Five, Six, Seven in Marvel

"Blade, do we really want to join forces with that ugly assassin?" After leaving the bar, the werewolf asked Blade.

In fact, Blade had no intention of joining forces with them, but Coulson said that the ugly assassin would soon be one of his own, and if we cooperate first, it would be easier to work in the future.

Cooperation or not doesn't make any difference to Blade, since he and the werewolf are acting alone.

The only thing that surprised him was the boy named Adams.

Dao Feng can still recall those wise eyes. Although he was only fifteen years old, he seemed to be fifty years old.

Kids today are really amazing.

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Mockingbird arrives in New York.

She also came to check out Amber Dreams.

This wine is involved in a large transnational criminal organization.

Before she got on the same train as Blade, she never knew that alcohol would turn anyone who drank it into a vampire.

In this way, the matter was beyond her control. She originally thought that the Amber Dream was a new type of drug, so she had been following and investigating it.

Now it seems that the Amber Dream is the first embrace that can turn ordinary people into vampires.

It was none of her business, but she still followed the train to New York.

Blade knew that Mockingbird was on the bus, but he didn't come to see her.

"You've obviously done that kind of thing to yourself, so if you don't want to be responsible, you should say hello anyway." Barbara Morse thought to herself.

"Hey! Don't you have eyes?"

Barbara Morse was immersed in some thought when a boy about fifteen years old suddenly collided with her head-on.

It's about 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, and you can occasionally see a few homeless people on the street. Normal people would have gone home long ago.

"Where did the bad boy come from?"

Feng's hair is white, and Mockingbird subconsciously thinks of him as a bad boy with dyed hair. Someone who goes out at this time cannot be a good boy who listens to his parents.

"Bad boy?!"

Feng hated people calling him that. He drove the little pig away, and he was very angry right now.

This woman should not provoke him at this time. A 15-year-old child does not know how to control his emotions.

A fierce wind blew around the boy, his white hair danced wildly in the hurricane, and his pupils turned into hollow white, as if containing an endless storm.

"Mutants?!"

"S**t!! Why am I so unlucky to be a vampire first and then a mutant!"

Mockingbird originally wanted to fight him, but when the strong wind started blowing, she gave up the idea.

With the boy as the eye of the storm, the surrounding buildings were torn to pieces indiscriminately. If she didn't run away, she might even be dead.

Wherever the wind passed, only the unrecognizable ground remained. On this night when everyone was asleep, he wreaked wanton destruction in Queens.

It was this unbridled momentum that suddenly stopped in front of a certain man.

He was wearing a black suit and looked proud in the strong wind.

The man held a dark red long knife and protected the woman he was chasing behind him.

The storm will leave scars on his body, but the strong wind that can easily tear the concrete has only minor wounds on this man's body, and these wounds are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Feng has never seen such a person before.

Blade has never been a pure-blood human, he is a hybrid with half vampire blood.

He pulled out the dark red long knife, and the blade was a bright silvery white. This knife was not a famous blade in history, but a sharp weapon made entirely with modern craftsmanship. The advantage was that it was extremely sharp.

This man wearing sunglasses is like a dormant dragon, waving his long knife in a circle and leaping high from the ground.

Feng had no doubt that if he stayed still, this top-down slash would directly separate his body.

It's a pity that he can not only blow wind, but also drive on the road, but he can't fight.

The precise high kick bounced off the long silver knife, and there was a weak storm on his legs, which greatly strengthened his physical ability.

The strength of a 15-year-old is ultimately inferior to that of an adult.

The long knife slashed horizontally, straight to the side of the body. The wind dodged backwards and at the same time shrunk the wind circle, forming a small wind circle on the side of the waist. The long knife was entangled in the wind circle and could not escape.

Daofeng decisively gave up the long sword, pulled out the dagger on his calf at an extremely fast speed, and then slashed at his neck.

Feng smiled, just like what Sylvie saw in the crosshairs, extremely arrogant.

If he was a little more afraid of long swords, then there was no way that short swords could get close to him.

He didn't like to use his hands when fighting because his hands could control the wind better than his legs, and now, the strong wind he gathered in his right hand was enough to tear this man's arm apart.

He had already seen the misery of this man's defeat.

At this time, a black figure enveloped the night sky above.

The werewolf was lurking on the roof when the battle began. His eyesight in the dark was excellent, and the wind's small movements could not escape his eyes.

Blade and Werewolf, they are the two people who work best together in the Howling Commandos. Werewolf knows when to take action.

The wind had to give up the blade's right arm and instead directed the condensed gust of wind towards the werewolf above his head.

We can't let the man in front of us be seriously injured. It's better to let this sneak attack guy suffer a little.

"--boom!"

There was a deafening sound of gunfire in the distance.

"Damn it!"

Feng stopped and dodged to the side and behind, and at the same time, he smashed the strong wind condensed in his right hand towards the gun whistling from several thousand meters away.

The 12mm bullet was torn into pieces again, and Feng also avoided the double attack of the werewolf and the blade.

Sylvie, who was on a certain building, silently retreated the bullet. This time she didn't have to run and could quietly prepare the second bullet.

Feng's forehead was covered with fine cold sweat.

His wind poses no threat to werewolves, and this guy heals faster than the guy wearing sunglasses.

The wind shrinks his wind circle so that he can control the elements more accurately.

The boy moved his body.

These three people are very strong, but he may not lose. His purpose is just to find the Chinese who came to New York.

He fled to New York because he was afraid of the man who killed more than 50 of his brothers in one night.

That man must be looking for him, because he is the only surviving leader of that small gang, and he will definitely come back to kill him!

He made such a big fuss just to let the Chinese find him. As long as he could get revenge, it didn't matter what he did.

Feng took out a tube of golden reagent from his jacket pocket.

"Oh! s**t!!!!" Blade and the werewolf in the distance cursed at the same time.

The reagent was none other than the amber dream that turned Wilson into a lowly vampire.

Sylvie fired a second time, this time she aimed at the reagent in Feng's hand.

Feng dodged away calmly. From the beginning, he never regarded the policeman as a threat.

"Don't let him inject it!!" Blade and the werewolf exchanged glances and rushed towards the boy at the same time.

But it was too late. Their forward speed was greatly restricted in the shrinking wind circle.

Low-level vampires will become bloodthirsty, violent, irrational, and their speed and strength will be greatly improved. By then, New York will probably face a disaster.

Just when the blade was charging with all its strength, he heard a low murmur.

"Use Qi to control the scissors and shrink them into inches!"

The rotating scissors cut off the reagent in the boy's hand, and the golden liquid spilled all over the floor.

Feng looked at Wu Liuqi outside the wind circle in disbelief.

He did not join the battlefield, but only controlled the scissors from the outside.

The two people in front of him put so much pressure on him that he ignored the assassin whose presence was extremely low.