The Big Devil in the American Comics World

Evening.

At the gate of a remote dock warehouse, two young men were leaning against the car smoking and chatting, and suddenly saw a Lincoln Navigator slowly driving towards the warehouse.

"Stop, this is private territory!"

The two men quickly put out their cigarettes, warned loudly, and put their hands on their waists, obviously ready to draw their guns at any time.

The Lincoln Navigator slowly stopped, then the headlights turned off, and a young and handsome face poked out from the driver's window, "I am Leonardo Victor, and I came here to do business at the request of Mr. Fisk."

"Leonardo Victor?"

The people here obviously received the notice. One of the men in the leather jacket quickly took out his mobile phone, called up the photo for comparison, nodded and said:

"Okay, yes, it's you, Leonardo. Are you here alone?"

"Of course not." Li Xingzhou said: "I also brought an assistant, a great guy who kills people like crazy."

"I hope he is really that great." The man in the leather jacket muttered and pointed to a parking space for Li Xingzhou.

Li Xingzhou parked the car, opened the door and got out. A man nearly two meters tall, with a big frame, but not much flesh on his body, and a bit skinny, came out from the back seat.

The man was wearing a well-fitting suit, polished leather shoes, and a tie. He looked like an elite gang member, but he wore a weird hockey mask on his face and held a machete in his hand.

Well, this guy was Jason.

He ate two "Demon Flesh Erosion" shots from Li Xingzhou, and once became a half-dead skeleton covered with skin.

But Jason was not an ordinary person after all. As an undead demon with self-healing ability, Jason gained a lot of flesh after two days of recuperation. Although he was not as strong as he was in his prime, he at least barely recovered his human form and could move freely.

Li Xingzhou changed him into a suit, a wig, and a new mask and machete, and brought him to be a bodyguard.

He didn't intend to let Jason go on a killing spree.

He just wanted Jason to block the bullet for him when necessary. Li Xingzhou now has the ability to heal himself, so he is not afraid of small-caliber pistols and ordinary cold weapons. But even if he has the ability to heal himself, there is no need for him to go forward and block it, right?

It will hurt if you get stabbed or shot, and it will be embarrassing if your clothes are torn and stained with blood.

Under the guidance of the two guard gunmen, Li Xingzhou took Jason into the warehouse.

On the surface, this is just a storage warehouse with a large number of containers, but in fact, there is another world. Through a secret door, you can reach the secret factory located underground.

This secret factory is also heavily guarded. There are people patrolling with guns outside the warehouse, and there are more than a dozen fully armed gunmen inside. However, this number of people can certainly deal with the attacks of ordinary gangs, but it is too much to deal with Hit-Girl and her father.

Li Xingzhou handed over to the manager of the underground factory, found an administrator's room, and stayed in it with Jason to wait for the opportunity.

The first night was uneventful. Li Xingzhou meditated for half the night. Near midnight, he received a text message from Mariko.

Mariko sent him a photo of her practicing kendo in the hotel gym.

With a tall figure of 177cm, she changed into the traditional Japanese kendo uniform, tied her long hair into a high ponytail, held a wooden sword, and posed in the upper kendo posture. Her sweat-soaked catfish whisker-shaped bangs half covered her eyes. She looked really beautiful and cool.

Li Xingzhou naturally praised her and gave her a thumbs up.

After that, the two chatted with each other on the chat software for a few more sentences. Mariko finally sent him another photo. This time it was a beautiful photo of her taking a bath in a bathtub covered with flower petals. In the photo, Mariko deliberately lifted her long legs out of the water and tightened her snow-white toes, which made Li Xingzhou admire her.

The first night passed like this, and I was ambushed in vain.

The next day was still in vain.

However, he received a call from the Continental Hotel in the morning, informing him that he had passed the identity verification and could go to the Continental Hotel on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan Island to register at any time.

In addition, his customized weapon is almost finished and will be sent to his address in Forest Hills tomorrow morning. The "Thousand Chance Umbrella" designed by Li Xingzhou has complex accessories, and both the craftsmanship and materials are extremely high.

If it were an ancient background in the secular world, even if there were sufficient materials and master craftsmen, it would take at least half a year to complete the work.

But modern society is different.

The Continental Hotel has a strong and professional manufacturing team. In terms of materials, in addition to super metals such as adamantium and vibranium, all kinds of high-end materials are almost available, as well as various efficient and precise manufacturing machines. Even the weapons carefully designed by Li Xingzhou can be completed in just one or two days.

After all, the first version of the "Thousand Chance Umbrella" is not a magic weapon, so it can't be difficult for the manufacturing team of the Continental Hotel.

On the morning of the third day, Li Xingzhou left Jason in the factory and went out temporarily. He returned to Forest Hills and picked up the Thousand Chance Umbrella that had arrived.

When the Qianji Umbrella was first received, it was still in bulk.

Li Xingzhou combined various parts one by one, and finally assembled it into a long-handled black umbrella that looked a bit old-fashioned.

Bang!

He pressed the umbrella handle mechanism, and with a slight sound, the umbrella opened, and the wide umbrella was enough to cover most of Li Xingzhou's body.

The umbrella cover material was the special bulletproof fabric of the Continental Hotel.

This fabric has some black technology components. After being made into a suit, it can be worn on the body to resist the shooting of pistols and even assault rifles at close range, and even the kinetic energy of the bullets is eliminated.

The killers in the mainland hotel put on such a suit, and when necessary, they could cover their faces with the corners of their clothes, and charge hard against bullets. It was simply too amazing.

After testing several functions of the "Thousand Machine Umbrella", Li Xingzhou nodded with satisfaction, put away the umbrella, and drove back to the warehouse beside the dock to continue the task of waiting.

And on this third night, the underground workshop, which had been safe for two nights, finally ushered in the God of Killing.

The time was around eleven o'clock in the evening.

In the administrator's room, Li Xingzhou was meditating and practicing true qi, and Jason was holding a machete and standing motionless by the door, like a sculpture.

Outside, the workers were still busy working, and the gunmen were carrying submachine guns, walking around absent-mindedly as if patrolling. Some even hid in the corner to browse their phones, or even drink and chat.

There was no way, gang members were not special forces after all, and they did not have such strict discipline.

After being on guard for several nights in a row, they still did not see the shadow of the enemy. No matter how elite the gang members were, they would inevitably slack off.

However, at this moment.

The sound of shotgun blasts rang out, and the killing came!

"Big Daddy", dressed like Batman, held a shotgun, strode forward, and fired continuously, and each shot could blow away a gunman.

"Hit-Girl", with purple hair and purple clothes, wearing a black cape and a Zorro-style eye mask, held a gun in one hand and a knife in the other, and launched an attack from another direction with Big Daddy.

Unlike her Big Daddy, who rushed forward like a tank with bulletproof armor.

Hit-Girl was petite, agile and swift. She ran fast inside the factory, leaping and flying, and sometimes slid close to the ground, using various facilities in the factory as cover, and quickly closed the distance with the gang members.

Even in this high-speed moving state, her shooting skills were still accurate, and she could kill a gunman every three shots.

A gunman rushed over and opened fire while she was reloading. If the gunman was using a pistol, she would not even dodge, but would just crouch down and rush towards the gunman head-on, dodging left and right during the sprint, always avoiding the muzzle of the gun just right, so that all the whizzing bullets would miss.

After getting close to the enemy, she could easily cut off the gunman's arm or calf with a casual wave of the sharp samurai sword in her hand, completely destroying the opponent's combat effectiveness.

After that, she did not forget to finish off the opponent, either wiping off the opponent's neck with a knife or piercing the enemy's heart with a knife.

Under the killing spree of this father and daughter, the factory was completely quiet in less than three minutes.

All the gunmen, and even any workers who dared to resist with weapons, were killed and all were destroyed!

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