Five, Six, Seven in Marvel

Monroe, hurry up."

"I know Professor, I'm already very fast."

"His life breath is very weak and he is already on the verge of death. Bring him to the academy as soon as possible."

When Storm found the boy, he was leaning in an alley in Brooklyn, and the young lady who saved him had already left.

"Are you okay?" Monroe quickly stepped forward to check his injuries.

The wound was not big, but the positions of the internal organs were shifted.

When Kirishima woke up from a coma, he saw the woman holding him in his arms.

This guy also had white hair, and he felt that there was some kind of resonance between the two of them, just like family.

Xiaoyu smiled to himself.

Family?! That kind of thing is gone a long time ago, and the only person who could have anything to do with him died at the hands of the man named Xiao.

"Would you like to come with me?" Monroe asked.

"Where to go?"

Monroe said: "Go back to school, the mutant school. There are many children like you there. You don't have to be afraid of anything. No one will treat you as an alien. There are teachers who will teach you how to control your abilities. It's like home there."

Same."

There is only one place in this world that can be called home.

However, that place has long since died in Kirishima Kohane's heart.

His memories before the age of eight were vague, and it was after he turned eight that he really felt like he was living like a human being.

That year he was picked up by an old man and sent to an orphanage.

He had never met his parents. Ever since he could remember, the first person he saw when he opened his eyes was the old dean.

Unfortunately, the old dean was not a good person. He gave water and dry food to the children he picked up just to sell them at a good price.

He still remembered that small town in the Middle East, where even the air in the house was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

The old man with a wrinkled face sold the picked-up children to a group of German soldiers. There was a nine-legged red skull printed on the back of his clothes.

He was not the leader among the children. At that time, Kirishima Kohan was a person who only knew how to wait for death. Facing an unknown fate, he only knew how to obey and never thought of resisting.

What do you expect a person who has no memory of the past eight years to do? I'm afraid there is nothing else to do but obey.

It was a red-haired girl who suggested poisoning the dean and escaped. They put the rat poison hidden in the corner into the old man's cup.

What's funny is that these young kids don't have the habit of finishing their wounds. The old man didn't die and contacted a big shot directly through the radio.

It was then that they learned that this old man, who seemed to have no fighting ability at all, was not a human trafficker, but an outside member of the organization, responsible for collecting these war orphans wandering in the Middle East.

All the children were arrested, including the red-haired girl. Before she was arrested, she burst out with a powerful thought, like an ancient mountain elf, condescendingly pronouncing the life and death of those soldiers.

Feng's mind seemed to be stimulated by something. Under the influence of the girl's ability, a fierce wind blew up around him.

No one knows what happened next. When he woke up again, he already had the name Kirishima Kohan, and the person who saved him was the boss of a small gang.

That guy is also a mutant. He doesn't look Asian. He has a very sexy beard and is a big man full of muscles.

Later, that guy quit and said he was the boss. In fact, this muscular man had no sense of responsibility, so the gang was handed over to Kirishima Kohan.

He had no choice but to take care of it, but besides the boss, he was the strongest in the gang.

A fifteen-year-old kid took over this gang by accident.

The power of the Port Mafia is spread throughout Japan, and the pressure they put on it is indeed great, but Kirishima Kohane's gang can barely make a living. After all, his abilities are there, and the plan adopted by the Port Mafia is more to recruit surrender than to

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Although life was hard, they still managed to feel like a family. More than 50 of them were helpless, hugging each other to keep warm. They knew nothing but being a gangster.

The destruction of all good things started with that Chinese man.

** Ranked fifth, Sword Cultivator Xiao Xiao. To this day, he still can't figure out why someone would target them. Which big power's interests this small gang has touched makes it worthy for **5 to take action.

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"Will anyone die because of me?" he asked Monroe,

He didn't want his new pony to be in danger, so he drove Peppa Pig away.

As for that school, it sounds like a wonderful place. If you get into trouble because of him, it's better not to go there.

"It doesn't matter, we are very strong. In the United States, no one dares to provoke us..." Monroe replied.

"What a childish idea." This sentence was not said by Feng, but by Adams.

This harmless young man did not know when he appeared in the alley. He was one step faster than Wu Liuqi and Sylvie who had left first.

"That school is good, but it's not suitable for you. Did this woman beat that killer, or is there anyone in that school who can stop that killer?"

"Old Brown is my man, and I am Kingpin's man. You may have heard something about Kingpin. In a few years, he will become the leader of the underworld in the United States, similar in nature to the port mafia.

Don’t you want to come and experience this kind of underworld empire?”

"It's useless to stay in school if you want revenge. Come with me, the mafia will give you the training you deserve."

Monroe on the side could no longer listen any longer.

Where did this brat come from?

Is it interesting to talk to yourself?

"I'll go with you."

"What?!" Monroe suspected that he heard wrongly.

Are all the kids these days so rebellious?! If you don't go to school, why don't you go to some gang? You're out of your mind.

Kirishima Kohan said: "There are no good people in the gang, and big gangs like you are rotten to the core. If I go to a place like this, I don't have to worry about someone dying for me."

As he was about to stand up, Adams quickly stepped forward to support him, chuckled a few times and said, "You're right, we are all bad people. No one here will die for you, and you don't have to."

Anyone dies.