The God of Injustice in Marvel

Leon continues to cause trouble.

He didn't care about those who sneaked away and took out their mobile phones to secretly take pictures. Instead, he and a dozen clones questioned the few remaining lucky ninjas.

A pot of water was slowly poured on the heads of several living ninjas who were buried in the soil, with only their heads exposed. Leon's attitude was still very good.

"Do you recognize me?"

No one answered aloud, all the ninjas were quietly waiting for death.

Leon understands too.

When there is still a glimmer of life, they will naturally want to desperately seize that glimmer of life. This is human nature. These ninjas have just distorted this understanding. Now their whole people are buried in the soil.

If you can't run away, your chance of survival will naturally disappear.

These ninjas have all seen with their own eyes how ruthless this guy wearing a mask is, and now they no longer think about survival at all.

Just want a quick death!

But Lyon still let them down.

Only a few words were used.

"It seems that the remaining defeated generals did not choose to flee back to their homeland to tell you the good news."

Crouching down, Leon grabbed a piece of grass on the ground... and stabbed it directly into a ninja's nose.

While he was shaking his head crazily, he said softly and in a low voice: "Put your five fingers together."

Leon's voice was very soft, much like a parent putting a child to sleep. And listening to the names coming out of his mouth, several ninjas really looked at him involuntarily and calmed down.

Including the one with a piece of grass stuck in his nose.

"Botu, Sowanda, Murakami, Alexandra...hehe, and Mrs. Gao." He came closer, so close that the ninja could clearly see every thread on Lyon's mask.

"...They were all killed by me."

………………

The next thing will be much easier to handle.

Although no one took the initiative to explain, when Leon asked questions again, he just said what he asked, lowered his head when speaking, and continued to lower his head and wait for death after speaking.

It can only be said that the brainwashing skills of the Five Fingers of the Hand are too strong, so when these five "beliefs" collapse, these ninjas will become so "mechanized".

Most of the people present had already run away, and there were also a few less clones of Leon, who didn't know what to do.

After asking for the answer they wanted, these ninjas were of no use to Leon. Leon gave them a happy treat very generously and kindly.

Is it okay to dig out your heart?

He turned his head and looked in a certain direction, where there were still a few people who were not afraid of death and were taking pictures. Leon looked at the people lying on the ground, and there was blood all over the ground.

"If Conan could meet people like you every time, why would he need to film so many episodes..."

Deliberately ignoring those people who didn't know whether they were reporters or something else, Leon squatted on the roadside and slowly washed the blood on his hands in the pool. The few remaining clones around him gathered together to discuss their condition.

"Noumenon, there is something strange here, I forgot to tell you just now."

A clone was carving words on the ground. He looked like he suddenly thought of something, without looking up, and just spoke directly to Leon.

Leon stood up, shook the water from his hands, looked around, wiped his hands on the expensive suit of a dead guest, and asked loudly: "Who is it? Why is it strange?"

The clone was still crouching aside and scribbling something on the ground. He reached out and pointed to the side: "That guy is tall...eh? He's too broad. I should say he's tall!"

The one who is tall and bare-handed. All Hand ninjas use cold weapons, but that one fights with bare hands, and his movements are very strange, and he is more resistant to beatings. You can see for yourself, I am still busy.

"

Leon followed the clone's hand and saw the empty-handed ninja not far away.

"What are you busy with, catching ants? Everyone is dead, who will be punished?" Leon walked over to the strange ninja and said casually.

When passing by the clone, I inadvertently glanced down.

This guy is grabbing a small wooden stick and dipping it in the blood on the ground to write!

"The person who killed me was...

I attended the funeral with four people a, b, and c. I stood next to b, and c stood on the far left...

…………A and I had a quarrel yesterday, C and A have been…………

Please tell me, who is my murderer?"

Leon: “…………”

"There's not enough space to write it!" The clone stood up, looking very happy, and called the other clone to come over and help him drag a few bodies over: "This is a, and the hint of a is left-handed..."

The clone actually came over and took a look at the writing on the ground.

"What is this!"

Leon nodded crazily, finally finding someone right...

"It's obvious at a glance that the answer is suicide!"

Leon: “…………”

What the hell...

"And this creativity is far beyond my imagination~"

Is there any intention to compete in this?!!!

With a wooden face under the mask, Leon walked sideways towards the clone.

"Haha... you are really good at riding horses... so creative..."

What is written on the ground is...

The one who kills me...

An arrow →, the arrow points to...

A QR code painted with blood!!!

"...Damn, it's absolutely amazing..."

The most amazing thing is that, in a sense, these things were actually done by Leon himself!

Rejecting the requests of several other clones who came around to ask him to be the referee, Leon now wondered if there was some hidden setting in the skill of his clone.

Just like the devil Piccolo's divinity and demonic nature are one part.

It's just that he is one part normal and a dozen parts crazy.

"Damn it! I really want to scan that QR code to find out what's going on! How can it be fixed?"

Realizing that the problem was serious, Leon accelerated his pace and tried to stay as far away from his clones as possible.

A dozen or so people are enough, there is no need to include one of them...

…

After examining the strange ninja, Leon came to a conclusion that was a bit unacceptable to common sense.

This ninja seemed to be a corpse before he died!

"Dawn of the living dead?"

The clone over there who was communicating about his condition stood up and said, "Who called my name?"

Leon didn't even dare to talk to him.

After thinking for a moment, Leon remembered that the Hand seemed to have always had the ability to resurrect the dead. However, judging from Mrs. Gao's performance during the last fight with Five Fingers, the ritual did not seem to be successful every time.

.

In other words, are there any failed products, or in other words, defective products?

I picked up a knife and tapped the bare-handed ninja's finger with the back of the knife. It wasn't hard...

Just as I was about to continue making some other attempts, the always-late police car drove over from a distance.

Clapping his hands, the clones disappeared. Leon took Shukaku, who was playing in the pool, with one last look here. He flew into the sky and quickly disappeared.

………………

That night.

In a three-story building somewhere not facing the street.

Sitting in a conference room that was not small but very crowded with a back window. Wearing a floral suit and brown sunglasses, a certain "team leader" with a gloomy expression looked at several of his team members who were kneeling in front of him, trembling.

"So, you are saying that Kiryu took you to attend Yashida's funeral, and the result..."

He tapped someone randomly with his hand and said, "Tell me. Say it again."

The man responded with a loud "Hi", then wiped the sweat from his forehead tremblingly, and repeated what he had said before: "...Later, a bunch of red ninjas suddenly appeared, and they..."

"Oh! It's this, it's this!" The team leader clapped his hands exaggeratedly, and pointed at him with a happy smile, and said to his subordinates standing next to him: "I think this part is the best! Ha... continue

explain."

"……yes!"

After swallowing, the man no longer dared to wipe his sweat.

"...They, they were killing people everywhere at the Yashida family's funeral...Deputy Commander Kiryu...Deputy Commander Kiryu was on the run...he was slashed in the back during the evacuation, and then..."

Big drops of cold sweat flowed from the top of his head, dripping down his chin and onto the ground.

There are a lot of things that happened later. After the person who told the "story" just finished telling it, he was killed by the team leader himself with an ashtray.

He no longer dared to continue talking.

The deputy commander died, but he did not.

This result is itself a death notice.

As he remained silent, the atmosphere in the entire conference room became even more depressing and depressing.

The man who was pointed at and asked to speak even felt a hand made of air squeezing his throat tightly, making it impossible for him to breathe.

for a long time.

The team leader in sunglasses, who was scratching his nails with a dagger, spoke again: "... Kiryu, where was it hit?"

"Back...back..."

call out!

The dagger was thrown out and inserted into the thigh of the speaker. The man fell to the ground clutching his thigh, but did not dare to scream in pain or even pull the dagger out of his leg.

Walking out from behind the long table, the team leader rubbed his nails twice with his hands, looking very satisfied.

"Kiryu!"

The team leader shouted angrily: "Where did it get cut?"

"It's the chest! It's the chest that was cut!" The person who fell on the ground sobbed softly.

Waving his hand, the team leader motioned to his men to drag the person down.

"This bastard Kiryu is greedy for life and afraid of death, but as the deputy chief of our Sekita-gumi, he can die! But he can't lose his roots!"

"Hi-ee!!"

All the younger brothers responded in unison.

On the surface, the team leader was "clearing the name" of his deputy Kiryu, but in fact what he was thinking in his heart was: This guy died just right!

Originally, the deputy chief's recent strength had threatened him. Even attending Yashida's funeral this time was on behalf of the Sekita group. He might as well have died this time, otherwise, he, the group leader, would not have

How long will it take for sure...

What he had to consider now was not those messy red ninjas. He had no interest in avenging that villain Kiryu.

The top priority now is how to appease and annex those under Kiryu...

Bang bang bang...

The team leader was thinking about how to revive his glory as a team leader and regain his majesty as a leader of the Guantian Team. But when he thought of the most critical and happiest place, someone outside the door applauded!

"Asshole! Who is it?!"

Everyone in the room did not dare to look back. Only the team leader stared at the door angrily!

Bang, bang, bang...

The sound of applause continued to come from outside the door, from far to near, and gradually came to the door.

Bang bang.

Knock on the door.

"Get in here!"

The sound of the door lock twisting and the door creaking as it was pushed open.

A man walked in.

"Sorry! What you just said was so good, it reminds me of a game called "Yakuza", where there are many bastards like you.

I was so excited that I couldn't control it. I couldn't help but clapped my hands, haha... I'm disturbing you.

Keep going, keep going! Don't worry about me!"

The man in the hat and mask walked naturally to the head seat at the head of the table, sat down, and put his feet on the table.

The team leader had been standing at the front of the group of boys just now. Now his back was turned to everyone, so he did not see the wonderful expressions on the faces of the boys behind him who had escaped from the funeral.

The group leader has never seen this strange person wearing a mask in the group.

He couldn't figure out how this person came up, how could there be so many team members downstairs...

The team leader is indeed the team leader, and he has now realized that something is wrong.

"Who are you? How did you get here? Do you have any advice?"

The team leader thought he was hidden and put his hands behind his back, gesturing vigorously.

"You will know who I am if you ask the little brother behind you. How did I come up? Of course I walked up~ I can also fly up. Haha..."

After telling a joke that wasn't funny, Leon saw that no one was laughing, so he continued wittily: "As for, I'm here to give you any advice...that's not true. I just want to kill you all...!"

The team leader quickly looked back, only to find that his younger brothers were kneeling on the ground, pressing their heads against the ground, not daring to move.

Only then did the team leader remember.

Just now, the little brother he beat to death who escaped seemed to have said...

There is a flying masked man...

Kill all the red ninjas!

Therefore, they can escape back...

"...You, you are..."

Naturally, he came here after the locations reported by the clones who left midway, and prepared to do something big in this land, Leon.

"Don't be nervous~ Well!"

Leon stood up, walked to the window, opened the blinds with his hands, and looked outside. Downstairs, Shukaku was patting his belly.

The last one also died.

That's all that's left in the house.

Past the team leader, Leon came to the people kneeling on the ground.

"look up."

Not daring to hesitate at all, several people raised their heads in unison.

Leon made a few choices and finally chose the man with a dagger stuck in his leg.

He is special, so if you don't choose him, choose someone else.

"What's your name?"

"...Kato, Kato Miio!"

"Hiss! Kato! So terrifying!"

Leon praised his own vision! Then he pulled out the dagger inserted in Kato's leg, and pressed it into his hand while it was bleeding: "Use this knife to stab your team leader to death."

, I will give you a chance to leave here by leaving only one leg."

Looking in horror at the moving ink marks on Leon's face, bit by bit, he moved his head towards the team leader with difficulty...

In his hand, he couldn't help but tightly hold the dagger pulled out from his leg.

"Eh? Why are you so hesitant?! He inserted the knife into your thigh, I helped you take it out and gave you a chance to take revenge.

You will never meet another good person like me in your life!"

The man still hesitated...

Leon didn't hesitate at all.

With ghostly speed, she snatched the dagger from his hand and wiped his neck directly.

Bang!

The body fell to the ground and there was a sound of the head hitting the floor.

The boy kneeling next to him, who had witnessed the whole process and had blood pouring into his eyes, didn't react before his hand sank and there was something extra.

Looking down, he saw the dagger covered in blood.

Raising his head tremblingly, he saw the monster looking at him.

"What's your name~"

"Hong...Hong Shanda..."

"Forget it, just call me Fat Tiger!"

Leon thought the little fat man spoke too slowly, so he gave him a new name.

"Fat Tiger... you only have one chance..."

Clenching the dagger in his hand, "Fat Tiger" screamed in despair and pounced on the team leader...

…

Two minutes later, a figure flew out of the window and disappeared under the moonlight.

Ten minutes later, a man without a foot climbed out of the gate with difficulty in tears.

However, the person who crawled out was not the person named "Fat Tiger".

……………………

For two whole days, Leon was not idle at all.

The smaller and closer organizations that were followed by his clones and later approached by him were eliminated by Leon on the first night.

Of course, during the day the next day, many witnesses were so frightened that they were admitted to a mental hospital.

Leon doesn't think there's anything wrong with the psychiatric hospital. He remembers that when he was a doctor there, he really liked it there!

Everyone inside is a talented person and they speak well!

All the gangs in the entire city are facing a formidable enemy, and they have reduced their sphere of influence and concentrated their elite manpower into their headquarters. They are on guard against possible "mysterious killers". Of course, there are also those called "Crow Tengu".

Some people even took the initiative to commit a crime, and then rushed to the Metropolitan Police Department to surrender, just to escape the attack of the gang that targeted them, and massacred thirteen small Yakuza organizations in one night, leaving only five cripples, the legendary

monster!

In fact, those who hid in prison actually escaped. And those organizations who hid in their headquarters and gathered a large number of manpower each had their own ways of dying.

…

Day six, midnight.

Basically, all the Yakuza organizations in the city have been killed by Leon.

These stupid gangsters who pay attention to "genuineness", obedience, and the spirit of Bushido, and insist on bringing all people together have created great convenience for Lyon's purge plan.

In order to thank them for their efforts, Leon did not play too many torturous tricks that played with people's hearts, and he was the quick one!

Often, someone in an organization just discovers that someone in their organization has died, and when they look back, they find that they are the only one left in the entire organization.

At this time, someone would suddenly grab his arm and lead him to run away desperately.

When I was exhausted from running and stopped, I was about to say a word of thanks when I looked up and saw that the man was wearing a mask on his face.

"Hehehe...tell me, what did you see..."