I want to be the overlord when I transform into Marvel

At 7:30 the next day, on the old yellow school bus heading to school, President Maya, the old god in blue and white plaid uniforms, was sitting on his own exclusive seat.

Well, it’s the single seat in the first row behind the driver. You can get close to the window to see the scenery, and it’s also very close to the car door. It’s very convenient to get in and out of the car! Ever since Maya became the president of the student union, no one has dared to compete with her for this feng shui.

The throne!

However, she was not in a daze at this time, but was carefully eavesdropping on the conversations of other students in the car. Snakes have their own paths, and rats have their own holes, and these students born in Hell's Kitchen all have their own sources of information.

"Have you heard? Last night at the Butcher's Bar in Block 40, I had a blast! Sixty or seventy people died, sixty or seventy people!!" It was the little freckled Arthur who was the first to shout excitedly.

"Is this true? When did it happen?"

Since I joined the club, Andrew is no longer addicted to the Little Overlord learning machine, and seems to be studying the president to save money to buy adult magazines for Gucci?!

Well, I wanted to bring some clothes and food to my mother, but now I am much silent. It is rare that I am so excited today that I take the initiative to ask questions.

"At around 12 o'clock last night, Andrew, you don't know! Last night, the whole 40th Street was like setting off firecrackers, crackling, crackling, crackling, and gunshots rang out for most of the night! Various grenade rockets destroyed half of the street! I followed

you say......"

This Arthur was obviously bragging. Didn’t President Maya, the mastermind behind the scenes, know what happened last night? It didn’t take more than a minute from the sound of gunshots to the end of the incident. God made such a loud noise.

In the middle of the night, no one stepped out of the Butcher Bar during the whole process, and half the street was blown up? It seems that this little freckle is also very unreliable!

Sure enough, after hearing what Arthur said, someone in the car had already retorted, "Arthur, you're such a shame! I live near 40th Street, and I heard the gunshots last night from beginning to end, and it didn't last more than 10 minutes."

!There are no grenades, rockets or anything like that. I checked it out in the morning and there wasn’t even a street light broken on the street!”

Being given a well-founded rebuttal in person, Arthur also felt that he was losing face, and retorted loudly: "Tuke, you little brat, you know nothing! I have an uncle who is the policeman in the neighborhood, and he told me this personally.

, Sixty-eight people died! He counted clearly, sixty-eight people in total! With so many people dead, the battlefield must be fierce and cruel. How could there be such a large number of casualties without powerful weapons? "

"Yes, yes! What Arthur said makes sense! Even if so many people died and the neighborhood was destroyed, it wouldn't be surprising!" All the students nodded in agreement, Arthur.

"Sure enough, there is no good end for being a gangster. Sixty or seventy people died in a mere fight for one block. It's so tragic! The president must have had the foresight!" said a certain classmate A with a look of reverence.

Look at the president.

"Yes! Mr. President, you saved the lives of dozens of classmates in one fell swoop. That's great!" Classmate B agreed.

"You guys are a bunch of scoundrels! When has Mr. President made a mistake? When was he not wise?" Classmate C said in a very loud voice, hoping that someone would pay attention to him.

At this time, Andrew couldn't stand listening anymore and quickly asked: "Arthur, who was responsible for the shootout on 40th Street yesterday?"

"It was Marion, the hemp seller on 39th Street, and the Russians from the Upper West Side. They made an appointment at the Butcher's Bar. Everyone nearby knew it. We didn't dare to go out last night!" Before Arthur could reply, the black boy Tuke

Barrett interjected.

"So the people in Marion were all wiped out? Those Slavs were all soldiers of the former Soviet Union. The United States, which came to the United States after the collapse of the Soviet Union in 1991, developed in just two years. It is really strong!" Andrew analyzed

He is very sensible and far-sighted.

"This, this, I don't know. I was hiding at home last night, how dare I go out to check? Isn't that asking for death? I guess that's the case, I'm afraid everyone in Marion is dead. But it's not bad, you can fight

Losing a dozen Russians is not a loss!" Tuk chirped.

After hearing this, Arthur immediately turned pale and said sarcastically: "You are still too young and naive, and your information is too limited!"

After saying this, Arthur carefully looked around, and then lowered his voice and said: "I tell you quietly, Marion is not simple, very not simple! He is a very special mental patient, Marion has a very special

The terrifying second personality! That second personality will only emerge and take over his body when he is in the most danger! Now it has spread on the road, and Marion has also received a new nickname: Sleeping Marion!"

Seeing that all the classmates were still looking like black question marks, Arthur had to explain in detail: "Yesterday's battle was very fierce, and according to the form, it was indeed very unfavorable to Marion's side. Because of Marion, well, ahem, because of the great and wise Han

President Mori, Marion did not recruit cannon fodder from our school at all...but, the result was..."

...

"The result is quite unexpected, Owsley? Do you have anything to explain?"

In a modern high-end penthouse apartment, a wrinkled old Chinese lady stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the 32nd floor with a cane. She was bathed in the warm golden light of the morning sun and looked at the noisy and bustling morning view of Manhattan, feeling faintly

He said to the red-haired Wolverine who was kneeling on the ground.

The "Wolverine" who seemed to have a fierce look on his face was so frightened at the moment that he didn't even dare to raise his head.

"Mrs. Gao, it's my fault this time! But that Marion is too cunning, weird, and very sinister. He first lied that he wanted peace talks and was willing to give up the fight for the drug business on 39th Street, so that we could be careless.

Regardless of his younger brother's life or death, he turned against Lanskahov at the negotiation table and killed him. What's even more terrifying is that he, he, he can actually dodge bullets, less than 10 meters away, less than 10 meters away

Ah! Instead of dodging one or two people, there were more than a dozen people shooting at the same time! Shooting at the same time, even the brick wall was smashed to pieces, but he didn't hurt a single hair!"

The old Chinese lady turned her head and looked at Owsley who was full of fear. She did not make any comment, but asked lightly: "Langley, where are your steel claws?"

Langley Osley was stunned for a moment, then looked down at his empty arm, and then said bitterly after a while: "Mrs. Gao, I, I... saw Marion using a small dagger.

, after piercing the hearts of 18 strong men in just ten seconds, I, I..."

"Have you given up the dignity of a warrior and lost the courage to fight with Marion? That's right. When you accepted Marion's charity and escaped alone, you no longer deserve to wear that weapon. Lan

Li, are you useless?!"

Listening to the plain, uneventful voice of the old lady opposite, Ousley lowered his head resignedly and waited for the arrival of the sharp sword that pierced his skull.

Mrs. Gao circled around the kneeling Osley twice. Finally, her right hand holding the head of the staff made no other movements. She just said calmly: "Langley, you are no longer a soldier. Take off your armor and become a civilian."

Come on! From now on, you will be responsible for taking care of the accounts of the New York flour business!"

"Yes, Mrs. Gao! There will no longer be steel-clawed owls, only Langley Ousley!"