The ghostly brave man mixed in American comics

Peaceful days have been quietly passing.

On this day, the sun is just right, the fresh air is blowing in the face, and the gentle wind blows the branches, giving people a slightly cool feeling.

Lance slept on a lounge chair in the doorway, enjoying the sensation of the sun hitting her skin.

Since moving to a new home, there hasn't been much change in the past week, except for a more harmonious relationship with Damiani.

There were no new mandates, and no long-sighted people came to ask for trouble, including S.H.I.E.L.D. did not come to disturb his life.

So that his days these days are quite comfortable, comfortable and even a little lazy.

But the reality is often that the more you don't want something to happen, the more it happens.

"Lance! Have your phone! A voice came from Max in the house, waking Lance from his dream.

"Who? Will you call at this time? Lance asked, rubbing her eyes.

"I don't know, it's an unfamiliar number, and I want to find you by name."

"Oh? Could it be one of my admirers? Lance asked a little strangely, then got up from the recliner and walked into the room to pick up the landline microphone.

"I'm Lance... Feed? Feed? "I didn't hear any sound on the phone next to my ear, and I looked at what was displayed on the landline, and it was indeed on the call.

"If I don't talk anymore, I'll hang up!"

"My brother... My baby...... We will spill your blood all over this land, and we will - blood debts and blood will be paid! There was a cold, deep voice from the other side of the microphone.

"Who are you?" Lance frowned a little solemnly and turned to look at the street outside.

It was still calm, there were no shootings and robberies.

The man seemed very agitated, and roared hoarsely: "We have found your traces, soon we will catch up... You'd better pray that you can evade our pursuit, or we'll tear you apart, cut your flesh piece by piece and throw your corpse..."

Lance decisively hung up the phone, too lazy to listen to the other party's threats and nonsense, anyway, ask what others don't say, why make yourself more bad?

"Lance, has something happened?" Max saw that Lance's face was not quite right, and walked up to him with some concern.

Lance waved his hand: "It's okay, it's just a harassing phone call!" "

Really?" Max was still a little skeptical.

Lance smiled, reached out and touched her head without answering the question, turned his head to look out the window, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked thoughtful.

"What are you thinking? So out of the ordinary.

"Nothing, what to eat for lunch today?" Lance, who didn't want to answer, diverted the subject.

"Today! Eat my newfound goulash with potatoes today! And minced eggplant! A somewhat excited Max immediately forgot what had just happened, and she was interested in Chinese food recently.

Dragging Max into the kitchen, Lance walked out of the House of Everything and lifted Tom who was lying on the small table next to the recliner and shook it, which was now kneaded like a soft mud ball.

"Hey! Wake up man, we're coming to life. Lance, who was slapping his ass hard, leaned over to his ear.

After hearing this, Tom finally opened his eyes and stuck out his tongue, looking like he hadn't woken up yet.

[What live?]

"Someone just called me and threatened me, saying that they would make me pay in blood."

[And this?] Tom suddenly became energetic and began to wave his paws, looking eager to try.

Looking at its appearance, Lance knew what it was thinking, and Tom, who had been silent for a few days, also felt a little bored.

"But I don't know who they really are, so you must follow Max well during this time to avoid accidents!" Placing Tom on the table, Lance's tone was very serious and unquestionable.

Although he had never seen the appearance of that gang, he could judge from the other party's voice that this group of people was definitely a group of bloodthirsty and brutal people.

[Don't worry, Lance. I'll protect Max, so what are you going to do? Tom patted his chest and swore with his blue eyes shining with wisdom.

"Some nearby places that are more suitable for attack or observation are most likely controlled by people from S.H.I.E.L.D., so there will be no problems for the time being."

"I'll be wandering around Harlem tonight to see if I can hang the gang." Lance pondered for a moment before speaking out his plan.

It's a stupid approach, but if they are sure that they are their target, then hanging around alone at night alone will definitely not spare themselves.

......

If Hell's Kitchen has the highest crime rate in the city, Harlem, next to Hell's Kitchen, has the second highest crime rate in the city.

This is a gathering area of certain ethnic groups, and it is also a famous crime area in the history of the city.

The way to wear pants hanging under the butt and exposed panties is popular from here.

Eleven o'clock in the evening.

Lance wandered the streets alone, where there were three or five people on almost every corner, standing idle.

If it weren't for the occasional laugh with those white teeth, Lance wouldn't have been able to see them.

These gangsters stared at the pedestrians with a lewd look, their eyes wandering around, as if they were looking for their own target.

"Hey, have you heard, there has been a very powerful black boxer in Harlem's underground black boxing ring recently, and I heard that this guy is the most powerful black boxing king ever! One move to kill the tower in seconds, simply not too terrifying!

"Really fake? I don't believe that guy is that good!

"Of course it's true, if you don't believe it, you can go and see it!" I watched him defeat the Tower! The

street corner gathered to talk about the local underground boxing fight, and it happened that Lance who was passing by heard and caught his attention.

"Tower?" Lance raised an eyebrow, this man he had bumped into before when boxing.

Is a very burly, fierce-looking strong man, up to two meters tall, but since he was defeated by himself, he left Brooklyn, but he didn't expect to run to Harlem again?

Just as Lance was thinking, a black youth suddenly ran over, grabbed Lance by the shoulders and dragged him into the side alley.

"Boy, hand over all your money!" The black youth's tone was very arrogant, even threatening, and he pointed one hand in his pocket to him, indicating that he had a gun in his hand.

Some speechless looked at the person in front of them, and they were a gangster who didn't know the height of the sky, and thought it would be the person who called today.

Lance, who suddenly felt a little disappointed, raised his hand and punched him in the stomach, the man flew out backwards without saying anything, and the pistol he bought with bankruptcy was directly deformed by his hammer.

Lance didn't even want to take a second look at the unconscious man, so he walked straight out of the alley and continued to wander aimlessly by himself.

After walking around for two hours, I didn't find anything special except for a few waves of gangsters who didn't have long eyes.

"Could it be that those people are scaring me?" Lance was a little skeptical.

"Whew~"

A cool breeze blew through, and a dangerous aura shrouded the surroundings, as if there were a pair of cold eyes staring at him, which made him stop, squint his eyes and start looking around.