The God of Injustice in Marvel

In the past few days, the world in the shadows has not seen any earth-shaking changes due to the death of Kingpin and Owl. Maybe there should have been some changes, at least Leon thinks so.

But he probably underestimated SHIELD's control over the dark forces, and overestimated Kingpin and Owl. After only one day's rest, Leon went out to do evil again on the pretext of testing equipment and skills, but there was nothing like it on the street.

It was as confusing as he imagined.

But he didn't gain anything.

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Wild style bar.

Jason feels that business has been very difficult recently. He heard rumors a few days ago that the bosses of the two largest local groups were killed, and one of them was single-handedly selected as the base camp!

How is that possible? It's just a lie concocted by an ignorant drunkard to show off his "well-informed" status.

As a bar counter and owner, he has heard too many such stupid things.

Last year, he heard someone say that the ashes of a ghost smashed by a burning skull with an iron chain can cure impotence. The person said it in a convincing way, as if he was the iron chain!

How stupid! He actually asked for a bottle of water worth 100 US dollars!

Jason bought two bottles for only $80.

This is called wisdom!

But having said that, these various rumors have nothing to do with him. He is just an ordinary citizen who runs an ordinary small bar in a bad location. He doesn't care about those, he only cares about business.

Business has not been doing well recently, so this is a headache.

Because it's a small bar, there won't be any good drinks, and there aren't any exciting programs here, so the main customer group is actually those punks who can't get up or down, and just mess around.

These guys seem to have had accidents one by one these days, as if they had made an appointment, two today, two tomorrow, all with wounds on their faces, bruises, swelling, eyes and throats blocked, I don’t know

Jason thought there might have been some kind of bonus boxing match on the block recently?

After I came to the bar, my behavior became even weirder. You looked at me, I looked at you, pointed at the injuries on my face, and then pointed randomly on my face, and then nodded tacitly and clinked glasses.

There was no language exchange throughout the entire process.

For those doing this kind of business, the most taboo thing is to inquire about the privacy of customers. You might get into trouble out of curiosity, but Jason is really too curious about this!

What the hell is going on!

jingle!

The movable double doors in the style of an old Western tavern were pushed open, and the sound of the small bell hanging above reminded Jason that the first customer of the day had arrived.

The visitor was wearing a hat. He looked at the empty bar and was stunned for a moment. He shook his head and turned to leave.

"Joey!" Jason called out to him. This was an old customer, but he hadn't been here for a few days.

"Come have a drink with me."

The stingy bar owner poured two glasses of mixed tequila.

The man named Joey did not refuse and sat at the empty bar table.

The two people raised their glasses and took a sip, and then the boss started complaining.

"Damn business! Where are all the drunkards who make money every day just to drink?"

Joe heard something muttered and took another big sip.

The bar owner originally wanted to get some meaningful information out of the guests, but why was he willing to let him fool him like this? Because Joey was his regular customer, he kept asking questions.

"Maybe they are all frightened and dare not go out!"

Unable to stand up to his boss's nonsense, Joey repeated what he had just whispered.

A middle-aged man's bad mouth is the most terrifying thing. What's even more terrible is that the middle-aged man who has such a bad mouth is also drunk.

"Maybe he went to the hospital or prison or something. Who cares, isn't this normal?"

normal?

Isn’t this normal! Did you agree to go with this thing? What? The second one is half price!

The boss didn't get what he wanted: valuable information, so he started to use his clever words to make insinuations, which made Joey very annoyed.

Maybe it’s because I can’t bear to drink, or maybe I’m really annoyed by my boss.

Joey drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, then picked up the glass and shook it at the boss.

The devil will spit on your soul! Drunkard who has not taken advantage of you enough!

I took another drink, this time a large glass of beer.

When the boss Jason came back, Joey had already taken off his hat and put it on the bar.

Jason looked at the bruises on Joey's face and pretended to be surprised: "What are you..."

In fact, he noticed as soon as Joey walked in that he didn't usually have the habit of wearing a hat.

Moreover, the guests in recent days seem to all be wearing hats!

The boss' embarrassing acting skills were nothing more than opening his mouth and staring, and Joey didn't bother to expose him, as long as he had free drinks.

Pointing to the bruises on his face, Joey said: "Is this what you are curious about? I think you must have seen a lot of wounds like this in the past few days."

"Uh huh huh!"

The boss had a chicken peck at the rice.

After downing half a glass of beer, Joey started to tell his boss.

"Recently, a... madman appeared on a few streets around here."

Crazy? What's wrong? The boss was very curious, but he was wise enough not to interrupt him.

Joey touched the wound on his face and continued: "This madman always appears in the middle of the night, wearing strange clothes and a strange mask. Only the skin on his hands is exposed."

Hearing this, the boss also took a sip of wine and thought: What a big mask that is...

"That madman will attack everyone, usually with one punch in the face. If he doesn't knock him out with one punch, he will get punched a second time."

"So that's where the injuries on your faces come from?"

The boss was speechless, you are gangsters! Don’t you know how to fight back?

As if guessing the doubts in the boss's mind, Joey said directly: "It's not that no one fought back, but that lunatic was not afraid at all. Moreover, some people who fought back woke up after being knocked unconscious and found that they were beaten by several people wearing the same clothes.

Surrounded by psychopaths, those psychopaths actually guessed the order in which to hit him!"

"Later! Then!"

It's actually so exciting...cough! Such a pitiful thing happened!

"Later, the man was sent to Saiko Hospital for treatment."

SECCO Hospital? Isn’t that a hospital that specializes in treating neurological diseases?

"Ah? We fought all night! Were you beaten stupid?!"

Looking at the boss with a psychotic look, Joey said: "Of course not, he told others everywhere that he was beaten by a clown flying in the sky on a balloon. He also said that the clown had a talking cat.

That cat also hit him! There was also a giant hornet who practiced Jeet Kune Do, and it was very painful to hit someone..."

The boss lit a cigarette: "Then you really should go to SECCO Hospital."

After saying that, he curiously asked Joey: "So, you were also beaten by that lunatic?"

Joey also lit a cigarette and blew out a puff of smoke. Amidst the mist, Joey said in an erratic tone.

"no."

"I was beaten by the talking cat."

The bar owner Jason was silent.

After a while, he put away Joey's glass and poured him another glass.

The boss thought to himself: From now on, we can no longer sell fake wine.