The ghostly brave man mixed in American comics

At half-past six in the evening, Lance had prepared dinner for today.

Max and Tom were already on the table, waiting for the chicken soup that had been boiling for hours to be served.

"Haha~Chicken soup is coming

~" "Wow~" "Meow~"

Tom and Max cheered together, and the aroma of chicken soup continued to enter the noses of the two during this time, and they were almost unable to bear it.

"Come, give me the bowl, I'll help you hold a bowl." Lance reached out, took the two bowls handed by Max, picked up the spoon and prepared to hold the chicken soup.

After the chicken soup of the two and one cat was divided, they were ready to enjoy tonight's meal, and Tom couldn't wait to eat Lance on the table.

After reaching out to remove a fish bone from its head, Lance sat down, feeling that cooking a hearty meal was much more tiring than fighting.

"Huh?"

Lance just took the bowl's hand, and instantly dropped and threw himself at Max, who was preparing to pick up the dishes.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a truck directly smashed the outer wall of the House of Everything and rushed in, unstoppably knocking everything in the hall to pieces.

"Boom!" It wasn't until the whole car went straight into the House of Everything that it stopped.

The first floor of the House of Everything has been completely destroyed, and the ground is littered with mutilated wooden planks and debris.

At this moment, Lance has carried the terrified Max back to the room, and the stairs have been smashed, so now he can only jump down from the second floor and look at the truck that has not entered it, and his face has become very ugly.

At this time, the door behind the truck had opened, and eleven or two strong men jumped out of it, carrying knives in their hands, and when they saw Lance, they howled and rushed over, as if they wanted to unload him.

“mother fucker！"

Lance cursed angrily, and he knew it wasn't an accident!

The momentum on his body instantly exploded, his eyes stared at these people sharply like eagle falcons, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

"Ugh!"

Lance raised his foot and kicked a fat man in the abdomen, and suddenly the person flew out screaming, the fat flesh on his body in mid-air was still shaking, blood spurted out wildly, and he directly rolled on the ground three times before fainting directly.

He started relatively lightly, at least three ribs of this goods were to be broken, and the other six people saw this scene, did not retreat, and roared again and slashed towards the Lansti knife.

Lance's figure was slightly sideways, and he grabbed the wrist of the bald black man and pulled it slightly, "Click!" The bone broke directly, and he reached out and took the back of the broken machete knife and slapped the other person's greasy fat face.

Then grabbed the wrist of the bald black man and smashed it at the other person, and the huge weight combined with Lance's strength combined to smash the two people out in an instant, falling to the ground and unable to get up again.

The attacks of the others also failed, but they did not give up and once again swung their weapons towards Lance.

Lance sneered, stepped forward, left leg slightly forced, the whole person soared into the air and rotated in a circle, and then the right calf kicked the enemy's cervical spine, and a sharp pain spread throughout the body and suddenly made him faint.

Then Lance is like a killing machine, invincible, these thugs can't block his blow at all, knock them all unconscious, and throw them all in a pile.

Walked to the front of the car, took out the driver who had been knocked out and threw it on the ground, and looked at these people indifferently.

Tom also ran over angrily at this time, and he didn't drink a single bite of chicken soup that he had been waiting for for a long time! These people are so abominable!

Before Lance could wake them up, a Chevrolet Suburban stopped them with a brake turn.

The person who came down was Falsworth, who had visited them this afternoon, and when he saw that the ground was full of people, he couldn't help but frown and ask: "What happened to them?"

"I didn't do anything to them, I just fell asleep." After Lance casually said a perfunctory sentence, his eyes looked at the ground like a sharp blade: "The efficiency of S.H.I.E.L.D. seems to be similar to that of the police in New York, it seems that I chose not to join correctly."

The words with a gun and a stick made Falsworth frown, but instead of seizures, he shook his head and said: "I don't know what the reason is for these people." "

Oh? So what is the purpose of your visit? You come in the afternoon, I will be attacked in the evening, and you will appear again after the end? Lance narrowed his eyes.

"Mr. Lance, take it easy, I have no ill will towards you, even if you did not join S.H.I.E.L.D., I just heard that your office was attacked, and I wanted to see if there was anything I could do to help." Falsworth, who was patiently explaining, reluctantly explained.

In fact, she didn't want to come, but in the afternoon, her chief personally called and tried everything to recruit him, and the helpless Falsworth had to readjust his strategy.

After listening to the agent monitoring him report that a large truck had rushed into the House of Everything, she immediately rushed over, maybe she could help, but she was still one step late, and even made his impression of S.H.I.E.L.D. worse.

Lance snorted coldly: "Ms. Falsworth, do you know what I hate the most?" I hate threats and deception the most, and other people's calculations about me, you can leave, I don't need your handouts, I can solve these troubles myself.

Falsworth's lips opened slightly when he heard this, and he was just about to continue speaking, but Lance spoke again: "You don't need to say any more, this matter has nothing to do with you, I will find out everything behind this." "

Well," Falsworth sighed helplessly and turned to leave.

Lance stood in place and fell silent, a cold cold light flashed in the depths of his eyes, and his head was slightly sideways: "Tom, have you found anything?" "

[They all have the same smell on them.

Tom's eyes glow a dark blue in the night sky.

"Huh? Are you sure? "

[OK! My sense of smell has always been very sensitive, I can feel the smell on them, and the same smell appeared on you today.

Tom's expression suddenly became very serious: [So who did you meet when you went out today?] "

It doesn't seem to be?" I went to buy a dish? Lance looked puzzled. He didn't encounter anything abnormal, and he didn't offend anyone.

[Impossible, you must have met someone, and you are not an ordinary person. Tom's tone was still very determined.

Lance thought for a long time, and suddenly had an idea, and thought of a possibility: "When I went grocery shopping today, I met a strange pair of men and women, maybe it is related to them?" "

[Well, it's quite possible... If you think about it again, what they look like, height, figure, age, etc., everything can be described in detail.

Touching his chin and thinking for a while. Lance's mind quickly came up with the figure of the two and began to tell Tom: "The man is about one meter eight, thin in size, purple eyes and hair, combed with a large back, it seems that the accent is not American, and there is a purple tie inside the black suit." "

The woman is one meter seven meters tall, her eyes and hair are brown, by the way, she seems to be called Jessica, wearing a white slip dress and a pair of black boots underneath, that's probably all."