The God of Injustice in Marvel

503, he is playing with you, brother

"Wait wait wait!"

Leon was thrashing around randomly and kicking his legs, looking helpless...

"Wait a minute! You will need me! I know a lot of things! I can help you! I don't want to die!"

In the face of crisis, some people will rise up and resist, while others will just cry. This has nothing to do with whether they are strong or not, it is just that the desire to survive is expressed in different ways.

At some point, people's desire to survive will force them to do things that are not like themselves.

The man holding Leon's mouth moved slightly, as if he heard something funny.

"Hey, did you hear that? He said he could help us."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Everyone in the room laughed, and among them, Leon laughed the most.

He is really happy.

Bang! He punched Leon in the stomach with great force!

However, Leon had forgotten what it felt like to be hit in the stomach with such force. In order to avoid exposing his secret, he could only remain silent and pretend to be in pain and unable to scream.

…

After being thrown to the ground casually, the guy carrying Leon walked over to the only guy in the room with a tattoo on his face.

"Al, what do you think?"

The tattooed man named Al carried a chair and sat in front of Leon. His elbows supported his legs, his fingers were interlaced, and he poked the center of his eyebrows twice with his thumbs.

"Tell me, boy, why do you think you are worth living?

Or..."

He took out a brand new pistol from his waist and put it on Leon's head: "...What do you think you can do to help me?

You only have one chance, convince me, or die!"

Eh? Does this sound so familiar?

Leon ignored the muzzle of the gun above his head and showed a warm smile: "Hey, brother, I am an old resident of this neighborhood. I lived here for a long time before this house caught fire. I am familiar with this neighborhood...

No! I know all of Brooklyn! I...I understand Brooklyn! You..."

Leon slowly moved his forehead away from the muzzle of the gun, and glanced at the people in the room who were all smiling and looking very unsafe: "...If you are looking for someone or something, I can help! Really!

I... I have wanted to be a bad guy for a long time, but I just lacked a chance, please give me a way out, boss!"

With a playful smile, Al raised the muzzle of the gun.

"Drelli, throw him into that room."

Leon was once again lifted up by someone with one hand, opened a door roughly, and threw him in. The door was closed.

"Al, do you really want to keep him?"

At first, the bearded man who dragged Leon into the house didn't agree: "He may not be an ordinary person. What if he is really a policeman or...

Anyway, I think it’s better to kill him.”

Another person said: "Even if he is really a pawn, what can those guys do to us?

Aura, you are making too much fuss, we may have been changed..."

"Lang!"

Al stopped him.

"Don't talk nonsense."

He turned around and looked at the person sitting in front of the table playing with the computer: "You haven't found it yet."

The man just shook his head.

Al slowly played with a bullet and said slowly: "There is not much time. You know what will happen if you fail to complete the task.

I don’t want to die like Wilder and the others! You don’t want to either.”

Al's eyes ignored everyone, and no one dared to look at him.

Nodding with satisfaction, Al looked at the door that closed Leon and said to himself: "Since this kid is really an ordinary person, standing so carelessly at the door without any weapons, it is possible that he is a cop.

Sex is not high.

Ola, how's your checkup going?"

The guy named Aura who had been carrying Leon for a long time said: "There is no gun in his hand, he is very thin, he does not carry any weapons, and he smells of alcohol and... I don't know, the smell of cosmetics?

The possibility that he came to us specifically is very low."

Al nodded: "Then don't kill him for the time being. He will die sooner or later anyway. Let him do something for us. When the matter is done, just hang him anywhere in this room."

Anyway, didn’t he say that he had lived here before? Hahahaha..."

Everyone also laughed.

…………………………

The people outside the door were discussing, and inside the room, Leon, who was lying on the ground with a smile on his face, was also thinking.

Hahahaha! I was finally kidnapped!

So exciting, cool and fresh!

After being nervous for a while, Leon, who was rolling on the floor, finally calmed down and started to think about business.

Isn't this the room that I originally wanted to sublet to girls but didn't rent out...

This is not important!

Those guys outside are obviously not ordinary people.

This is ordinary but not ordinary, and it is not specific to their "profession".

Lyon still has a lot of experience in dealing with criminals.

familiar!

Generally speaking, ordinary street criminals and gang members rarely use new guns.

They all bought guns from various places using informal methods, and then rubbed off the serial numbers. Some of them were "experienced" and even scratched the rifling a little bit.

There are criminals like those in movies who wear suits and leather shoes, wear sunglasses, are handsome men and beautiful women, and have both civil and military skills, but they are extremely rare.

This kind of person will use all kinds of brand-name weapons nonchalantly, and throw them away without feeling any pain after using them.

However, such a person would never take it so lightly and let an "ordinary person" like him stand at the door for such a long time without realizing it.

There is no sentry or anything like that, but the surveillance will never forget to install one.

And then there's the physical fitness of those guys.

No matter how thin Leon is, he is still only 1.8 meters and 70 kilograms. There shouldn't be many people who can lift him with one hand. Moreover, it won't be so easy. He doesn't even have an expression on his face, just like lifting a child.

And outside, it seems like there are super strong men per capita.

Whether it was the one who dragged him in, the one who lifted him up, or the one who threw him in.

Finally, it was the lock on his wrist behind his back.

Leon is considered knowledgeable, but he has never seen such a lock anywhere.

Such a thing should come from some mysterious organization, not from a bunch of ordinary criminals.

"This group of people...has a problem! Hahaha!"

Leon felt that he must have been involved in some special incident again. Moreover, this incident should not be a special crime.

What is different from the past is that the angle he joins in this time is relatively strange.

But it feels pretty good!

…

With a creaking sound, the door was pushed open, and a guy with a sinister smile on his face, who looked like he was not a good person at first glance, walked in, held Leon's collar, and took him outside the house again.

"sit."

During the time when Lyon was "incarcerated", the people outside had already finished their meal, leaving a few crudely made sandwiches on the table.

Leon sat down at the table, face to face with Al.

"This is poison."

Al took out a delicate iron box and took out a small red pill.

This...I understand this too!

Leon picked up the pill and took it!

"This is the antidote...?"

Al's hand holding the white pill paused in the air.

He looked at Leon, who had an "I understand very well" expression on his face and kept winking, and was completely stunned.

Before being sent out to do this task, he had also done kidnapping cases in his early years. I have never seen such a cooperative person!

"Heh...hehehe...hahahahaha!"

Arqiang laughed calmly.

"May I have your name!"

"My name is...Li...Richard!"

I got used to it and almost blurted out my real name.

"Okay, Mr. Richard, lying can kill people..."

I'll ask you again, what's your name?"

"Snow, Snow-Barra-Rengar."

What the hell is this weird name?

"Okay, Snow, you..."

"Actually, my name is Matt Damon."

"…………"

"Matt!"

Al shouted, threatening the younger brothers who were looking at his joke with his eyes. Then he continued to look at "Matt" and said: "Matt, what you just took is a unique poison, so unique,

Not even of this world.

To be precise, it is actually a special kind of... bug.

When it hears a specific command, it will self-destruct. Then, your stomach will explode, and your heart will turn into pieces. Let me say this, do you understand?"

I understand! Brooklyn understands. Can you not understand?

Leon kept nodding.

This kid...why isn't he afraid...

Al didn't get the feedback he wanted, and felt a little uncomfortable.

After putting the small white pill into the iron box and shaking it, Al stopped talking.

After putting the iron box away, Al pointed to the sandwich in front of him: "Since you ate that, you are one of our own. I can say something to you."

Matt, you really..."

"I'm really ready to go through fire and water, Brother Chen!"

Who the hell is Brother Chen! Interrupting me again!

This kid doesn't have any mental problems...

Mania?

Al felt a little regretful for not killing him earlier. Now that he had saved his life, it was a bit uncomfortable to make the opposite decision so quickly.

It's better to endure it a little longer.

"Ahem! Matt, tell me, you are familiar with this area, right?"

Leon continued to nod: "Yes! I am America, I understand!"

Not so Brooklyn...

never mind.

"Okay." Al rubbed his temples with his hands.

"Boss, what's wrong with you? Do you have a headache? Do you have a bad stomach?"

Leon cared about Al very much, and his expression showed the solemnity of: I am so worried about your sudden death.

"Forget it, don't say anything. I'll ask you and then you can answer!"

Taking a deep breath, Al slowly asked: "This is around here, Brooklyn, right. You've lived here for a long time, so, are there any strange people in this area?"

Strange person? This is a strange question.

"Well, there's one right across the street!"

The people in the house immediately took out their guns and walked to the window.

"How strange!"

Leon pondered for a moment: "I suspect... the little girl opposite is disguised as a man!

Don’t girls all love to be clean? I’ve lived here for six years and I’ve never seen the girl opposite take a shower! He must be a boy!”

"What the hell..."

A man walked directly from the window and pointed a gun at Leon's head: "Al, he's playing tricks on you, he's playing tricks on us."

"I don't, boss! We are on the same team now! We can't fight among ourselves!"

Al gave the man a wink, and he stepped back, but he still held the gun in his hand, standing behind Leon, looking at the top of his head, with an unkind look on his face, as if he was looking for a place to aim and fire.

"Matt. Heh... I said strange, not this kind of strange.

I'm asking about superpowers. Superheroes and supercriminals!

Do you know?"

Ouch~?

This question is asked...

Leon's eyes also became weak.

"This, I know."

Al's expression became much kinder.

"explain."

Rolling his eyes twice, Leon didn't ask why, and said directly: "Since it's Brooklyn, we must talk about a generation of heroes, a legend who almost unified the entire underground world: Fisk Wilson!

AKA: Kingpin!

This person is amazing! He..."

Lyon's loud gongs and drums and the blast of firecrackers knocked out Fisk. While speaking, he did not forget to observe the faces of the people around him.

They don’t know about Fisk!!

You're in this kind of business, and you live in the Big Apple, so it's not like that!

The doubts have increased and the excitement has increased a hundred times!

…………

"good!"

After listening to Leon's description, Al decisively judged that this Kingpin was the perfect candidate to help them complete their mission!

He has a lot of information, a large territory, prestige, wide connections, and a lot of subordinates and elite soldiers. He has also dealt with many superheroes and super criminals at one time or another!

If this kind of person was controlled, how could he fail to complete his mission?

"This Kingpin, where does he live?"

Although Leon described Fisk as extremely tyrannical, these guys didn't seem to care at all. They probably wanted to directly ask for the address, then kill and arrest the person.

"Fisk, he's dead. It was a rainy day, he... eh! Brother! It's cold! It's cold!"

The person standing behind Leon stabbed the gun directly into the back of Leon's neck.

Al gave the man another wink, looked at Leon, and smiled: "Matt. If you do this, we won't be able to cooperate.

Next time he wants to kill you, I won't stop him."

Al shook the small iron box and threw it to the man standing behind Leon.

"Matt, what I'm asking is that he's alive. Don't give me any more...surprises. Okay."

"Hey! Brother, you told me earlier, what a surprise it is!"

Leon rolled his eyes twice more: "To say that this kind of person...is alive...

Night watchman! He..."

"No! We have known this person before, but his strength...in short, does not meet the requirements."

"Oh. Then...Captain Marvel!"

"Who is this person? Is he strong?"