The God of Injustice in Marvel

Originally, Leon thought about poisoning these four guys. After all, night was the normal working time for criminals.

These bastards are clearly not social members at first glance, they don’t even have a serious society!

It really doesn't look like he's capable of doing big things.

Unexpectedly, these guys are not very good at it, but they have good taste!

He actually ran away!

This and this, although it is not impossible to catch up, Leon belongs to the chaotic and orderly camp after all, at least that is what he thinks~

What can we do if we really catch up?

killed?

There's no need! He's not really a murderer or has some mental illness or something.

A beating?

Five years old?

You can't do it!

Therefore, Leon could only watch these four boys run away with a depressed look.

Anyway, he was wearing a Rorschach mask, so he couldn't tell that he was depressed.

I was in a bad mood and simply left.

I just thought about using my dance skills at full speed and going home at full speed to sleep.

The woman in red behind her unexpectedly spoke.

"Hi!"

Um?

Leon turned back. Are you not afraid of me now? As a doctor, it is reasonable for me to carry dissection tools with me!

Please respect me, please!

"Well...thank you for saving me!"

It seemed that she realized that Leon really had no ill intentions, and was probably just an ordinary transvestite or some other abnormal person. In short, it was a fact that Leon saved her.

"I'm Barbara."

Only then did Leon take a closer look at this "weak woman" who stayed up late at night and pretended to be Wang Zuxian.

Brown, with gorgeous appearance. Dark blond hair, big waves. He is wearing a red short-sleeved shirt with dark plaid on his upper body, black denim shorts on his lower body, and black open-toed high heels.

I'm looking at this makeup look and this metallic style satchel.

Just came out of the bar?

So, here comes the question: Digging... is not!

How could a normal person be on the streets of Hell's Kitchen at this hour?

Lyon?

Is Leon considered a normal person?

…

Perhaps it was the silence and looking up and down that made the woman who called herself Barbara finally remember that the person in front of her was a weird and weird guy.

Taking two steps back, Barbara looked at Leon.

"I'm a doctor!"

The sudden self-introduction startled the woman. She quickly put her satchel across her body.

"Liszt. Freud."

"You can call me Dr. Lister!"

“Let’s learn more about plastic surgery. The doctors in our hospital are strong and the prices are fair. We have won the sixth prize in fire safety training and have advanced experience in litigating eight patients’ families at the same time and winning the lawsuit.”

"First-rate advertising! Second-rate decoration! Third-rate equipment!"

"I serve patients with sincerity, and you test the advertising with efficacy!"

"Professional medical beauty! Let you be a man with dignity!"

…

He spoke eloquently for more than twenty seconds, which was considered revenge for being choked just now.

When Barbara finally turned around from the logical turning point of third-rate equipment and being an upright man, she already had an extra pen and paper in her hand.

"Come on, sign the contract! If you do the surgery today, you can work normally tomorrow. In just three minutes, your life will be gone without a trace."

As if holding a red-hot iron, Barbara quickly dropped the pen and paper, turned sideways and swept her elbow towards the neck of Leon, who was standing in front of her at some point. Then she turned over and distanced herself again.

Of course Leon dodged her attack, it wasn't a matter of skill.

But from the beginning, Leon felt that there was something wrong with this woman.

It appeared at the wrong time and in the wrong place, but these are minor problems.

The most important thing is that she is not afraid of Leon!

A man wearing a black windbreaker, a mask and a wide-brimmed hat on the street late at night!

Leon asked himself, although he was handsome enough to achieve this effect, wasn't his face blocked by the mask now?

Now that I think about it, those four people who were supposed to be cheating were not quite right!

As an embarrassing group of people who are neither black nor white, neither good nor bad, with pitfalls and money in their pockets, these few are a bit too smart.

Is there anyone who knows how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, accept the benefits when they are good, and assess the situation?

So careless.

He gently shook the white paper of the so-called contract and showed it to her, and then threw it on the ground with a chuckle. Seeing her pretending to be indifferent, but actually her chewing muscles were pulsating. Leon felt that maybe tonight

It would be so boring.

She kicked off her high-heeled shoes that were difficult to move and took out two short metal sticks from her bag. The prostitute just now evolved into a future warrior in an instant, looking very professional.

"I'm exposed, sir."

Her red lips parted slightly, seemingly talking to herself, but she was actually reporting the situation to her superior using the communication device she wore on her ear.

Seeing the pair of sticks and this inexplicably familiar scene, Leon finally remembered who this woman named Barbara was.

Barbara Morse.

SHIELD Agent No. 19, codenamed Mockingbird. Fury's right-hand man and one of his most trusted subordinates. He was once sent by Coulson on an undercover mission.

Yes, her name was really Barbara, although it was later changed to Bobby.

Leon actually didn't know much about her, mainly because he had watched the American TV series Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. before, so he had some impressions of this big girl who suddenly appeared in the second season.

Now that he recognized the woman in fighting condition in front of him as an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., it was obvious what the encounter was about today.

"Ah~~"

Leon screamed strangely, clapped his hands and shouted: "You are here to poop!"

Anyway, he had been exposed, and Barbara thought about rushing up and giving him a stick, but the command in her ears forced her to suppress her inner thoughts.

"Mr. Lister, I think we can have a good talk."

Leon did not respond and asked instead: "If I catch you now, will you negotiate with me or attack us two directly?"

After hearing this, Barbara, who was holding a short stick, took a small step back again and lowered her body a little lower.

"Hahaha, don't be nervous, just a little joke." Leon still looked heartless.

"Why don't you let your commander come out and let's have a real talk."

Barbara didn't answer. She knew her commander could hear the other party's voice. She was waiting for the command in the earpiece.

After a moment, Barbara nodded: "Okay."

As Barbara's voice rang out, more than a dozen fully armed mobile force personnel walked out of the surrounding alley houses one after another.

The leader was a short, bald, middle-aged white man wearing a black suit.

Oh ho ho! Old acquaintance! Isn’t this classmate Phil Colson!

"Hello, Mr. Doctor." Coulson, who was still wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night, took off his sunglasses, his hands naturally hanging by his sides, and said hello harmlessly.

While a group of mobile troops were aiming their guns and the officers were giving orders, Leon's abrupt legs were hanging in the air, he was sitting cross-legged in the air, and he also responded with a greeting.

“Would you consider coming to our hospital for a hair transplant?”

“Civil servants get 20% off~”