The God of Injustice in Marvel

Lit a crumpled cigarette with his finger and held it in his mouth, Leon shook his finger in a decent manner to extinguish the flame on his fingertip, leaned back hard, and put his feet on the precious sandalwood desk.

There were many bloody handprints scattered on the table, and there was an ear that didn't know why it appeared here.

The thick back of the chair was deeply dented by Leon, making creaking wooden friction sounds. Its previous owner had never treated it with such little care.

Unfortunately, his former owner is currently hanging on the hook of a crane not far away, still dangling.

Well, it is in line with the laws of nature.

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This is a distributed logistics center, and of course, this is its external business project.

In fact, dirty and despicable transactions are going on here every night.

The owner of the logistics center is a native of Goose. Because all transactions regarding population, washing powder, guns, etc. need a transit place, Lao Mao Xiong directly bought the land and built this logistics distribution center to whitewash peace.

and "cargo" transit.

In the years since this super-large logistics center was built, countless crimes have occurred here. Every brick and stone on the ground has been stained with blood.

Through friendly inquiries, Lyon got this address from a kind man who had a bloody head, blind eyes, and all his fingers cut off.

When he came here for the first time and walked outside, Leon even doubted whether his information was wrong. After all, this aspect of things had never been his expertise. From the outside, this was just an ordinary logistics company.

Just the center.

There are trucks and forklifts coming and going, various containers, busy workers and colorful goods being distributed in large packages everywhere.

Did that person lie to him? Leon was a little doubtful and a little regretful. Maybe he shouldn't have sent him to Mephisto for another job so early...

However, the same sentence remains: it’s coming.

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Leon is not lacking in such things as patience, nor is he lacking in curiosity and determination to fight to the end, so Leon waited here honestly until night.

Sure enough, under the night, its true colors were completely exposed.

There are still those bulky machines, and the same workers with the same expressions as before, but this time the "security force" they are equipped with for the things they are transporting may be a little too sufficient.

Seeing this, Leon basically knew what was going on.

However, people still can't kill indiscriminately, after all, Leon is not a bad guy or a lunatic.

A black wasp landed on the roof of a truck. As it passed through checkpoints guarded by guns, it continued to penetrate into the oversized integrated logistics center, and finally stopped in front of a pile of trucks.

At this time, Leon also saw the table and the person behind the table with his back to this direction, puffing out a cigar.

Wow~ The style is pretty good, I’ve watched the movie a lot...

The man turned around and stood up slowly. He was wearing a black suit, a red tie, and a rotten beer belly. Not to mention, he looked like a boss behind the scenes!

As the man signaled his followers to open the containers one by one, the contents inside were also seen one by one by Leon on the roof of the car.

These guys really didn't let him find the wrong place...

The clone appeared silently and left silently, coming outside to guard every possible exit. Leon did not try to be mysterious and appeared directly in front of everyone, warning: "Maybe my appearance is not the right time for you.

, but fortunately, your appearance is perfect for me."

What follows is an old-fashioned plot, with quick turns of heads, looking around, the sound of guns being loaded, and most importantly, noisy yelling and yelling: Who! Where is this person! Boss!

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"Are you the mysterious killer?"

At the critical moment, the elder brother who takes the lead has to be the most confident. He directly stretches out his hands and spreads his fingers to control the field. After the younger brothers calm down, he holds a cigar in his mouth, puts his hands in his pockets, and walks around with a smile.

asked Leon, who also had his hands in his pockets.

In the recent dark world, there is a mysterious guy who is constantly hunting all major vital social organizations. No matter how fast Leon works, some news has still leaked out. He is also a blood-sucking person in the gutter.

Scumbags, there's no way they don't know these things.

To be precise, they had been waiting for the mysterious killer to come to their door.

Leon could probably figure this out as he looked at the strong men who kept coming up from all around.

"If you're talking about the person who volunteers to clean at night and paint the house for free, well, that would be me."

Leon's tone was calm, and he didn't feel like he had fallen into a complete set. On the contrary, from his tone, you could even hear a hint of subtle joy.

Under the mask, Leon really couldn't restrain the corners of his mouth from rising.

What a good person, knowing that it would be too troublesome and unrealistic to go and kill them one by one, so he took the initiative to gather so many club members here. If all the gang bosses can have this consciousness, Leon feels that he can do things by himself.

The efficiency can be increased by at least 200%.

"Wow...it's all about backbone strength. It's really..."

A pair of thick arms suddenly appeared from behind Leon and strangled his neck hard. The black tattoos on the forearms were topped by bulging veins and blood vessels, showing a different kind of strength and beauty. It can be seen that

The owner of the arm used so much strength.

Leon was interrupted only halfway through his words. The boss stretched out his hands from his pockets, twirled his cigar, turned around and made a helpless gesture to his men, and joked with a smile: "This guy doesn't seem to realize that he is

In this situation, am I being too kind?"

"No, boss!" The younger brothers shouted in confusion.

"You are the most vicious! Cruel!"

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"Yes, you are the most inhumane!"

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"Ugly! He doesn't look like a good person!"

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"Who said that just now!"

The boss reached down again and successfully controlled the situation. He turned around and looked at the mysterious killer who was being harassed by the strong man. He took out a very gorgeous knife from his suit, which was a letter cutter.

"My uncle gave it to me. I used it to kill my stepfather and start my career.

The last person this knife killed was my uncle. I regret it very much, but he really deserves to die.

We still have to use knives, that's our style, isn't it?

So! Now, who is willing to use this knife to cut open the mask of our Mr. Killer and cut off his ears?

Be careful, don’t let our Mr. Killer die accidentally. It’s okay to stab him a little, but don’t hit his vitals.”

Holding up the letter cutter, the boss showed off his skills like a poor host and an unreliable auctioneer.

However, the younger brothers were extremely supportive, and random voices sounded again. Some people raised their machetes, various hunting knives, and even bone chopping knives, loudly recommending themselves to the boss.

"Why don't you let me try it myself?"

The sound was not loud, but the boss heard it very clearly because it was the only sound coming from behind him.

Holding the knife, he turned around and saw that it was the killer wearing a strange mask who was speaking.

His current state is a bit strange, because he is so normal. He is obviously locked with a guillotine, but he didn't even take his hands out of his pocket.

Also, his voice was too normal. The boss felt a little doubt and uneasiness in his heart, but he was immediately washed away by the turbulent sound behind him.

Yes, I have so many people, why should I be afraid when facing a caught fool?

"Ha, that's interesting..."

The boss turned the knife in his hand, looked at Leon with a smile in his eyes: "You want to cut off your own ears, and then beg me to spare your life?

Oh hahaha, no, no, in that case, such a big battle today would be too boring, what do you think?"

Leon still ignored the pair of big arms around his neck and calmly returned: "You just said that using knives is your style. I think I should know what kind of gang you are.

Let’s make a bet.”

bite.

The boss's knife fell from the air and he caught it in his hand. The tail of the knife hit the silver cufflinks on his sleeves, making a crisp sound.

"……explain."

The boss's smile gradually faded and his voice was no longer high. A while has passed since the guy wearing the mask was caught, but the boss never saw what he wanted to see and heard what he wanted to hear.

Yes, this made him very uncomfortable.

"It's better than this..."

Leon took his hands out of his pockets.

"We use our fists..."

Raise your arms.

"Use a knife..."

Curl your hands.

"I am alone..."

Put it on the arm around your neck.

"To all of you."

Click!

With a heart-breaking scream, Leon crushed the arm locked on his own arm with his hands.

Dang clang...

The letter-cutting knife fell to the ground, making a clanging sound.

"Kill him! Kill him! Go to—! Go!"

The boss roared at the top of his lungs and kept pushing the younger brothers around him with his hands. However, his own legs not only did not move forward, but did not even stop in place, and kept retreating.

"Haha...how can there be no witnesses when the show begins?"

Leon laughed wildly and stepped forward. He grabbed the blade of the knife that was coming towards him with his hand. He turned his hand and twisted it and he already had the knife in his hand. He pinched the back of the knife and pushed it forward and inserted it into the neck of the knife owner.

Lowering his head to avoid the spurt of blood, Leon punched a person in the nose. The fainting effect did not occur. The guy's head was knocked back at a weird right angle, and he died straight on the ground.

Loud shouts and screams, muffled groans, and the sound of metal collision and breaking continued to come from the center surrounded by people. Leon laughed the loudest, either with his fists, or his legs, and sometimes

If you grab a knife from someone else's hand, every time you take a knife, you will take away an unlucky person's organ or life.

After Leon slashed the knife on someone's head for the fourth time and the blade broke, the strong men holding the knife finally got scared and retreated.

They hesitated and enlarged the encirclement. They looked at each other, but could only see each other's sweat and trembling.

Finally, the first knife was thrown to the ground, and the first man turned around and ran away, exposing his back.

Then, it got out of hand.

At this time, Leon, who was now in a pool of blood and laughing evilly, was carefully looking for the letter cutter that had just fallen on the red ground.

"Ah...hehe, I found it."

Leon was already very careful, but he still made himself look like a slaughtered pig, covered in blood.

The stench made Leon very disgusted. He needed to change his clothes, but thinking about it, maybe if he changed it now, it would still be dirty later. After all, everyone hadn't taken care of everything yet.

"Then hurry up. Just in time, this weapon is very good."

"Lift up your skull~Let me see your eyebrows~tick-tick-tick-tick, la la la la~ la la la!"

Singing softly, Leon turned the letter cutter and chased after him slowly.

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After resting for a while and finishing the cigarette, Leon finally remembered that he hadn't changed his clothes yet.

"Well... there is still one person left. Let's change it after we solve it. Hey~! I must take a good bath today!"

Picking up the letter cutter on the table, Leon walked step by step to the hung boss.

"It's just that your ears have fallen off. Why do you look like you're going to die? You look so bad."

"beg……"

"Hey! Stop it!"

Leon's "Stop" was also very hardcore. He stabbed the boss in the leg with a knife, causing him to grit his teeth and hold back the next words.

"Hey, what I hate most is when people beg for help! There is gold at the man's knees. I know you want to withdraw the gold, but you can't even kneel now, so don't mention it."

At this time, those people who were packed in the containers all walked out tremblingly. Some people vomited directly after seeing the scene outside, and some people fainted as soon as their eyes rolled.

"You guys, forget it, call the police yourself. Do you know English? Oh, that's fine, then."

Leon threw a mobile phone over. He also had many of these.

"Call the police, you know, okay, help the big one with the little one. Don't look, this is an adult matter, cover your eyes and get out."

A girl answered Leon's call, nodded tremblingly, then closed her eyes tightly, supported the child beside her, and left here with one foot and one foot.

Leon shook his head slightly: "Look, how much evil you have done. I tell you, you are worthy of death many times."

Let’s do the first time now. Hey~! Look, this is a boning knife. As the name suggests, it is mainly..."

Jingle bell bell~~

The phone rang.

Leon frowned and took out his cell phone.

"Wai? Ah? Me? I'm on vacation. Screaming... there's no screaming, I'm killing a chicken.

Who says you can't kill chickens when you're on vacation? Oh Fury, you have something to say...

who?!

Sol?

Where?

Oh...I know, I will rush over. Wait...

What else can you do? If you don’t kill half of the chicken, the chicken will be in so much pain!

How come you have no sympathy at all...

What a chicken! I’m talking about killing a chicken! Not making a chicken and making a chicken! You know... you know shit, you know! Okay, I’ll be there in a moment! Goodbye!"

Putting down the phone, Leon stabbed the boss in the leg with a knife, twisted the knife handle, and thought about some questions at the same time.

"Oh... I seem to be in a hurry, let's hurry up!"

After saying that, Leon stabbed the "Diaolu Chicken" in the heart.