I want to be the overlord when I transform into Marvel

Hearing Jennifer's cry, President Maya opened her eyes in confusion and responded vaguely.

She felt her head was a little heavy, so she reached out and touched it, and it was indeed surprisingly hot. Maya made a rough estimate and estimated that it was close to 39 degrees.

With a sigh, Maya patted her little face and managed to cheer up. Then she looked down at her little feet placed on the pen holder. Well, it's okay! The color has become much more normal, not as blue, purple, red and swollen as before.

Maya picked up a roll of white bandages from the box and wrapped it around her little foot.

This roll of bandages is not ordinary goods, but the Bronze 4 items produced by the system are not the kind of ordinary goods without grade. Maya spent several hundred influence points to buy this from the black market a few days ago.

At that time, there was also a kunai made of chakra metal, which Maya was very excited about. But she had just bought a bandage, and she really couldn't afford a kunai. And a few days ago, a black shop sold a copy of Shikamaru's shadow binding skill.

Card, she just gave up the kunai.

All in all, this bandage is really a high-end product.

After being bandaged, Maya could no longer wear small leather shoes and had to put on a pair of looser flat shoes.

Although her foot was injured, her head had a high fever, and she had been busy all night with almost no sleep last night. Maya still had no intention of asking for leave, and she had no intention of letting Jennifer and the others know about her injury.

Because last night, Maya killed a total of 8 people! Although they were all scum, the purpose of killing was to rescue the abducted people, and even Maya herself was not an ordinary girl, but after all, this was what Maya had done in her two lifetimes combined.

The first murder!

It's not killing chickens, it's not fighting, it's killing! Maya feels very uncomfortable now. It's not that she regrets killing those eight gangsters, it's just a natural psychological discomfort.

In her previous life, Maya was not an urban special forces soldier. Now she still needs a lot of time to adjust her state of mind.

What happened last night will definitely make Bloody Rose Frank Gades burst into laughter.

As the overlord of Hell's Kitchen, Frank will also frantically search for the real murderer last night. Through the information about Frank obtained in these days, Maya analyzed that Frank is really a very cunning and cautious person, so Maya cannot expose him.

A little flaw.

Frank obtained high-level asylum by providing drugs to the upper class; he expanded his territory through drug smuggling from various parts of South America such as Mexico and Argentina. Even the smuggling docks were carefully arranged in more hidden places.

The shores of Jersey City.

At this moment, Frank, even if he has not returned to the United States, will definitely deploy manpower to search for anything suspicious around him.

And President Maya is quite a celebrity in this place. She never misses classes. If she suddenly says that she is injured and sick, she needs to take leave. Even though she is still a little girl, according to common sense, you should not doubt her.

But, what if? What if Frank doesn’t act according to common sense?

Therefore, President Maya endured both physical and psychological torture, but still got on the yellow leather school bus to school.

"Andrew, have you heard? At least eight people died in the Hudson River yesterday." A freckled-faced boy behind Maya's seat secretly said to Andrew next to him.

"Fake Squid, don't interrupt my reading. Hasn't there ever been a death in the Hudson River?" Andrew, who carefully opened the "90 Tank" strategy magazine, said in annoyance.

Damn, do you want to buy a Nintendo too? You have to work and save money for several weeks, right? Forget it, let’s go to Cook’s house to play.

"Damn, I'm telling you... Hey, Andrew, are you listening? Shit! 90 Tank still reads the strategy guide, are you mentally retarded?!" The freckled face saw that Andrew ignored him and kept staring at the shabby magazine.

Look, I can't help but laugh.

"You are so stupid. I want to pass the level with only one life. You know how to play. Each level has some special positions. You can pass the level without any damage by sticking your tank there. I have now studied the third level.

"No, I don't have a game console right now, so I can only study it through the maps in magazines!" Andrew also shouted back angrily.

Jamal on the side interjected: "Andrew, why don't you like coding maps by yourself?"

Andrew glanced at his younger brother with disdain, "Like you, directly surrounding your hometown with white bricks? I think next time you might as well just pile up a circle of white bricks at your birthplace, so that other tanks can also attack your people.

Less than.”

Jamal held his fingers in his mouth and thought for a moment, "Andrew, you have a good idea!"

Andrew…

The freckled face was annoyed that the two Andrew brothers had been ignoring him, and he said directly: "You two, do you know whose person died last night? It was Frank's person, Bloody Rose Frank, the one who always kills people before killing someone.

The New York gangster who gives someone a rose!!!"

At this time, not only Brother Andrew, but also other people on the school bus, all exclaimed together, and then started talking to each other.

President Maya, who was meditating with his eyes closed, kept frowning while listening to their discussion. After enduring it for a long time, he still asked: "Arthur, do you know why they were killed?"

Freckle-faced Arthur heard the president asking the question, and the freckles on his face turned red with excitement, "President Hansen, I didn't expect you to care about this matter! But that's right, only people like you can

Only such a wise person can realize what consequences this incident will bring to the people in this area. Mr. President is worthy of..."

"Arthur, don't talk nonsense! Tell me what you know. Why were Frank's people killed?" President Maya directly interrupted Arthur's flattery. She now urgently wants to know the trapped people on the boat.

What's going on now?

Arthur's flattery slapped the horse's leg, and he said squeakingly: "This, this, Mr. President! Actually, I don't know why."

Seeing that President Maya seemed a little angry, Arthur immediately continued: "However, I have a cousin who works at the dock, and he was on the night shift last night. From what he said, it seems like human trafficking?! It's nothing at all.

The big thing is, I guess someone is seeking revenge and deliberately messing up Frank's business."

After listening to Arthur's words, Maya became even more angry: There are dozens of her compatriots in there, is it not a big deal?

But Maya didn't lose her temper with Arthur. Arthur and the others didn't take this matter seriously because they couldn't empathize with it at all. Maya couldn't force these Americans to be like herself, a white-skinned and yellow-hearted egg man.

At this moment, Manhattan's xxx pier, where the accident occurred, was the ship Mary-889.

The police in New York have set up a cordon, and at the same time, seven or eight journalists are surrounded by yellow cordon.

At this time, the sun had just risen, and the river surface was shrouded in a majestic and faint golden light. The river ships in the distance slowly passed under the bridge connecting Jersey City and Manhattan. The dusk mist dispersed, and the sky passed across

Birds fly, and the city gradually reveals its outline, like a giant beast raising its head in the morning light.

An old police officer with some gray hair was questioning a young patrolman.