Marvel I’m a Cartoonist

Xu Mo took three breakfasts and walked slowly on the streets of Hell's Kitchen. The closer to the residence, the fewer pedestrians.

He put the bag down gently, patrolled around, smiled and said, "Come out, don't hide it."

call--

A black-blade axe was thrown from a corner, and the posture of rapid rotation was full of wind. Then Xu Mo raised his hand like lightning, and directly grasped the position of the handle at an extremely tricky angle.

"The gangster? Sneer."

Xu Mo is also drunk. Since he traveled to the Marvel Universe, no super villain has troubled him. S.H.I.

I saw several young white men in gangster standard suits, with weapons in their hands, Eight Gate, rushing over menacingly.

But this time the gangsters are not like the style in Frank Mansion. There is no nonsense at all. Xu Mo doesn't know what to say because of its fierce look.

Since you are here to die, then go to die.

Xu Mo has a cold face, leaning back slightly, swinging his axe as if throwing a shot, and letting go for an instant.

boom!

The air suddenly exploded, and a circular shock wave threw a dot and surged everywhere.

嗞嗞——

The axe spun with extreme speed in the next second, cutting the air and making a sharp sound, completely turning into a disc and flying straight out like a cannonball, and instantly came to the front of the gang.

Pouch!

The blood was gushing, the human head flew up, and the expression on his face was still that fierce, which was completely beyond the brain's response.

The axe went around in a circle in mid-air like a boomerang and was caught by Xu Mo. He smiled and shook the axe blade with traces of blood stained on it.

"Dead? Is this dead?"

Several gangsters were stunned, and before they could react, their heads were cut off as soon as they appeared on the stage, like ice water falling from their heads, cold and biting.

"He's only one person, let's go together."

One of them was more courageous and quickly steadied his emotions and rushed up, while the others also reacted and were about to rush forward.

There was another "bang", the thug who called just now was hit directly in his stomach, and a stone dragged him backwards and flew out and plunged into the wall. The smashed gravel rolled down, and the blood fell from the pile of dust and rocks. Flowing out.

Another one died.

"Change, mutant, he is a monster!"

The three thugs were broken and fled in panic. They were very clever and ran in three directions.

"Shadow Clone Technique."

"Shadow Clone Technique."

Xu Mo shook his head when he saw it. He didn't need Jieyin at all, so he called three clones to catch up with him.

The next moment, with Superman's speed, he caught the person in just a few seconds, and directly beat him on the spot.

The three thugs only thought they were chasing him. Under the severe pain, it was not that all the hard bones were all out in order to save their lives. In the end, the clone killed the three directly.

"Just cut your hands, is this a colleague?"

As the two Shadow Clone's "puffs" turned into white smoke and disappeared, the information Xu Mo received made him think a little.

This group of thugs are from the Golden Underworld Empire, and the task is required to chop off the target's hands. This is a very strange task.

Xu Mo can only be viewed from peer competition, which is not uncommon in the United States, just as Tony was not brought into the den of terrorists by his greedy uncle, and he has not come out yet.

Interests are moving. The comics of Marvel Comics are now the hegemon of the comics market. It can be said that 70% of the profits are in the pocket, and other companies can only drink soup.

And with the subsequent comics, 90% of the share can be embezzled, and the only thing that can be solved is the original and new-type comics.

Obviously, most comic companies are afraid of losing their money and dare not extend that foot, so some people are moved.

Xu Mo said indifferently to the other clone: ​​"Go and solve it completely."

"Yes."

The clone responded and left the street.

. . . . . . . . .

"Boss Jin Bin, this is a little bit of heart." A chubby white man flatly took out the check and put it on the table, while Edward on the side also smiled.

"Edward, Bane, rest assured, my people are gone." Jin Biao cheerfully smiled at the two sitting on the sofa, took it over calmly, and glanced at the smile on the face of the number above. Same as flowers.

"That's good, alas, business is difficult now, what kind of shit this kid drew can be so popular."

The three people laughed and talked freely, and Bane was even more satirizing Xu Mo's cartoons, but the three of them knew how bad they were, how could they meet today.

"Yeah, it looks just right."

A voice suddenly sounded from the shadows, and the three of them heard their reputation, and the cold black shadow came out as a young man.

"He is Xu Mo!"

Edward's face changed drastically, and he exclaimed.

ps: The rhythm will speed up later.

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