The God of Injustice in Marvel

In an abandoned nursing home in the city, a group of motorcycle gangsters and a group of gang members wearing flowered headscarves and large gold chains stood facing each other. They exchanged many insults and provocations with each other, but they did not take action.

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This place was originally a charitable orphanage, established by the city's richest people in conjunction with charitable organizations, specifically to adopt street children. Later, the rich man was imprisoned for a crime, and his enemies were afraid that he would not fall completely, so they all

Help, report bravely, and expose the crimes of the rich. During that time, there were not enough private detectives in the city.

The rich man's crimes were notarized one by one, and the people's hatred for him was growing day by day. When someone revealed that the orphanage was a base camp used by the rich man to destroy corpses and abduct children, the people were excited and reached its peak.

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They semi-spontaneously swarmed into the rich man's mansion when he was in court for trial, beat his family members to death, looted his property, and then set fire to everything.

After the rich man returned to prison, he quickly killed himself with a rope.

It took a whole day to transport the bones from the orphanage. This orphanage became a place that everyone talked about.

Later, this unaccepted building was officially used as a mental hospital, a temporary transfer point for prisoners, and finally a sanatorium. Unfortunately, the effect was not very good. It is not only a problem of aura, but also a psychological effect. Some people always say that here

I have seen unclean things, and this place is the real deal. No matter what color the walls are painted or what kind of door is replaced, it always gives people a gloomy feeling.

The reason why people want to completely abandon this building is that the death rate here is indeed a bit ridiculously high.

The stories passed down by old people, coupled with the false rumors, and the eerie feeling that really exists, the place is gradually deserted, even affecting the land use and people's livelihood development nearby. More and more people are moving away from here, and everyone is also

It seems that they are deliberately avoiding this place, making it a place forgotten by the people and municipal management.

Therefore, those criminals are cheaper here.

In his previous life, Leon once saw a line while watching an American TV series: In every beautiful park, countless amounts of cash circulate at night.

Leon went to check it out of curiosity, and the result was really interesting.

The cash transactions here are of course not the night market stalls selling snacks, jewelry, toys, etc., but white powder.

More than 60% of the laundry detergent business in the world was finally completed in the United States and eventually dispersed into the hands of retail investors. No matter how big the business was, it was dispersed layer by layer and finally reached the hands of the addicts at the bottom. It still remained simple and unsophisticated.

The way is, hand to hand, money for things, one person a little, a day a little.

As for those dirty businesses in the stinky ditches, most of them actually happen at night, and most of them happen in parks, not on the streets, docks, abandoned warehouses and the like.

Therefore, this place is full of buffs and no one is willing to come even if someone reports the crime. Maybe there is a ghost, maybe something happened in the past, but others are afraid, but those in need will never be afraid. They love

I love this place so much, I love this dilapidated house with mottled white walls.

There is no need to say more about the composition of these two groups of people. Their purpose of gathering here at this moment is also extremely simple.

It's a land grab.

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The two parties have been confronting each other here for a long time. It's a cold day with heavy dew. I don't know how those black guys with baggy pants, turbans and vests can bear it.

On the other hand, those strong white men across the street are very witty. Isn't it reasonable for someone who is a motorcycle gang to wear a leather jacket, cycling clothes, etc.

The two people standing at the front of the crowd became interested again and cursed each other for a while. Maybe they were really "discussing", but it was just like they were scolding each other.

Once again, the "negotiation" failed, and both parties began to take out their mobile phones and call their respective bosses.

Not long after, the crowds on both sides separated into a gap, and the people who could really speak and had the right to make decisions arrived.

What’s interesting is that the man from the motorcycle gang came here in a luxury car, while the man from the other side wearing a big gold chain and flowered turban came here on a motorcycle.

"Hey, Louis, you know, we were here first."

He was obviously a big boss of the motorcycle gang, but he was sitting in a car driven by a chauffeur. The white man in suits and leather shoes looked at his valuable watch and pointed directly at the focus of the problem, demonstrating his natural ownership.

The black guy named Louis opposite was also unambiguous and nodded with a big smile: "Yeah~ yes, the last time you told us that, the Indians were watching in the shack nearby."

The biker gang boss frowned slightly, put his hands in his pockets, and looked very impatient: "Louis, I don't have time to tell you these stupid jokes here. If you don't want everyone to look bad, it's better to stop saying these useless things.

The bullshit is better."

All the black guys in the world seem to have the same moral character. Louis, who is naturally high, shook his skinny body and clapped his hands: "Okay. My opinion is...

fu.ck you, Gary."

The motorcycle gang boss named Gary seemed to have known that this would be the result. He sneered and turned to leave, while the leather-clad guys riding motorcycles smiled and reached into their arms, ready to take action directly.

Looks like.

Louis didn't seem to expect that his old rival would be so direct this time. He seemed a little unable to react for a while. He didn't look back until the roar of the engine gradually faded away, and then looked at the motorcycle gangs opposite with contempt.

"Hey! You idiots, your boss has run away. Hahahahaha!"

Louis, who was laughing and retreating, quickly retreated into the group of younger brothers behind him. At this time, all members of the colorful turban army had their guns in hand.

The battle was about to break out, but one of the bosses ran away, while the other boss disappeared. For a moment, the situation seemed to be a bit frozen, and no one on both sides dared to be the first to shoot.

The situation was deadlocked for dozens of seconds, and some people were sweating.

Just as everyone's guns were slowly lifting from their hangdowns bit by bit, a vague shout came from the distance.

"Can't fight~Can't fight~"

What followed was the sound of a heavy locomotive's engine that was extremely familiar to both parties.

Then, they saw a white man riding a motorcycle and wearing a black leather jacket slowly parked his car in the middle of the two parties.

What shocked everyone even more was that there was another person in his car. The big boss of the motorcycle gang who had just left.

only……

Didn't he just leave in a luxury car?

Why did you switch to a motorcycle now?

There's no problem with motorcycles. I'm a motorcycle enthusiast.

only……

Does a motorcycle also need a driver?

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Johnny was speechless and uneasy now.

The Night Watchman said that he would take him to the city, find a place to stimulate his abilities, learn skills and so on, and find a few unlucky people to vent his anger on.

Johnny naturally had no right to refuse, so he followed him in a daze.

The two of them searched for a long time and finally found this place. Inexplicably, the night watchman who was so excited just now and wished that Mr. Night Watchman would just come out and kill him immediately suddenly lost his temper.

, not only laughed out loud, but also hid with Johnny, saying that he was waiting to see the show.

This wait lasted for more than an hour.

People on both sides just don’t fight!

Johnny felt that the night watchman beside him seemed to wish he could go out and fight for them.

Waiting and waiting, waiting and waiting, when the bosses from both sides appeared, it was about to start a fight, but Mr. Night Watchman suddenly didn't want them to fight.

What else are you saying to yourself: If someone dies in a fight, won’t I suffer a big loss... something like that.

Then, he took Johnny with him and stopped the car of the leaving motorcycle gang boss.

When the biker gang boss lowered the car window in an all-out manner, revealing half of his face that was obscured by the night, and was about to say harsh words, Mr. Night Watchman pulled the car door down and threw it to an unknown place.

Then he stood there and took a bunch of bullets from the driver. He politely stretched out his finger to make a pistol gesture, and blew off the driver's head with a "bang". Then he blew the stunned motorcycle gang leader with a big mouth.

After regaining consciousness, she politely and gently combed his messy hair, and asked gently: "Do you know me?"

Johnny looked disgusted from behind, trying not to think about the blown "watermelon" he just saw. Only this time did Johnny confirm that he had heard and learned about the legends about the Night Watchmen before.

, are all true.

What they described was already very restrained.

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"Boss!"

The little leader of the motorcycle gang was very puzzled when he saw that his big brother was back.

This is different from what was planned. Didn't you say that everyone should wear the bulletproof vests they bought and kill all the colorful headscarves who sing rap and play basketball today?

There is nothing in this plan that says you will go into battle in person!

The young leader of the motorcycle gang thought about his boss's poor marksmanship and weak eyesight, and felt more and more that something might have happened that he didn't know about.

Moreover, I have never seen this driver before... Wait! Isn't this the famous motorcycle show boy?

"Boss?!"

He took a step forward and shouted again. In this sentence, the meaning of inquiry was very obvious and complicated.

"Don't come here...don't shoot..."

The leader of the motorcycle gang looked at his younger brother and said this tremblingly.

"Boss!"

In the third sentence, this sentence has a strong sense of vigilance. At the same time, the little leader took a step back and held the gun with both hands.

"If I were you..." Johnny turned his head and said, "I would listen to him and stand there honestly."

"Is that you the person who shouted outside just now?" The little boss looked unkind: "Are you a cop?!"

As soon as these words came out, the colorful turbans who were watching the excitement over there also made a commotion. After the crowd commotion, Louis, who had just retreated behind everyone, appeared again: "What "up, man? Hoho ~ you seem to be..."

"I think it's best if you don't say anything. If you can be smarter." Johnny said the same thing to the black guy again.

"Do you really know who you are talking to? Ah?!"

A sudden pair of hands rested on Brother Black's shoulders: "With you, Louis. Or, isn't your name Louis?"

Louis was shocked, and just as he was about to raise his hand to raise his gun, the heavy pressure on his shoulders forced him to kneel down, and his gun was also gently pinched with his hands. From his tight grip, Louis

He grabbed it with his tight hands.

Louis, grinning in pain, raised his head, widened his eyes, and saw an ever-changing face under the moonlight.

"So..." The faceless man lowered his head and said, "Tell me, what did you see?"

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Two minutes later.

There was a tense situation just now, and they were almost about to abandon their previous feud and speak out unanimously. The black and white gangs who had focused on the two of them stood in a queue without taking a breath.

There are also those who are unwilling to take sides, and there are quite a few of them. They all die quickly, but they have an artistic flair.

Among them was Louis, the flowered turban, who died in the most artistic way. He was wrapped up by Lyon with iron sheets in the space and suffocated to death.

Until his death, Leon kept the metal iron sheet intact and active, vividly showing both parties what nightmare terror and silent fear are.

Now, the metal "sculpture" with despair all over his body, one hand grabbing his throat and the other desperately stretching forward, stands at the front of the queue, facing the trembling little cuties with fright in their eyes.

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A little further ahead in the queue, Leon was gesticulating and brainwashing, seemingly convincing Johnny that he could "see" the guy opposite who peed his pants with his eyes.

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"Mr. Night Watchman, I...I still don't seem to understand. How about you give me a demonstration?"

When Leon heard Johnny say this, he almost got so angry that he slapped Johnny on the head with a spoon.

If I knew how to do this, I would have just performed it for those bastards who wanted to run away, and why don’t you tell me that!

After giving Johnny a roll of his eyes through the mask, Leon raised his hand and put his finger on the temple of the "prop".

Bang!

Another watermelon exploded.

Leon walked to the queue to look for new props, while Johnny lay on the ground and vomited.

Although I had seen the power of this "pistol" before, it was far away at that time and it was too dark, so I couldn't see the details clearly, and it didn't have such a big impact.

This time not only did I get up close and watch the entire process from all angles, but...

He was so surprised just now that he opened his mouth a little wider, so...

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When Leon walked to the queue over there, people knelt on the ground in a commotion. These guys still remembered what Leon had just said. No one dared to run or make any other moves, but they watched the people being led away by Leon.

What happened, these guys were all scared.

Leon didn't care about them, he looked left and right, hey! There was someone who happened to be looking at him.

"It's just you, the one over there wearing glasses, come out!"

The guy in the leather jacket first trembled and pointed his finger at his face. After getting a long "Hmm~" from Leon, he rolled and crawled and ran away.

Then, Leon's clone snuck back from the outside.

"The main body, he pulled it."

"Really?"

"Well, it's all in my shoes."

"Ouch~! Disgusting! Go over there and burn him, stay away!"

The clone pinched its nose, nodded, and left.

Leon smiled and clasped his hands behind his back, looked at these cuties, and said softly:

"Is there anyone who volunteers? Otherwise, I will order my troops and generals~"

(ps: It turns out...if you drink too much sake, you will also vomit...)