Five, Six, Seven in Marvel

Feng still remembered the pair of scissors that flew towards him a few days ago.

Although this pair of scissors is fast, it is not nearly as powerful as it was a few days ago.

"Is that ugly assassin hiding his clumsiness?" Feng didn't have time to think about it, and concentrated the hurricane on his feet.

It's not that he can't defeat these people, but that he must save the strength to kill the Chinese who hasn't shown his face yet.

Several people present were not good at speed, so they could only watch the boy escape.

In an alley not far from the battle, Adams and Brown witnessed everything that happened.

"Aren't we going to take action yet?!" Old Brown asked.

"Well, wait a minute. You go to follow him. If you have a chance, catch him directly. Remember, he must be alive! I will go and meet with that ugly assassin."

Old Brown reluctantly agreed.

After the boy showed that kind of strength just now, he might not have "the chance to catch that boy."

Adams seemed to see his doubts and immediately said:

"It doesn't matter, just go and there will be a chance."

The boy's smile was decent yet restrained, but Old Brown only felt a hint of conspiracy.

There was no other way, so the boss asked himself to assist Adams. All he had to do was obey orders, and he would lose his temper as he grew older.

Brown smiled helplessly and chased towards the place where the wind disappeared.

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"Sylvie, the mission has failed again, do we still want to pursue it?" Wu Liuqi asked.

The girl with long gray hair gritted her teeth and said, "Chase!"

She was Wu Liuqi's informant in the police. If she failed in this mission, she would lose her ranking, so she must kill this bad boy!

Coulson has already sent Feng's data to Big Black Face.

His danger level is directly classified as S level. The big black face means to contact him as much as possible. If you can't contact him, don't take extreme measures. Kill him when you can't control it.

Coulson felt that extreme measures could be taken now, but he was just a small agent and could not help much during the battle.

"Hey, good old man, what are you thinking about?"

Adams patted Phil on the shoulder. He looked at this harmless boy and didn't know what to say.

He proposed cooperation, but he didn't take any action during the battle. Phil only felt a mouthful of blood in his chest.

It's true that he is a good person, but that doesn't mean that he can swallow everything.

He and that Brown didn't interfere in the battle just now. They obviously regarded Mr. Wu and the others as tools to test Feng's strength.

He is obviously only fifteen years old, where did he come from so many scheming ideas?

"You don't look well, Mr. Coulson, what happened?"

A good skill is to ask questions knowingly.

Phil sneered: "Nothing, I just don't understand one thing. What were you doing during the battle just now?"

Adams shrugged: "I'm hiding nearby."

You have the nerve to say that! He was about to question the boy, but unexpectedly he spoke before him.

"What were you doing just now, Mr. Coulson?"

Phil was stunned for a moment.

What was he doing just now?

Do you still need to ask? Of course I'm hiding nearby.

Damn it!

In essence, the two of them are the most powerful beings among everyone present, and they are also a burden in battle.

So like this boy, he was just hiding in a corner and watching the battle.

"You don't need to worry about where I am. Even if you and I can't get involved, someone like the butler can. I saw it when he fought with the werewolf."

Adams said: "Unfortunately, although Brown can fight, he has a mortal body after all. Unlike the two, one is a hybrid of vampire and human, and the other is a wolf with strong repair ability."

this...

Phil was unable to refute what he said.

The more he looked at this kid, the more he disliked him. He was young, but he was very good at talking.

"You'd better not be an agent if you don't have the intelligence, Mr. Coulson. Sooner or later you will die."

Adams was extremely serious when he said this, and Phil felt terrified when he saw him.

Damn it!

Why would he pretend to be a 15 year old?!

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Adams flew from Queens to Brooklyn.

He can attach hurricanes to his legs to achieve long-duration flights.

When his feet landed on the ground, he could already see the morning glow on the horizon. He was extremely tired now and wanted to find a place to sleep.

The place where the wind landed was a park. A pool made of white tiles was spraying water. Next to the pool were several benches placed side by side.

"Let's sleep there first." Feng thought, gradually approaching the fountain.

He was really tired. If he had known those people had no intention of pursuing them, he wouldn't have had to fly all the way from Queens to Brooklyn.

Just as he was getting closer and closer to the fountain.

A man appeared on the bench nearest to him at some point. He crossed his legs and looked at the embarrassed young man nonchalantly.

Feng's body tensed up subconsciously, and the remaining consciousness forced himself to prop up his tired body.

"You've obviously escaped, so why don't you just leave like this? You have to make such a big fuss, Kirishima Kohan, why did you invite me to show up?"

The man was wearing a white vest and a pair of flip-flops at his feet. He was tall and thin, with a cold expression and eyes as sharp as swords.

It was such a man whose clothes and appearance did not match his appearance that he massacred everyone in that small gang.

Kirishima Kohane's wind domain began to condense, and the man seemed invisible, letting the hurricane roar in his ears.

The pool that was still intact just now has been cut into countless pieces by the hurricane. The park's floor tiles, turf, and everything on the ground have become props for the hurricane's attack.

These fragments hit the man at the same time with the blessing of the hurricane.

The man's two fingers formed a sword, and the power penetrated into the hurricane. There was no weapon around him, but there was sword energy on his fingertips.

Those offensive fragments scattered like flying snow, and the sharp breath passed through the hurricane, instantly defeating all the wind's defenses.

Kirishima Kohane jumped into the sky, clasped his hands together, and the wind circle shrank under his control, gathering around the man.

A hurricane strong enough to tear a 12mm gun could not even get close to this man. He was surrounded by invisible sword energy. The hurricane hit these sword energy and could no longer move forward.

From the beginning of the battle to now, he only had two fingers to move around.

"It's enough to be proud to have such strength at this age. It's a pity. If you want to take revenge on me, you may have a chance if you wait another ten years."

The man's index and middle fingers moved slightly, and a sword energy shot out from between his fingers, piercing the boy's abdomen without any warning.

The wind has dispersed.

Kirishima-chan slowly fell from the sky. He should have hit the ground hard, but a pair of hands caught him firmly.