The God of Injustice in Marvel

The words are divided into two parts.

When Leon first consulted Tony here and then went to Strange to discuss his "condition", Doctor Octopus was not idle here either.

As expected, he did not go directly to trouble Osborn Biotech after listening to Lyon's "intelligence". After all, only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you be victorious in every battle.

Doctor Octopus's first stop was the small bar in the dark alley that Leon had just visited before.

The ruthless iron claw directly grabbed the door that the bar owner had just installed. Leon kicked it down when he came in, and Doctor Octopus pulled it out.

It was almost early in the morning, and in another hour or two it would be daylight, and by then it would be time for these intelligence dealers to go to sleep.

Therefore, when Doctor Octopus was full of evil spirits, wearing windproof goggles danglingly, and slowly walked into the bar step by step with his octopus legs, there were not many people left in the entire bar.

"you……"

Although I don't know who this guy who suddenly barged in is, whoever does intelligence work doesn't have a keen eye.

His characteristics are too obvious.

"...You are Doctor Octopus?!"

His eyes slowly turned to the bald man with a mustache, and Doctor Octopus shot out a mechanical flying claw, pulled the unlucky man's leg and pulled him over.

Holding the man upside down in the air at eye level with him, Doctor Octopus found it strange, because not only did this guy not feel scared when he recognized him, but he also didn't feel a trace of fear even when he was lifting him up.

Because of this kid, he kept laughing when he was lifted upside down by Doctor Octopus.

"I'm curious, aren't you afraid of me?"

The three prongs of Doctor Octopus's other mechanical claw opened and closed like scissors, making constant clicking sounds in front of the unlucky man's eyes.

"Listen...you filthy, smelly gutter rat! You should be afraid of me! Unless...

You want to die!"

Bald Mustache:!???

He felt like he had heard similar words somewhere, but...

That person has been saying completely opposite things to the fat octopus man in front of me.

What was he talking about?

oh!

He said...

Don't be afraid of me, don't be afraid of me, why did you pee...

The last sentence will not be played.

Who is that person, Leon!

Sure enough...

Mustache lamented that the truly capable people in this world are always afraid that others will be too afraid of them, and worry every day that they will scare someone to death if they accidentally take a breath.

But those who are incompetent are afraid that others will know the fact that they are incompetent, so what they often do is: they suffer losses from the strong, and then they are too angry to speak, and then draw a knife to the more powerful person.

Weak people use it to show their so-called...

powerful.

Leon had just left here not long ago. He had just asked for information about the octopus monster before leaving. Now this guy came here angrily and lost his temper at a door as soon as he came up. What could happen?

He must have received a severe beating, and he came here to find confidence among ordinary people.

Mustache also had some narrow-minded guesses. Leon must have been very careful to control his power so that when educating this guy, he did not beat him to death and let him have such a bad temper and cause trouble for ordinary humans.

As an information dealer, he has of course seen videos of Leon beating everyone in the Avengers and a lot of superheroes.

Even if you, a fat octopus man, can grow a hundred tentacles and beat Leon, it is just a dream.

He straightened the hat hanging around his neck by the hat rope with his hands and put it on his head with great effort. Although he was hanging upside down and looked very silly, the mustache still kept his mission in mind: making money!

Intelligence dealers are the most fearless people in the world, and they are also the most shameless people.

As long as you can make money, nothing else matters.

Shameful?

Is it so shameful to be poor?!

I'm not even afraid of death. I'm so afraid of being embarrassed?!

…………………………………………

With a gentle smile, this was the standard smile that Mustache had specially practiced: "I guess you are here to buy information."

Mustache's calm behavior made the arrogant Doctor Octopus a little unable to accept it for a while.

Frowning, he turned to look at the other people in the bar.

Although most people covered their faces with wine glasses and hat brims, Doctor Octopus could certainly see the unconcealable smiles on their faces.

The bar owner didn't even look here. His attention was entirely on the door lying on the ground outside the bar.

"What's going on..."

Something weird!

Doctor Octopus looked at his mechanical tentacles: Are the people in the Big Apple City so receptive now?!

Aren't you supposed to be running around in fear, shouting about monsters and help?

"Sir, sir?"

Mustache reminded him gently: "Although it is a bit impolite to say this and may be a little abrupt, but...

If you want to ask something from me, could you please put me down.

I promise I will tell you everything, but I am a little dizzy now..."

Bang, both feet hit the ground.

Mustache let out a sigh, shook his head and drank himself a large glass of gin.

Ouch! The spirit of the special code!

"Now, you can ask questions." The mustache is still rich and graceful.

Doctor Octopus took a half step back in surprise. What happened tonight was a bit abnormal.

Then, perhaps because he felt that his anticlimactic threat was a bit "embarrassing," he took another step forward and said almost with a mustache on his face: "I want to ask you a question."

Mustache nodded: "Of course. May I ask..."

"Leon. He said he was some kind of night watchman."

Mustache's eyes widened, and all the calmness and calmness on his face disappeared.

Looking back at the colleagues behind me, I found that everyone was exchanging glances with each other. Everyone's expression was almost the same: they had seen the ghost of the special code.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I didn't hear clearly. What is the information you want to buy..."

"Leon!"

Doctor Octopus asked again. After asking, he took a step back.

The atmosphere in this intelligence bar today is really weird...

The mustache put his hand into his hat and scratched his head.

He was not afraid that someone would ask him about Leon's news and intelligence, nor was he afraid that Leon would take revenge or anything like that.

Intelligence traders in the Big Apple cannot avoid exchanging experiences with each other. Over time, everyone has some friendships and connections with other individuals.

Lyon's information has been circulating in the market since three years ago, but it has become more and more valuable, and then suddenly became worthless a few days ago.

It's not like Leon didn't know this, but he never took the initiative to seek revenge from any intelligence dealer because of this. At most, he would only get a beating and his eyes would hurt for a few days. Everyone knew this.

Many intelligence dealers died at the hands of Lyon, but no one died because of this.

Everyone is afraid of Lyon, but they are definitely not afraid of this.

What is strange to Mustache is that at this time, there are still people talking about Lyon in such a completely unfamiliar tone.

The reason why his information is worthless is not because there are too few people paying attention to his information, but quite the opposite!

Forget about information dealers like them, just find a newspaper, TV station, or even recruit a young man from school who can surf the Internet and use a mobile phone. Mustache can guarantee that no matter who you are looking for, he will definitely be able to give you a lot of information.

Pile of news and intelligence about Lyon.

The first thing that was put in the first file was definitely a video. It was the satellite video that recorded Leon beating up the entire Avengers.

And now, an adult who lives in the dark underground world and speaks the local language fluently has come to the gathering place of intelligence dealers to ask for news about Leon.

It really means that I don’t communicate with anyone in the world anymore, is that what I mean?

……………………

Although Mustache was a little hesitant, his professionalism was still there.

"This information is priced at...one dollar."

"One dollar?!"

"Yes. One dollar."

Taking out a banknote from his pocket, Doctor Octopus was already prepared to use absolute force to get what he wanted with nothing.

Unexpectedly, this kid is quite sensible!

Oh……

So, they are still very afraid of me.

Doctor Octopus looked at his robot hand and thought with happiness and satisfaction.

Next, Mustache did not take him to a secluded place, but directly ordered two glasses of wine, found an unoccupied table at the bar, took out a laptop, sat down together, and said this.

stand up.

"Leon, first of all... he cannot be defined as good or bad.

Personally, I prefer that he is a complete lunatic. However, he has his own set of principles and standards.

Look at this."

Mustache pushed the computer in front of Doctor Octopus. There was an open document on it, which recorded some information collected by Mustache about Leon's first year of "debut".

Doctor Octopus clicks.

Kill, kill, kill, or something...

kill.

The Leon in this information seems to have that weird quirk, going out every night to amputate people's limbs below the eyebrows or something like that.

Doctor Octopus saw the familiar figure wearing a mask, killing people for various reasons.

And dying in his hands is obviously not a terrible ending.

Those who sang at night and disturbed the public had their tongues pulled out, those who raced and hit the accelerator and had their hands cut off, those who molested their limbs, those who stole takeaways and were stuffed with dog feces, those who were trafficked and had their sky lanterns lit...

"This...this is simply..."

"This is so ridiculous. All the information I have here is just two months of work for him. Why do you think there are so few people in the Big Apple now?

You click on the red folder next to it, that's his second year's information."

Doctor Octopus frowned. Although he now considered himself a bad guy, he still felt deeply frightened when he saw the contents of this folder.

Click on the second folder.

In this folder, there are more non-text photos and videos.

A truck full of holes, the text below said: Suspected to have been poked with fingers.

A cut-up statue: Suspected Lyons toy car attack.

A bunch of Lyons: The one who seems to be the whole thing is Lyons!

…

Click on the video.

A large Japanese-style mansion, with dead red ninjas all over the floor, and more than a dozen Lyons laughing and killing people.

A European-style courtyard is exactly the same.

Snowy mountains...

desert……

forest……

…

Doctor Octopus has sweat on his forehead.

"He really... really killed so many..."

"Well, I can only tell you this: the information I have is simply incomplete.

Over there, click on the document marked with the skull and crossbones to take a look."

Special code... and more?!

Open the file.

First video.

The sky is full of ugly aliens.

"This is……"

"The Chitauri invade. You'll know it when you see it."

Of course Doctor Octopus knows about this, but isn't that the enemy that the Avengers defeated?

The video accelerated and skipped some scenes, and Doctor Octopus saw Leon arriving on horseback.

Then, there was a one-sided massacre.

How the hell does he have so many weird and terrifying abilities?!

"What about the back? Why is there no back?"

"I don't know either. Anyway, in the subsequent battle, both Leon and the man with antlers disappeared. No one knows where they went."

Doctor Octopus pondered.

Can I beat the antlered man?

Enough...

The comparison of combat power collapsed in the first second, and the answer naturally emerged.

"Look at the back, there is...

Forget it, just look at the last thing, that one can explain the problem."

Doctor Octopus took a look, you only have three videos in total!

Click on the last one, huh?

The Avengers beat themselves up? When did this happen? Why didn’t I know? Why did they do this?

After just one minute of watching, Doctor Octopus saw a familiar figure.

Leon, riding a horse, is here.

"Fuck!"

Doctor Octopus yelled: "He can even fight superheroes?!

He is not looking for death...

Damn it!

Did he win?!

Damn it!

He was so cruel!

Damn it!

None of these people combined can beat him?!

Damn it! My legs are so broken, this blood is spurting out..."

The video is less than four minutes in total. From about one minute after Lyon came on the scene, it was a one-sided battle.

Although he used to teach and do scientific research, and later ran for his life and hid every day, he still knew several of the superheroes in this video.

Apart from anything else, he still knows Iron Man, Captain America, and the Hulk who was directly beaten away.

But these people can't help but beat them...

Snap!

Closing the laptop, Doctor Octopus rubbed his face in pain.

The mustache on the opposite side smiled. When he first saw this video, he thought the world was going to be destroyed, and it was the same action.

"Leon, let's go find you."

Doctor Octopus rubbed his face without making a sound.

"I'm surprised he didn't kill you."

Still rubbing my face.

"I said, Brother Squidward, listen to my advice.

If he doesn't kill you, it definitely doesn't mean he can't kill you, you know what I mean.

I guess, he must have asked you to do something, so just do it, don't care what it is, just do it.

Can’t do it well…”

Mustache was at a loss for words for a moment, and then he received the message: "...If you don't do it well, it won't be too late to die by then, what do you think?"

Doctor Octopus raised his head.

I said?

What the hell am I talking about!

He stood up and walked out. Mustache asked with a smile on his seat: "Don't you want to run away? He flies very fast!"

"Run?! Am I the kind of timid person?"

Doctor Octopus waved his big black windbreaker: "Huh! I'll take a taxi to complete my mission!"