The God of Injustice in Marvel

Not long after Uncle Wolf left, the door to the ward was pushed open again.

The sound of kicking approached the high-tech hospital bed.

Old Yashida, who had talked too much and spent too much energy before, looked even weaker. He opened his eyes slightly and took a look at the person coming, then closed his eyes in relief.

"We have to speed up. I'm afraid...cough! I'm afraid that my body won't be able to wait for too long. We must...immediately! Let's start tomorrow..." Old ghost Yashida seems to have something between him and the visitor.

plot.

Looking at the door of the ward, Old Ghost Yashida continued: "...What an enviable monster..."

The man who had remained silent since entering the ward had a strange expression and smiled after hearing what Old Ghost Yashida said.

…………………………

Shingen had no way to deal with an unreasonable and evil guest like Uncle Lang.

If he wants to call someone to fight him out, regardless of whether he can beat him or not, his father is not dead yet. Shingen himself is still just the acting head of the family.

This "generation" makes a huge difference. If he really "beats" Wolverine Logan out of the Yashida family mansion as a distinguished guest invited by his father, his father who refuses to breathe his last breath

There was sufficient reason to take advantage of this and drive him out of the Yashida family.

Then all his hard work over the past few years would have been in vain. No matter how much the people in the company disagreed, there was nothing they could do to help if it was a family matter involving the Yashida family.

not to mention……

A little impatience will mess up a big plan...

Shingen's eyes rolled a few times, and there were subtle changes in his expression. Finally, he didn't know what he thought of, and said to Uncle Wolf with a formulaic smile: "Since Mr. Logan is lost, then it must be

It's our servants who didn't treat you well and caused you trouble, I'm sorry."

Uncle Lang has nothing to do with this kind of people, he bows and apologizes at every turn. When people really don't put the disgusting things out in the open, it's really too deceptive.

For a weak person, even if he knew he was pretending to be a weak person, Uncle Wolf wouldn't be too good at killing him directly.

"How about this."

Shingen straightened his bowed back and said, "I will send someone to be your exclusive guide now to take you back to your residence."

Just when Shingen was about to call the servants outside the main hall, Uncle Wolf said directly: "No need to bother."

After raising his hand and pointing to Mariko, who was still kneeling on the ground motionless, Uncle Wolf took a puff of his cigar and raised his eyelids: "Let Miss Mariko take me back. Mr. Shingen, don't you think I'm a little abrupt?"

Shingen's expressions changed in various wonderful ways.

In the end, it turned into that smiling face: "Of course not, haha, it's her honor."

Looking back at Mariko, his tone was cold: "Then, you will be responsible for sending Mr. Logan back to his residence."

Turning around, there was another face: "I still have some business matters, please forgive me for being rude." With a bow of his head, Shingen turned and left. However, the face with his back to Uncle Wolf,

There is still a little smile somewhere.

The face is ferocious and the teeth are gnashing!

…………

Uncle Wolf did not look back at Shingen who walked past him in a hurry.

This person gave Uncle Wolf a very bad impression.

Looking down at Mariko, who was still kneeling on the ground with her back to him, Uncle Wolf saw that she had obviously been hit with a bamboo knife several times on her shoulder.

Looking down, the clothes on the back also showed signs of being beaten.

Further down...

The moon today is really round...ahem!

Uncle Wolf coughed twice and choked on the smoke.

Mariko still didn't look back or get up.

Uncle Wolf turned around and looked around, and there was really no one there. He couldn't find anyone to help him or something. It felt like he was riding a tiger but couldn't get off.

"Miss Mariko."

Uncle Wolf said helplessly: "I really need someone to take me back to my place, because... I'm really lost."

This sentence gave Mariko, who was kneeling on the ground like a log, a reaction. She slowly turned around, with two lines of undried tears still on her face.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Logan."

This was the first time that Uncle Wolf heard this woman's truly emotional voice.

When I first entered this mansion, Shingen's words of resignation were like a synthesized mechanical sound, without any emotion and without any ups and downs.

The sentence that Uncle Wolf overheard just now: "I don't know!" was more like a warrior whose chest was melted by flames and steel.

At this time, she became more like... a woman.

An ordinary woman.

"I'm sorry for letting you see such bad things and causing you trouble."

Mariko continued.

The voice was very weak, a little aggrieved, a little helpless, and even more shy.

"You...you don't have to apologize for this. You don't know how my father beat me. I have experienced this kind of scene many times. This is called sympathy for each other."

Uncle Wolf's emotional intelligence suddenly increased! He even spoke a sentence in Chinese!

He remembers his father like shit.

The same encounter makes it easier to close the distance between two strangers.

It’s not unreasonable for Uncle Wolf to have so many peach blossoms.

He has never read these messy "Bibles". They are all self-taught skills brought from the mother's womb!

In Mariko's view, Mr. Logan, who looks rough and behaves boldly, would use this "clumsy" way to comfort himself, which is actually easier for people to accept than speaking full of truth.

The smile on his face with tears on his face made Uncle Wolf a little surprised.

Quickly wiping away the tears on her face with her hands, Mariko put her hands on the ground, pulled her legs back and exerted herself...

Didn't get up.

"...Mr. Logan..."

Mariko looked at Uncle Wolf's eyes looking behind her, and felt even more embarrassed: "...Can, can you help me...My...legs are numb..."

Yes! Of course!

Uncle Wolf flicked the long ash on his cigar, walked over, and helped Mariko, who had been kneeling for who knows how long.

Um……

The pattern on the neckline of this kimono is really nice...

Helping up Mariko, who had been bowing her head silently and with a slightly red face, Uncle Wolf said helplessly: "I'm not sure whether it's a good idea to send you back in this state."

When Mariko could stand firmly on her own, Uncle Wolf withdrew his hand: "Why don't I take you back to your room..."

"ah?"

"Then you can find someone to show me the way, or you can point me in the direction and I can go back by myself."

Uncle Wolf decided not to ask for anything!

Mariko's stubbornness came back again.

He insisted on completing what he promised: send Uncle Wolf back.

Along the way, Uncle Wolf helped Mariko, who was still a little awkward, but his mind recalled the jokes that Leon had told him before.

Could it be that... he really got it right... right?

………………

Nothing happened all night.(?)

Uncle Wolf woke up on the tatami that he was not used to.

Of course, I woke up alone.

Not long after I woke up, there was a knock on the door.

Except for Lyon, there should be no such rude person in this house.

After the knock on the door ended, the person outside the door raised his voice and said in a "soft voice" in as artificial a voice as possible: "Mr. Logan, you ordered Xiaohong, Yufeng, Furong, Chunchun, Hideyoshi... no

I don't know if I've taken good care of you. I'm here to collect the overnight fee.

Yufeng paid 200,000 yuan, Hibiscus paid 200,000 yuan, the spring experience fee was 500,000 yuan, Hideyoshi...

Anyway, just give me 70 to 80 million!"

If there was even a slight possibility that it was someone else just now, now it is definitely Leon, this bitch.

Grabbing the pillow next to him, Uncle Wolf threw it directly against the door.

The horizontal sliding door was opened, and Leon walked in shamelessly carrying the little thing named Shukaku or something.

"Hey hey hey..."

"What the hell are you?"

Leon didn't care and sat cross-legged in the air: "I saw it all!"

Uncle Wolf raised his eyebrows and thought carefully about everything that happened last night...

Nothing happened! Then he stiffened up again and asked loudly: "What did you see?! Where were you last night? There won't be any police coming to investigate the murder case soon!"

Except for what Leon insisted on: "performing surgery" on people, Uncle Wolf couldn't think of anything else that Leon could do that normal people could do.

Visiting Kyoto’s moonlit night view?

The blood moon killing scene is more reliable.

Going to Kabuki for fun?

It is more reliable to control the gangs that listen to kabuki and exterminate them.

Go to a otaku sanctuary to see plastic figures? A maid cafe? Try local specialties?

Uncle Wolf swore to God: He simply could not imagine how Leon could do such a thing.

Uncle Wolf still remembered Leon's dismissive tone when he felt guilty and regretted because he had killed too many people and his hands were full of blood: Logan, you really should see how I kill people.

A person who can stabilize Hell's Kitchen with his clones comes to a place where gangs are rampant and rushes out impatiently in the middle of the night. What else can he do?

"Where did you clean again?"

After getting up and walking to the next room to change clothes, Uncle Wolf's tone was like asking Leon what he had eaten for breakfast today.

Uncle Wolf doesn't care about killing people now, or in other words, he does care, but when that time comes, he will still do it. And he will show no mercy.

"I didn't clean anywhere."

Leon's answer was beyond Uncle Wolf's expectation: "I went to do art creation last night."

A head stuck out from the next room. Uncle Wolf's face was full of disbelief: "...the art you are talking about doesn't mean writing names somewhere with blood, right?"

Uncle Wolf bared his teeth and said, "Tower of human heads? Vacuum bags? Hydrosol? Cement walls... how disgusting!"

Leon couldn't help but shook his head and high-fived: "You still have that big face to say I'm disgusting! You look so familiar with everything, it's hard for me to believe that you saw it in a fantasy novel!"

Uncle Wolf ignored the topic, got dressed, and walked out of the next room. Looking at Leon who was glaring at him with contempt, he pretended that nothing happened and asked, "Then where did you go and what did you do last night?"

I plan to return to China today. If you don't want to get entangled in those worldly things, I advise you to restrain yourself.

To be honest, even if the word artistic creation comes from the mouth of a five-year-old child, I have no reason to believe that it is a good crayon drawing... You are not using wax..."

"Do you have anything else on your mind besides whips and candles?" Leon felt that his previous understanding of Uncle Wolf was somewhat inadequate.

"That's the kind of person you are!" Uncle Wolf pointed at Leon, his eyes squinting with contempt on his face.

"Bah! You are the one! Disgusting!"

"You're disgusting!"

"Bounce! You're disgusting!"

"you……"

…

The fight between the two three-year-old children was interrupted by Yukio who came in a hurry. Yukio looked confused and confused as soon as he entered the yard and looked confused for a few seconds.

The image of Lord Wolverine...

collapsed.

…

"You mean..."

"Yes." Yukio took the initiative to repeat what he had just said: "This morning, the assistant doctor in charge of examining the ward reported the death of the family head to Lord Shingen."

Uncle Wolf was a little surprised.

It would not be a surprise if a ninety-year-old patient suffering from serious illness died at any time. This is nothing.

But it happened that Uncle Wolf just heard the old ghost talk about his son's wolfish ambitions last night, and this happened today.

This is hard not to make people suspicious.

After asking about the specific time of death, the time Yukio told him made Uncle Lang even more concerned.

That should have happened just ten minutes after he left.

Suddenly thinking of something, Uncle Wolf turned his head slightly and looked at Leon.

Although there was no sadness in his expression, but more of amusement, as if he clearly knew something, but Leon still shook his head slightly at himself.

If Leon said he didn't do it, then it definitely wasn't.

To him, it's just killing someone.

Is there anything that cannot be admitted?

Uncle Wolf felt that he already knew who did it.

After saying some other things, Yukio left with a solemn expression.

Uncle Wolf sighed: It seems that we can't leave today.

Turning back to look at Leon, who was no longer hiding his smile at this time, Uncle Wolf asked: "You know what's going on. Tell me."

Uncle Wolf thought he would hear Leon say the name he guessed. Unexpectedly, Leon's reaction was: shaking his head with a smile.

Uncle Wolf:?

"What else is there..."

"There aren't that many conspiracies, but it's really interesting. Hehehehe..."

Leon's laughter made Uncle Wolf feel a little embarrassed. He always felt that there was something of his own going on here!

"So, you saw it?"

"yes!"

"But you don't want to tell me now?"

"yes!"

"So, I'll know soon?"

"yes!"

"That's me... Why don't you change the word!"

For some reason, Uncle Wolf felt that there was some conspiracy going on against him when he saw Leon's naughty nod.

Leon wasn't angry either. He still smiled and patted Uncle Wolf on the shoulder: "It does have something to do with you, but... it shouldn't be... not a bad thing, right? Anyway, I don't think it's a bad thing."

After saying that, Leon greeted: "Shukaku, let's go!"

The little thing climbed onto Leon's shoulder nimbly and waved to himself.

Seeing Leon leaving with his hands behind his back in a good mood, Uncle Wolf could only helplessly wait for the follow-up.

"This time, I can't leave even if I want to."

You have to wait until that "good thing" happens.

Back at the house, Uncle Wolf closed the door.