Super God Login: Start With Marvel

That familiar alley, Zou Jin has just stepped into it.

I saw two familiar figures walking out of Sister Margaret's bar, and then quickly left from the other side of the alleyway.

"Sacibriano, Francis...."

Seeing the two leave with a strange smile, Zou Jin didn't feel much about seeing Francis and that bear-like woman.

I really want to say something...

That may be impatient...  

He had at least prepared dozens of surgical plans for Francis, and it would be bad to waste them.

Step into Sister Margaret's Bar.

As soon as he entered the door, Zou Jin keenly noticed that the atmosphere of the bar today is very weird.

Usually there are harmonious fights, drinking, billiards and poker games here, but there is never a day when it is as silent as it is now.

The mercenaries gathered together in small groups, whispering about something...

Holding all kinds of firearms in his hand, it is obviously not in line with the safety code of behavior in Sister Margaret's bar, but the weasel has not responded yet!

I'm too lazy to think about it.

Zou Jin came to the bar and found the weasel.

"What happened here?"

"You came in time, you're in big trouble...

Seeing the arrival of the Lord, the weasel looked serious and said:

"To be precise, you and Wade are in big trouble!"

"Francis, who was choreographed by you and Wade before, just showed up with a female version of Stallone and made a big fuss in the bar!"

"Just to find out Wade's whereabouts, unfortunately...... Wade is not dead, they should know."

Recalling Francis' Sima face, and the female Mutant (doubtful) named Gina, the smile on Zou Jin's face suddenly became more friendly.

"See the guys in the hands of those old folks....Because they were there, those people didn't dare to mess around too much, but...they took away the photo of Wade and Vanessa! "

behind the weasel.

It was a photo wall, and the mercenaries would post their photos on it.

In most cases, the photos on it are equivalent to the last traces of mercenaries in this world, and they are things that will not be taken down even after death.

"It looks like they can't find Wade, and they plan to go fishing with Vanessa, and Wade loves it."

Hearing Zou Jin's judgment, Weasel looked bitter:

"Me too, just had a phone call with Wade, hope it's still there.

The two fell into silence, both thinking about other things in their hearts...

Zou Jin thought more, after a while, Zou Jin asked:

"Weasel, have you heard the X-Men message?"

"X-Men?"

Although he didn't understand why Zou Jin asked this, Weasel still tried his best to remember.

"I've heard it vaguely, and it's said to be a Mutant organization dedicated to peace."

"The main active period is from the 1960s to the 1990s..."

"It has long since disappeared, at least this bar has not been mentioned for decades.

"Perhaps, it's just a myth made up by some oppressed Mutants.

Zou Jin frowned.

Some kind of extremely bad premonition welled up in my heart.

That kind of feeling, called leeks in the leek field, has been smashed a long time ago...

"Don't tell me you're still counting on the X-Men to help you two Mutant fakes?"

Obviously.

In Weasel's cognition, both himself and Wade belong to Mutant created by technology and hard work.

"Just take it as it is..."

Zou Jin looked downcast.

The question and answer with Weasel solved Shin's confusion.

In recent days, waves have been flying everywhere in New York, and Zou Jin has not forgotten to inquire about the information of the underground world.

Mutant obviously exists, but no one has heard of X-Men, Brotherhood, Hellfire Club and other organizations, and when they even specialize in intelligence, those people thought that Zou Jin was an avid fan of superhero comics.

TAM......

very unreasonable...

The only explanation is that those familiar Mutant organizations... all disappeared!

To put it another way, the current timeline is likely to be the timeline after the mutant gene of Mutant has been completely wiped out by genetically modified food!

Here comes the problem.

Without the assistance of Colossus and Warhead.

What's Wade going to do with Francis? Talk about it!?

More importantly, without the Mutant plot line [How many leeks does Zou Jin have to lose!?

He sat there sullenly for a long time, not even in the mood to drink his favorite milk.

After a long time.

When the weasel was about to close the door.

Wade's phone rings in.

The phone was connected, and a furious roar came from the mobile phone that was deliberately adjusted to the public release mode:

"Fack! Fack!"

"That shit smashed, he really got Vanessa!"

"Get me a weapon, weasel, I'm going to fuck that shitty ass off!"

The weasel's face twitched, and he hurriedly said:

"Wait, Wade, I know you're angry, but don't be angry, calm down, OK!?"

"Shet!"

Wade's snarl has started to go out of tune, almost screaming:

"I'm very calm! I'm so calm that if Francis dares to appear in front of me, I will cut off his buttocks and stuff them into his brain! The kind that must be connected to the gut!"

Zou Jin was full of disgust.

The weasel leaned back slightly.

Sorry, Wade's description is too graphic.

"Hang up, see you at your house!"

After saying that, Wade hung up directly.

Weasel didn't have time to clean up the discordant images in his mind, so he panicked and said:

"Fuck, Wade doesn't have the keys to my house! That idiot, won't he smash my house down?"

"Relax dude, you know Wade's temper, the most he can do is blow up your house."

Zou Jin just the right amount of comfort.

weasel︰....……

"Mommy Falk, it's too late to beep (Lee's) again, I hurry up..."

The weasel hurried out, and Jin followed suit.

Now that the plot line has reached the time to close the net, Zou Jin definitely does not intend to let go.

"Calm down honey, I'm having a hard time getting a decent place in New York! Calm down Wade and!"

In a certain house, the weasel is trying to persuade Wade to calm down.

He was worried that Wade would run away and really blow up his house.

"Fack! Where are your weapons, I want them all!!!"

Wade punched hard, the plaster on the wall was cracked, and the broken finger bones on the face of the fist were also healing rapidly.

"OK! It's okay to want whatever you want, I'll find it for you right away...but please Wade, don't blow up my house!"

The weasel didn't dare to continue beeping, and hurriedly prepared weapons.

If you don't go, you can't do it. If you keep delaying, Wade might really start to go berserk.