The God of Injustice in Marvel

"Leon, Leon? Leon, where are you looking? Don't laugh like an anime villain, okay!!!"

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On the streets late at night, the blade warrior, who was completely black, wearing leather clothes, sunglasses, black boots, and even his special skin, was hiding in a dilapidated alley. He looked down at his watch from time to time, and then looked up at the sky.

After basically defeating the vampire family, completely putting a stamp on his life as a human being, and avenging his great revenge, Blade had a period of silence.

That period of time was not short, and I was not afraid of the sun. I locked myself in the room all day without seeing the sun, and often did not go out once for more than ten days.

Because he was confused and couldn't find the goal of his life, and he didn't know where he would end up in peace in the distant journey.

Later, it was Leon who helped him.

Leon, who also didn't show even an inch of skin, pulled Blade off the bed as soon as he entered the door and beat him firmly.

Not to mention, after the beating, people feel energetic.

He was no longer decadent and had a goal. Leon gave him a "painting" and told him that in this "paint" there was probably one of the oldest vampires in the world.

This guy is the Count Dracula they discussed before. As long as this guy is still there, the vampires will still be there, and his career is far from over.

Moreover, after Leon beat him cleanly, he left immediately. Before leaving, he said this to the Blade Warrior: "Since you consider yourself a human being, you also have an obligation to eliminate some people wearing human skins."

Slagworms or something like that.”

Daofeng thinks it makes sense!

Since then, Blade has not seen Leon, and even the legend of the Night Watchman hidden in the night has gradually faded away.

However, Dao Feng has never worried about the safety of his friend.

They haven't been in contact with Lyon for a long time, but Blade is still very careful about Lyon's methods.

How could a cautious, powerful and shameless person die so easily?

He must have gone to harm others. Instead of worrying about Leon, it would be better to worry about those people who look like bad people.

Blade knows how to investigate and even has his own "murderous mysophobia", but Leon doesn't have that. He may not have many unjust lives on his hands.

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Life has become more rhythmic again. Although Blade is not afraid of the sun, he is still used to doing things at night. Maybe people who play with knives always have a feeling of repulsion. There have been several times when Blade's prey has been killed by Leon's knife.

Fa Zhanzhan's daughter was snatched away. Seeing that the little girl still came out to perform surgeries every day, Dao Feng was completely relieved.

But he didn't expect that one day Leon would ask him for help.

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"I told you to stop laughing, that guy on the motorcycle is the person you are looking for."

Dao Feng didn't quite understand why Leon had to practice that kind of laughter that made people feel uncomfortable all over.

In Leon's own words: "Now that I'm working for the Lord of Hell, of course I have to add some laughter from the underworld!"

Although what he said was very clear, Dao Feng just couldn't understand it.

Maybe, this is the difference between normal people and mentally ill people!

in addition……

"Leon, I remember that you used to be able to fly. Why... do you want to sit on such a thing?"

With a sinister laugh (double correct), Leon sat on what looked like a half-shelled eggshell, covered with what "seemed" to be airbag-like lines, and flew over in the air.

Pretty stable.

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After Leon returned from hell, he communicated with Tony for a long time and confirmed again and again the fact that the Silver Glider had never appeared on Earth again.

So, no matter how the process goes, the hurdle between the Silver Glider and the possible appearance of Galactus is over for the time being.

Well, for now.

As troubled as the earth is, I can't guarantee that I will run into Uncle Tun again in the future.

Maybe they are here to find their daughter~

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Now that Mephisto has fulfilled his promise, Leon doesn't really want to owe this big boss the favor and promise.

When it comes to playing dirty tricks, Mephisto and the others, who came from hell, are natural masters.

Either the one who sold his soul or the one who dedicated his life, Leon didn't want to get caught inexplicably.

Regarding finding a messenger for Mephisto, Leon decided to do it as soon as possible.

Moreover, Leon really couldn't stay at home, and he could draw a real top-level ten-series at a glance. He seemed to have seen the Kryptonian blood waving to him, and he was just short of the purification value. He would definitely have to

Go out and find some kind-hearted people to help put it together!

So that night... Leon couldn't help but take a cigarette first.

What I drew...

Quite interesting.

[Frieza's hovercraft]

Grade: blue

Quality:Excellent

Description: A fully automatic thought/voice controlled two-in-one small single-person aircraft determined by an intelligent system. It has a top speed of Mach 2, has certain defense capabilities, and has no windshield.

Note: Frieza's favorite stroller. Rumor has it that the main reason why Frieza maintains his short stature in his first form and final form is because he likes this stroller so much.

Note 2: Panoramic surround sound and intelligent air disturbance prevention allow you to enjoy wonderful music while moving at full speed!

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When Leon first took out this thing, he almost smashed it.

Why the hell is this thing not even equipped with a windshield, but it actually spent so much effort on some kind of special panoramic sound effect?!

Snap.

Leon sat in the stroller...in the aircraft and pressed the only manual button in the car.

"...Zi~~...What's my father's father's name? My father's father is called grandpa, and my mother's mother's name is..."

Beautiful music instantly filled the whole room.

In the aircraft, Leon's face is longer than a donkey's.

...This is the special code...

He made a box with an iron plate overnight to lock the only button. Leon didn't want to suddenly die when he was having fun in the future.

To be honest, although this thing is useless, and Leon's own flying speed has long exceeded Mach 2, but such a big figure still has real effects, and Leon still likes it.

However, if you want to go out on this thing and help find the Hell Messenger, you can't bother Tony.

It is strange to say that Lyon has drawn so many prizes from the system prize pool. Basically, the equipment and skills are divided in half. However, there are many equipments in hand, but not many that have real technological content.

The more distinctive one is the Air Knife four-wheel drive, which is borrowed by SHIELD and Tony every day. It is indeed of no use anymore, but Leon is reluctant to part with it, but it is hard to say not to borrow it.

Tony must not let Tony see this thing.

otherwise…………

Leon thought about the "beautiful music" that came with that thing. If Tony discovered this, he would be laughed at for years at least.

S.H.I.E.L.D.…

Neither SHIELD nor Fury is a good person!

Tony is not good at it, and neither is SHIELD. If you really want Leon to find someone by himself, he is not good at it either. He is good at killing people, but that is also random!

After thinking about it, Leon thought about sealing the stroller...the aircraft for a while. Suddenly, during a casual chat with Sophia, he remembered that if he was familiar with these street news, looking for people to find places, etc., that kid from Blade Blade was also one.

What a great move!

Didn't Dao Feng find all the vampire's hidden strongholds one by one? Even the real and fake lairs of the thirteen clans were recorded. It should be very simple to ask Dao Feng to help find someone.

There was a name, an approximate age, and an occupation. If Blade couldn't do this, Leon decided to beat him again.

Sure enough, I went to see Dao Feng the first day, and the phone call came from Dao Feng the next night.

The person has been found.

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"Johnny Blazer, he seems to have had another name. He moved from a small town and engaged in motorcycle stunt work. His characteristic is that he is not afraid of death, well... or maybe he is lucky.

In short, this should be the Johnny you are looking for."

Daofeng stood at the entrance of the alley, watching with Leon a heavy motorcycle passing by the street at the entrance of the alley, and explained to Leon.

Next to him, Leon, who was sitting in the baby... flying machine, said in a strange and high-pitched voice: "Well~ Yes, this king... cough! I mean, good job, Blade, this is indeed the person I am looking for.

."

Although his eyes were hidden behind the wide sunglasses and it was difficult to see the details, the raised eyebrows and the knitted eyebrows still betrayed the blade.

"Hey! Turn your head and see what I'm doing!"

Dao Feng didn't even want to talk to Leon, this kid must have suffered from another illness.

"What are you looking for him for?"

Blade asked.

Leon was just about to join in and laugh at the top of his voice to brighten the atmosphere. He turned around and saw Dao Feng, who was tilting his head and frowning at him. He felt relieved and returned to normal: "Ahem... I'm ready.

Send him to play his true role in the original script."

Script? True character acting?

Daofeng nodded, indicating that he understood.

Leon smiled: "Why are you nodding? Do you really understand what I want to do to him?"

"Of course." Dao Feng said, "You want to trick him."

Leon: "..."

It’s true to say that about the special code!

Not as rare as a blade, Leon thought he should have a lot of them.

"Then I'll go find him first. Hey, Dao Feng, in the past few days, help me find some comparisons, um... large criminal groups or groups, etc., I..."

"Yeah, okay."

Leon scratched his head: "Uh... don't ask..."

Blade lowered his head slightly, revealing a pair of white and black eyes through the upper edge of his sunglasses: "Other than having itchy hands and wanting to kill someone, can you give me any other answer?"

Leon: "..."

I'm just saying that these street people are the most annoying!

"Goodbye! I'll beat you again in the middle of the night!"

Leaving behind a harsh word, Leon flew away in a baby... aircraft and disappeared.

Dao Feng kept looking up in the direction where Leon was leaving. After a long time, he took out an old mobile phone from the pocket of his leather jacket, blindly pressed a series of numbers, and was quickly connected.

Dao Feng put the phone to his ear, still looking at the night sky, and whispered: "Lao Hui, I'm going to stay at your place today...

No... I don’t have a mission... I just haven’t seen you for a long time. Don’t I miss my friends?”

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Johnny returned home exhausted, without turning on the lights, he walked to the refrigerator skillfully, found the refrigerator door skillfully in the dark, reached in skillfully and took out a can of cold beer.

He was the only one in the house, with few furniture and out of the way. Johnny couldn't remember how long it had been since he had turned on the light.

He threw himself on the sofa, leaned on the hand guard, twisted his body a few times, changed into a comfortable position, stretched his hand to the side, and found the TV remote control.

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Johnny also got nothing today.

As usual, he rode his motorcycle over an obstacle that was not too long but too dangerous. He earned a large sum of bonuses and dividends, but the money disappeared as soon as it changed hands.

Other motorcycle stunt performers cross ramps, scales, or at most put up a few stationary cars as a stunt, but Johnny leaps over a helicopter with roaring propellers at the same distance.

Other stunt riders, who love beautiful girls on their bikes, hugged the model directly to the hotel after the performance, but Johnny rode his bike home.

When other people make money, they either enrich themselves or their families, and at the worst, they buy wine to relieve their worries. Johnny's money is used to fund private detectives, ancient Chinese characters professors, private libraries, and money to hire people.

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It's rare for him to live like this, he might die in the performance every day, making life-threatening money, but living as dull as dead water.

What his father told him before he died kept flashing through his mind.

That surname passed down from generation to generation, that ancient curse, that mysterious old man who appeared at his father's funeral, those riddle-like words...

Johnny didn't know how long he would have to look for, or what he was looking for. He didn't even know why he was looking for it, or what he would do after he found it.

He just wanted to know, wanted to know why. Why him, why every generation of his family died inexplicably.

The thoughts in his mind were chaotic and confusing. The unsystematic fragments and flashbacks, stimulated by alcohol and fatigue, made his brain more and more sluggish, turning it into a mess.

The TV went on and off, dimmed and on again, and Johnny unconsciously pressed the button to change channels mechanically with his hand.

Annoying variety shows, animations, soap operas, bikini beauty pageants, news, advertisements...

Um?

Johnny's thoughts suddenly returned to his mind. The female reporter who was hosting the location news... seemed to be...

Johnny changed his sitting position, put down the empty beer can, rubbed his eyes, and sat up straight.

This female reporter was his former lover.

At that time, under that tree, Johnny finally failed to keep the appointment.

"Go back and change the channel. What news are you watching!"

The sudden voice behind him made Johnny jump up from the sofa in shock, and the remote control flew out of his hand.

In the darkness, a hand stretched out and caught the remote control.

With a press of his finger, the TV show changed back to the bikini catwalk. The hand holding the remote control waved lightly, and the remote control was thrown back into Johnny's hand.

Forced to remain calm, Johnny moved carefully: "You...I didn't see your face. There is cash in the key bowl at the door. You can get it yourself. I promise..."

"Do you promise not to get the Shuangtong shotgun over there?"

Johnny was startled and stood still.

The voice in the darkness said again: "Move over."

"……ah?"

"Step aside. You're blocking me from watching TV. Number 96 is almost over!"

Johnny turned around and saw a model with a broad mind on the TV. The number plate on her waist was exactly the number 96.

"What the hell...is going on..."

Staying awake in the middle of the night, breaking into private houses to steal money, and grabbing special code remote controls?!

(PS: That little white flower is delicious. Do you have any good wine recommendations? No white wine. No high-alcohol wine. Otherwise, I might not come out.)