Video bloggers in American comics

New York time: January 7, 11:47 p.m.

Nearly 15 hours have passed since Zhang Ming arrived in New York. With the Statue of Liberty as the center, citizens within a radius of ten kilometers have been dismissed, and troops are stationed around it.

After losing its popularity, the Statue of Liberty looks a bit depressed, especially at night, when it is dark and looks more like the devil's palace.

Originally, the military set up dozens of high-brightness lights at the garrison location, but Zhang Ming felt that these lights were too disturbing to sleep, so he fired barrages and smashed them one by one.

There are still fragments of lamps and glass covers scattered on the ground. The soldiers stationed here under orders are conducting daily patrols according to their usual training.

A young recruit raised his head and looked at the Statue of Liberty.

This is the big building he has seen since he was a child. It is to protect the democracy and freedom in his heart that he chooses to join the army, hoping to implement this belief.

"Let those who are exhausted and penniless after long journeys because they long to breathe the air of freedom, lean on each other and fall into my arms! I stand at the Golden Gate, holding high the light of freedom."

The recruits silently recited the verses carved at the foot of the goddess statue.

He didn't understand why his superiors didn't give the order to attack.

He also didn't understand why a group of fighter jets attacked an ordinary flight full of passengers yesterday.

All this seems so incredible to the recruit, completely different from the "free air" he longs for.

"Recruits! Pay attention to formation!"

"Sorry! Sir!" the recruit replied loudly, and he took one last look at the "Declaration of Independence" in the hand of the goddess.

I'm fighting for this, right? The recruit thought.

Just as he was lost in thought, a dark shadow flashed past them. The recruit immediately looked over. Under the noon sun, everything in front of him was calm and peaceful. Except for the sound of waves coming from New York Harbor not far away, there was nothing.

No.

The patrol team went in another direction, and the recruit had to turn his head and follow his comrades, thinking that he had seen it wrong.

But he was not mistaken, that shadow was Murakami who had just returned from the city.

400 years of practice allowed him to run in a short period of time at a speed beyond ordinary people's sight. Only a high-speed camera could barely capture his figure. Coupled with the weird pace, he was like a wisp of something that did not exist in this world.

shadow.

With this speed, Murakami passed through the army's defense line and returned to the top of the statue of the goddess.

"Chief, I'm back."

It is still a ninety-degree bow full of Japanese style. It must be said that Murakami is a person who is very good at expressing respect. His actions will not make people feel artificial or embarrassing, and he always has a just right degree.

After receiving Zhang Ming's response, Murakami straightened his back.

"Chief, I got news about Iron Fist."

"where?"

Murakami tapped his toes and said, "Underground."

He took out a map of New York City from his pocket and spread it out on the table. There was a complicated subway map on the map. Murakami took a red marker and started drawing along an orange line.

While drawing, Murakami said: "Because the United States developed earlier, the construction of the New York underground railway was earlier and more mature than that of most countries. There are dozens of complex underground railways underground in this city. Most of them provide

It is used by the residents living in this city, but there are still a very small number of parts that are abandoned due to various reasons——"

Murakami finally drew a circle at the end of the orange subway line.

"The Iron Fist is hidden here."

"Queens?" Zhang Ming remembered that Peter's home was nearby.

"Yes."

"Is the news accurate?" Zhang Ming asked.

Murakami handed over a detailed information with both hands. There were several photos and some written records on it. He said: "This is the information I provided from the secret line of the Hand. They cooperated with the Kingpin to thoroughly investigate the entire New York."

, in terms of lead acquisition channels, it has an advantage over us."

"Is it credible?" Zhang Ming asked about this hidden clue.

"He's as credible as me," Murakami said.

Zhang Ming nodded and understood what he meant.

Murakami positions himself very accurately, a guy driven by death and profit. This kind of person can betray everyone except himself.

As long as it is profitable for him, he will be the most loyal friend.

"Chief, I suggest taking action as soon as possible. The Hand has also obtained this information. If they seize the opportunity, we will be very passive."

"Where is Miyamoto?" Zhang Ming asked.

Murakami expressed ignorance and they split up after leaving the statue of the goddess.

The bright sunshine outside the window fell on the map, giving off a dazzling light. Zhang Ming grabbed the map.

"Then let's set off now and invite Mr. Iron Fist back." Zhang Ming turned around and said to Deidara, who was about to take action: "You don't have to go. The underground is not suitable for your explosive ninjutsu, and we also need it.

Stay here alone."

Of course, this is only part of the reason. The most important thing is that Zhang Ming cannot let Deidara launch an explosion in the center of New York. God knows how many casualties it will cause.

Deidara made an OK gesture.

After Zhang Ming recently opened Z's social platform, Deidara played the most, posting photos of some of his artworks from time to time and writing detailed introductions below.

At first Zhang Ming thought there would be only curses, but after two days, of course there were curses, but there were also many voices of appreciation.

Some of the followers are rough men who pursue excitement, like explosions and the smell of gunpowder smoke, and some are women, mainly mature women in their twenties and thirties, who like Deidara's appearance.

value……

As the big devil, Z lost to the handsome party again.

It was the first time that Deidara was noticed and admired by so many people. He was so beautiful that he couldn't stop smiling from ear to ear in the past two days. It didn't matter to him that Zhang Ming didn't take him to action. He was interacting with netizens while holding his mobile phone.

Zhang Ming and Murakami acted, one relying on sheer speed, the other relying on editing, and left the Statue of Liberty silently. After putting on simple disguises, they rushed to Queens.

They first took the subway and arrived at the terminal. Then, avoiding the staff and cameras, they quietly climbed over the guardrail and headed deeper into the subway tunnel.

"Turn left."

When we reached a fork in the road, Murakami, who was leading the way, pointed to the left.

The rails on the right show traces of long-term use and maintenance, and there are lights overhead, while the rails on the left are almost completely dark.

Murakami has practiced "Qi" and has a certain night vision ability. Zhang Ming closed his eyes, turned on the night vision function of the third-person camera, and continued to move forward relying on the pictures fed back by the camera.

After walking for nearly five minutes, Murakami suddenly stopped, picked up a chocolate packaging bag from the ground, and smelled the smell inside.

"No more than two days open."

"move on."

As they deepened, there were more and more traces of survival. It can be seen that Iron Fist Daniel is not a guy who is good at hiding his traces. He left too many clues. In the eyes of experts like Murakami, these clues are the dark night.

There are lights pointing the way.

As they walked further in, the ground sloped, and they walked deeper and deeper, as if this was a road to hell.

Suddenly, Zhang Ming stepped on something and made a slight clicking sound——

boom!!!

A violent explosion occurred, and a ball of flames surged out from the soles of his feet, about to swallow Zhang Ming completely!

Clip!

The world fell into gray, and Zhang Ming paused in the editing space for nearly a minute before he recovered, readjusted the timeline, and squatted on the ground to observe what he stepped on.

That's a well-hidden trigger mine.

Not only that, he stretched the timeline to the end, and behind him, there was a 14.5 mm caliber sniper bullet that was about to penetrate his chest.

This weapon used to deal with armored vehicles was used on Zhang Ming!

Zhang Ming looked along the direction of the bullet, and finally found a muzzle sticking out in a dark corner. Through the gap, he saw a pair of eyes.

Zhang Ming had seen these eyes before when he was in Afghanistan.

If I remember correctly, the owner of these eyes is called Bullseye, a sharpshooter as famous as SHIELD's Hawkeye.

It wasn't over yet. He looked around and saw dozens of ninjas rushing out. They were holding poisonous blades in their hands, preparing for a second strike.

At the very back of these ninjas, there are six Payne corpse puppets with black sticks stuck in their bodies and wearing black-bottom fire cloud suits. They have a unique name:

Payne's Six Paths.

Landmines, bullets fired by Bullseye, the elite ninjas of the Hand, the Six Paths of Pain... there may be other things, but these alone are troublesome enough.

This is an ambush, an out-and-out ambush against Zhang Ming!

Zhang Ming turned around and looked at Murakami beside him. The old man's eyes were round and his pupils were dilated. He was drawing a knife, trying to cut off the sniper bullets fired from behind.

It seems he was also deceived.

Just like Murakami is familiar with the Hand and Madam Gao, the other party is also familiar with him.

Murakami's secret agent was either being used or bribed at a higher price. In short, the Hand led Zhang Ming into a trap with some false information.

Zhang Ming memorized everyone's positions and then set the time back to two seconds ago.

At this time, the tunnel was still dark, and the surrounding area was as quiet as a tomb. Zhang Ming raised his right foot and suddenly stopped.

He seemed to hear the accelerated heartbeats of the ambushers around him.

"Chief, what's wrong?" Murakami asked.

Zhang Ming didn't answer him and stepped down again.

The heartbeat seemed to have stopped for a moment.

Halfway through, he stopped and lifted up again.

Under his feet was the powerful trigger mine.

The bullseye hiding on it hooked and hooked his fingers, feeling a little twitching;

The Hand ninjas hiding in the dark were even worse. They were ordered to rush forward immediately after the mine was detonated. They were ready, like sprinters, tense and waiting for the gun to fire.

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But Zhang Ming's behavior was like a referee raising a gun but never firing. He also kept burping, farting, and making all kinds of strange noises...

"No need to hide, we've been discovered."

The Six Paths of Payne were the first to step out of the shadows.

Zhang Ming took back his stepped foot and stood one step away from the mine.

Payne said: "Here, you can't fly, let alone use powerful explosive attacks, and your abilities are limited by half. As long as I'm here, you can't escape. You will definitely die here today."

"Want to kill me?" Zhang Ming smiled, "You can try."