley, who was lying on the ground and curled up with his head in his arms to avoid bullets...

With a "pop", Leon slapped the pistol with the empty magazine on the table, then leaned forward with his hands on the table, leaned forward to the ear of Wilson Fiske who was motionless, and said softly, "Now, you only have One option is to do as I say, understand?"

A drop of cold sweat slowly fell from Wilson Fisk's forehead, and finally dripped onto his spotless suit.

Wilson Fisk's heart told him that the man standing in front of him was different from any enemy he had dealt with before!

He doesn't seem to care at all, who the dead soul under his gun is. don't care, these people

Especially seeing the opponent's skills, Wilson Fisk knew that even if he could fight again, he would not be able to escape the trial of a single bullet under the opponent's quick marksmanship.

He is a person who is very aware of current affairs, and also knows that in this situation, his best choice is to cooperate.

"clear."

After getting the answer he wanted, Leon immediately showed a smile, reached out and patted the big fat man's face lightly, "Is that right..."

Sitting back in the chair, Leon tapped the table with his fingers and asked, "Now, tell me, where is Mrs. Gao?"

Hearing this question, for some reason, Wilson Fisk's heart suddenly sighed in relief.

The other party did not come to trouble him.

This is good news for Fisk, who is afraid of the shadow of the opponent's powerful strength.

At least he doesn't have to worry about the other party killing him like this.

Fisk did not ask why the other party was looking for Mrs. Gao.

Knowing Mrs. Gao's name, and knowing the information that he and her are cooperating, is enough to prove that the other party is prepared.

"Her whereabouts are erratic, and she never has a fixed base. Every time we meet, we just make an appointment somewhere."

"Since that's the case, you can help me make a phone call to her, ask her to come here to meet, just say..." Leon lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head with an inexplicable smile:

"An old friend from Kunlun, I want to catch up with her."

Kunlun?

Fisk didn't know what the tongue-in-cheek Chinese word meant, but, obviously, it represented a place name.

Perhaps, this is Madame Gao's enemy from the far east?

Leon didn't give him much time to think, and urged: "Fisk, you can call now."

No way, Fisk had to look at James Wesley standing aside,

He ordered, "Wesley, call Mrs. Gao."

"Uh... yes!"

At this time, I remembered my employer's phone number. James Wesley, who was on his body, also quickly took out his phone and dialed.

The mobile phone with the loudspeaker turned on was placed on the table, and the sound of "di..." connecting.

pat!

At the same time as the call was connected, a female voice that had been through the vicissitudes of life came from the other side:

"Fisk, you should know that this is not the right time."

Hearing the other party's voice, Leon raised his eyebrows and motioned for Fisk to answer.

"Mrs. Gao, I'm sorry to disturb you so late, but it happened so fast that I had to call you."

"What happened?"

Fisk first glanced at Leon, and then said to the phone:

"I have a... friend here, and he asked me to tell you: an old friend from Kunlun, I want to catch up with you..."

Hearing the familiar name "Kunlun" from Fisk's mouth, Mrs. Gao, who was on the other end of the phone, was shocked!

Since she left Kunlun, Mrs. Gao has not heard about "Kunlun" for nearly ten years.

At this time, who will come to her?

Could it be that Kunlun finally chose a new Iron Fist and sent him to New York in order to hunt him down?

Thinking of this possibility, she couldn't help but ask with a little urgency in her tone, "What does he look like, is he a man or a woman? Age..."

Without waiting for Fisk to answer, Leon picked up the mobile phone on the table, pointed to the mobile phone, and said in standard Mandarin that could no longer be standard:

"Mrs. Gao, come and see for yourself, don't you know..."

Suddenly hearing such fluent Chinese, Mrs. Gao was taken aback and asked quickly, "Who are you?"

"I said, I'm from Kunlun."

This sentence made Mrs. Gao more certain that the other party was the one sent by Kunlun to hunt her down.

"I'm waiting for you at XX restaurant, waiting for your visit..."

After saying this, Leon hung up the phone.

On the other side, Mrs. Gao returned the mobile phone to her subordinate who was standing aside, and then immediately ordered: "Get the car, call Master, let's go to a place."

Twenty minutes later...

Several Mercedes-Benz cars, carrying Mrs. Gao and more than a dozen men, came to the outside of the restaurant.

Looking at the door of the unguarded restaurant, Mrs. Gao couldn't help frowning, realizing that it was not as simple as "reminiscing".

When Mrs. Gao stepped into the restaurant hall and saw Leon's appearance, even she who had lived for 400 years and was used to seeing big winds and waves couldn't help showing a hint of surprise.

Leaning on crutches, Mrs. Gao stepped over a corpse lying on the floor, walked leisurely not far from the center of the restaurant, and stood still.

Leon sat on the chair, stretched out his right hand, and signaled in Mandarin: "Please, you're welcome, just sit down."

Holding a chair under her hand and putting it behind her, Mrs. Gao sat down.

She looked at Leon quietly, and after a while, she said:

"You look different from what I imagined. Also, your Mandarin is very good."