The God of Injustice in Marvel

Walking in the cold wind of winter night ~

Unfortunately, it is neither a winter night nor a cold wind.

ah!

There is still a cold wind!

The entire layer of glass was shattered and shattered into pieces... not even a single piece was left!

Breathing the pungent sulfur smoke and stepping on small pieces of wood and iron, Leon moved into the restaurant step by step with Colt in his left hand and Rhino in his right hand, holding two guns.

In other words, it was originally a restaurant.

As soon as he entered the door, Leon saw a wall not far from the door. Under the collapsed animal decoration, there was a... um, Uncle Wolf?

Don't make trouble!!

When I got closer, I realized that this guy was a fake!

Although he has the same hairstyle as Uncle Wolf, he obviously does not have Uncle Wolf's self-healing ability. There are many wounds on his body, as if, as if...

"Is this frag grenade so useful?! Or is this guy so unlucky that all the frag grenades stuck into you!"

If you look carefully, you can see that the steel claws on the wrists of this cosplayer don't grow from his hands, but are tied to the back of his wrists with the help of some tool.

"Well, it doesn't look right. It's too ugly. It's like an owl turned into a spirit! This yellow sweater! This green cloak! These big thick fur boots!"

This combination is absolutely perfect!

While Leon was observing, this guy actually woke up, shaking and lifting the stone he was pressing on. As soon as Mr. Big-tailed Wolf looked up, he saw standing in front of him a man wearing a wide-brimmed gentleman's hat, a black and white mask on his face, and a dyed upper body.

The freak in a short chain trench coat and black jeans stood in front of him, observing him with interest.

What a perfect match! Needless to say! Throwing a grenade into a restaurant is obviously done by this kind of person!

"What the hell..."

Da da da da da!!

Oh, how could there be such a person! He scolds people as soon as he comes up, so he has no quality!

Looking at the face is like a shuttle.

This unprofessional cosplay enthusiast just stood up, and before he could finish his curse, he lay down straight back again.

Waste of my bullets!

This is a good thing prepared for Kingpin! Every one of them is exquisite!

Bullseye is a good NPC. He has the best equipment in his hands!

I didn't pay attention to the unlucky kid on the ground. The way he was dressed showed that he was not a good person!

Besides, how serious can someone eating with Kingpin be?

Very unprofessionally, he clamped one gun under the creaking hole and freed his hand to load the other gun.

“The game experience is so bad! You can’t even switch guns and change bullets!”

A person like Lyon who suffers from a lack of firepower phobia has to go through the procedures of unloading and reloading the gun even if there is one bullet missing.

rigorous!!

"Dear Mr. Fisk~"

Leon is still searching slowly.

"Do you mind if there's one more person at the table? I'm actually very hungry too."

Bang!

A stone flew out of the smoke! It hit the wall next to Leon's face hard, shattering it into pieces.

Fire shooting in the direction of the stone, the sound of ping -pong pong pong is endless. Lyon knows what defense facilities should be hit.

Taking a careful sideways step, Leon glanced at the dents on the wall behind him.

Needless to say, this was thrown by the Kingpin.

This guy's arm strength is simply inhuman! He is definitely not just a normal ordinary person!

Leon estimated that if this thing had hit him on the head just now, it would be no different from being hit by an air hammer.

No wonder he can fight with Spidey and the X-Men. It’s crazy that such a person would be defeated by Daredevil!

Bow your waist slightly to reduce your body shape while maintaining a better posture for exerting force.

coming!

Another rock flew over. Leon had already exposed his position by firing the gun just now. Jin Pin would never be beaten passively.

Bang!

The stone hit the wall and shattered his body into pieces.

Judging from the sound of the impact and the size of the crater, a normal person would definitely be devastated if this stone hit his face.

The smoke gradually dispersed, and the breeze blew in from the ruined windows, blowing away the smell of gunpowder and making the smell of blood stronger.

Behind the heavy dining table that turned sideways, a tall and strong figure stood up from the thick smoke. Jin Bin's bald head was covered with blood.

Ears, brow bones, profile.

Blood flowed from the corners of his eyes and dripped on his chin. The dust and blood made his whole body feel more oppressive, like an angry lion staring fiercely at his prey!

Leon, who was standing opposite him, was putting his hands under the mask to scratch his face. After all, he had stayed up too late and had acne on his face. Scratching through the mask didn't relieve the itch at all!

Kingpin slowly walked out from behind the table and slowly reached out and took off his tattered suit jacket. There were not many wounds on his body, at least much less than the one who fell at the door.

Judging from the amount of bleeding, the wound was not very deep. It seemed that he had protected himself immediately. A few enlarged and enhanced fragmentation grenades killed everyone in the room, except for the one who was away from the door.

Even though it was far away, only Jin didn't suffer much damage.

"Ah! You must be Mr. Wilson Fisk! What a bastard! What a bastard!"

Leon still looked careless and told bad jokes.

Kingpin rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt and asked calmly: "You killed Wesley, didn't you?"

Leon waved his hands repeatedly, with big movements, and held two guns in his hands. His tone was extremely exaggerated: "How can you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air!"

The tone turned serious again: "That was obviously done by Bullseye, the guy who killed a thousand swords!"

"How can it be repaired! I was discussing with Wesley to drug you... ah no! What about giving you a gift! Well, a big nail flew out! If Wesley hadn't taken the initiative to block it for me, I would have looked like this

Now, you’ve lost your appearance, you know!”

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, but I didn't wipe it. I was too involved just now, and my saliva sprayed all over the face mask.

Ahem!

After coughing twice, Leon said: "But don't worry, Mr. Wilson! I just came out of Bullseye's house just now, and I have already avenged Wesley's revenge for you!"

"You are welcome!"

Jin Bin's bite muscles bulged and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Bullseye, were you killed too?"

This time it was in a questioning tone.

"hold head high!"

Leon rubbed his neck and answered very happily.

"Kill him. But he committed suicide and I took 50 cents with him."

It was inconvenient to rub his fingers with the gun in his hand, but Lyon still asked Kingpin openly: "Is this a courtesy? I took a small gift from him, Mr. Wilson, do you like it?"

Jin didn't speak, crossed his arms up and down in front of his face, and ran straight towards Leon!

Leon fired both guns and stepped back at the same time, bullets hitting Jin Bin's body one after another.

When the last bullet was fired, Kingpin finally rushed to Leon covered in blood, with a ferocious smile behind his lowered arms!

Punch up!

Bang!!

A dull crashing sound!

Leon caught Kingpin's inevitable punch, intending to kill Leon.

The two of them were holding each other, one was two meters tall and had a huge back, with blood dripping from his body. The other was a head shorter and looked very skinny in comparison.

Just like this, two people who seem to be very different from each other in appearance, at this moment, in the contest of strength, there is no winner.

Suddenly releasing his strength, Leon took advantage of Kingpin's lack of strength and hit him on the nose with a headbutt. The collision caused Kingpin's nose to bleed and he retreated repeatedly.

Kicking away the pistol at his feet, Leon pinched his fingers and moved his neck: "Surprise, Kingpin."

Kingpin raised his head, and the blood had wet the collar of his shirt. Coupled with the previous injuries and the few shots he had just been shot by Leon, the whole person was really miserable!

"Indeed. It's a pleasant surprise..."

Looking at the "thin" Leon, Kingpin said with unclear meaning.