Super God Login: Start With Marvel

Sighing deeply, Weasel took out a pack of document bags from under the bar.

While returning the file bag to Zou Jin, he explained:

"The ID documents you need, including driver's license, medical records, social security account number, etc., are all in there. As long as you don't be stupid, just bump the IRS in the face, and you can basically fool 99% of the past affairs."

Zou Jin was a little surprised:

"So fast?"

Weasel said meaningfully:

"Small questions like speed, it depends on who is doing the work, you know."

He raised his eyebrows slightly.

Zou Jin definitely understands, facing a character who doesn't know how many BLU-82s are hidden, whoever dares to slack off or artificially set up obstacles will be the sinner of Mei Lijian!

Definitely, these words are also a disguised warning for weasels.

He was telling himself with this not-so-subtle rhetoric that Mei Lijian's top management had already set their eyes on him.

Otherwise, someone else's false certificate would not be able to achieve the special effect advertised by the weasel!

As for the IRS...

Abbreviation for the Tax Service of the United States of America.

Claiming that death and tax payment are the only things that cannot be avoided, build a violent institution!

That's right.

The IRS does have its own armed forces, even mechanized forces, as it appears on the surface.

But Zou Jin scoffed at this.

He has always believed that caliber and equivalent can solve all powerlessness.

Including the matter of paying taxes in Magnesium Lijian!

Put away the file bag.

Zou Jin asked:

"Where has Wade been wandering lately?"

"I don't know. The last time I saw Wade was the day before yesterday. At that time, he looked like a baguette salvaged from a pool of blood! He seemed to have found an underground stronghold related to Francis, and then... you know."

Weasel didn't say too much, shrugged and continued:

"You have to understand that after being suppressed for so long, you should always find a chance to vent your emotions."

Zou Jin understood what the weasel meant.

It's really uncomfortable to be a guinea pig in Francis's terrible institute as the same degenerate people.

After nearly a year of torture, if it weren't for the missing of Vanessa, Wade would still be sane.

Anyone who wants to experience such a thing in person will become a lunatic. Zou Jin himself has suffered for two weeks, and he still has some mental sequelae to this day...

Change it to the old him.

It is absolutely impossible to randomly drop such a big killer as a cloud bomb.

Even if the target is not a human being, even if the victim is not a compatriot, it is not something an otaku can do, even if he Awakening Gold Finger.

The key is……

Afterwards, he can still be so indifferent, even ignoring life and death.

Definitely, Zou Jin is also very sure about his own state.

For him now, continuing to stay in Meilijian is a transfer of crisis in a certain sense.

As for Francis...

That grade of goods...

He is no longer taken seriously, and currently keeping him to play house with Wade is just to harvest more Honkai energy when disturbing the trajectory of fate.

"Forget it, Wade and Francis' make-out party, I won't be bothered for now."

"Is there any information about the high-level Hand Association?"

"I have to take advantage of the opportunity to harvest a few more ninja heads while their fingers are gone."

Lifting a pair of dead fish eyes, the weasel said unhappily:

"Is there any intelligence from the high-level Hand Association! Do you really think that group of bow-legged people don't understand counter-espionage or something?"

"Also, dude..."

"I beg you!"

"I have no objection if you want to trouble those ninjas, but... you really don't take your heads here!"

"Pictures! Get your goddamn iPhone and give decedent some respect! All I want are pictures!"

Without any choice.

Zou Jin had no choice but to agree.

You can't just ignore it and fill the bar with ninja heads with various expressions, right?

Do you want to drink milk here in the future...

It's not that he intends to participate in a Hollywood perverted murderer movie.

"What about other commissions? You know my style, so you want that kind of bloody mission!"

"Gone!"

"Eh?! Didn't you have a stack of commissions a few days ago?"

"Fack! You also talked about a few days ago. The question is, what did you do a few days ago and you didn't count? Which organization or gang dares to commit crimes against the wind? The current button is as quiet as Hell's Kitchen The gunshots are several times sparser!"

Zou Jin was full of regret, and said indignantly:

"The government has to award me a peace medal! Ma De, can such a harmonious social atmosphere be achieved without me as a model of justice?"

The weasel was dumbfounded.

justice?

Such majestic and upright words come out of your mouth, and the taste changes!

Could it be that you mean the justice under the cloud bomb? !

Then really don't!

Can we leave a way for our people to live!

...

The night was dense.

Near the unfinished buildings in the neighborhood of Hell's Kitchen, heavy trucks parked silently on the side of the road without even turning on their lights.

With the help of the dim light from the old street lamps, dozens of strong men opened the rear compartment and each took weapons such as spray guns and automatic rifles.

After getting off the car, the burly men each maintained a straggler formation that was more symbolic than practical, leaving behind a burly man on guard, and then disappeared into the dark darkness of the alley...

The sewage in the roadway is mixed with mud.

He was trampled by Gao Bang's military boots and splashed everywhere.

A strong white man with a body like a cow cursed the bad road conditions, lit a low-quality cigar, and led the team to stop in front of an old rolling shutter door.

According to the shop signs.

This should be the facade of a livestock slaughtering factory.

A whole row passed, and the light boards identifying refrigerated storage, on-site slaughter, retail and wholesale, etc. leaned crookedly against the wall, emitting a faint cold light.

But actually.

In the underground world of knowing goods, the color and arrangement of these lights hide extremely cryptic information.

Unless it is some close customers, outsiders don't know the specific inside story of this place at all.

The strong white man with typical Slavic blood took down the cigar in his mouth but was not willing to throw it away. Instead, he raised his hand and knocked on the door three times rhythmically.

not for a while.

Inside the rolling door, there was a voice asking tentatively:

"who?"

"Vladimir let us pick up the goods!"

"The night is so dark, isn't it appropriate?"

"Don't talk nonsense, there are no fresh goods for more than three days, if you don't supply them, can you still do business?!"

"……Hold on."

Amidst the sound of grinding teeth, the shutter door was pulled up.

A group of people followed the Russian brawny man, carrying various weapons, and walked in.

The interior of the room is not big, with an area of ​​no more than 50 square meters.

On the ceiling, large pieces of pork and beef are dangling on slide rails by iron hooks.

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