Five, Six, Seven in Marvel

who I am?

where am I?

Wu Liuqi rubbed his dizzy head. The time was five o'clock in the morning.

It has been a night since leaving Hydra**.

There are many messages and missed calls on the phone, all from Phil.

Wu Liuqi thought for a while and dialed back.

Phil said with great excitement: "Mr. Wu!! You are still alive! It's so great. I have lost contact with you for a long time and almost put you in the death file. What happened that day?"

What? The battle was already over when I arrived with reinforcements. The satellite did not record the battle, and not even a third-party video was released."

He looked at Kirishima Kohane who was sleeping on a chair.

Satellites and videos were all manipulated by them. Adams was able to even interfere with satellites, which surprised Wu Liuqi.

"No matter what the outcome is, am I not doing well? I don't know what happened that day. I saw your phone call as soon as I regained consciousness."

The two exchanged simple greetings.

After a few seconds, the call ends.

Sylvie was still in a coma, and the instrument next to her was recording the frequency of her heart beat.

It looked like she was sleeping soundly.

Wu Liuqi kicked Kirishima Kohan's stool.

"Wake up, handsome boy, I'm leaving, please keep an eye on me."

Kirishima Kohan sniffed. The night wind was a bit cold and he seemed to have a cold. He shrank his neck into his coat and said, "I understand, you can leave. No one can snatch someone from under my nose."

...

...

Hell's Kitchen, Restaurant Thirteen.

"What? Be a teacher??"

Half of the Mapo Tofu that Wu Liuqi had taken into his mouth fell out. Plum Blossom Thirteen glanced at him and silently added some wolfberry to his thermos cup.

"Don't be so surprised. I have other tasks temporarily, so I'll leave this business to you. If you don't take it, it will be given to someone else."

Wu Liuqi felt that this sentence was a bit wrong.

"What do you mean by giving this business to me?"

It sounds a bit like road jargon.

He asked tentatively, "Are you also an assassin?"

Plum Blossom Thirteen took out her mobile phone and skillfully cut out the **.

Wu Liuqi read out the words above.

"Assassin Plum Blossom Thirteen, ranking one thousand five hundred and nine."

They are really peers...

According to Article XX of the Assassin's Code, a good assassin needs to hide his identity.

So Xiao Shisan’s identity is the restaurant proprietress??

Seeing that he had no reaction, Plum Blossom Thirteen waved her hand in front of his eyes and added some angelica to her cup.

Wu Liuqi came to his senses and asked, "How much is it?"

Plum Blossom Thirteen took a sip of tea.

"200w,USD."

Wu Liuqi dropped another piece of tofu.

Plum Blossom Thirteen gave him a disgusted look, "You don't even know how to eat tofu?"

Wu Liuqi wiped his mouth, "I'm sorry, is it so profitable to be a teacher?"

Snapped!

Wu Liuqi was hit and dodged.

"The teacher is a disguise, your real mission is to assassinate the principal of this school, Stephen Engel."

"Originally, there is no need to pretend to be a teacher, but the ID that issued this mission wrote a requirement, that is, you must become a teacher before you can assassinate." Plum Blossom Thirteen complained: "Assassins nowadays really have no human rights. In the past,

When I encountered an ID that had many such incidents, I directly traced back to his home address. That night, I wiped his neck and put his body in the corridor for public display."

The more she talked, the angrier she became. She threw the thermos cup and continued: "Your identity is a math teacher. Study more in the past few days. Then you won't be embarrassed if you can't say anything."

Wu Liuqi said helplessly: "I'm just a hairstylist...call me a teacher...or teach mathematics..."

Plum Blossom Thirteen said: "It's okay. It will take two months to arrange the new identity. You have enough time to prepare. I will sort out the target information in the next few days. You only need to learn mathematics and you will be on duty in two months."

good."

"Can you not go?"

"No!!" Plum Blossom Thirteen slapped the table and stood up, pointing at the plate in front of Wu Liuqi and said: "You want to run away after eating my tofu?! Stop looking! Give me money!!"

Wu Liuqi put down his spoon, pushed the remaining half of the plate forward, and whispered: "I don't want to learn mathematics..."

....

...

Stark Industries Building.

Obi received a text message. The death of Zemo, whom he had traded with a few days ago, was particularly tragic. Obi couldn't help but take a breath.

When the kid came to trade with him a few days ago, he didn't believe it until Adams took out the cane.

——Representing the mafia supreme on the West Coast of the United States, a cane that only the Kingpin is qualified to hold.

After seeing this photo, he became even more afraid of the boy.

Obi edited a text message with a photo of Tony attached.

The pixels are very long, so it's obviously a candid shot.

In the photo, Tony's chest flashes with blue fluorescence.

He typed a line of small words under the photo.

"Two hundred million to buy the electromagnet on his chest."

the other side....

Adams smiled as she sat atop the Statue of Liberty.

"One billion."

Obi gritted his teeth.

"make a deal."

...

That night, on the west coast of the United States, there was a Mafia underground prison.

Adams put his hands in his pockets and walked around the prison.

Many people are imprisoned here, some are former real estate tycoons, some are mutants, and some are former US military colonels.

As long as those who are useful to the mafia are kept, those who are more valuable alive than dead are locked up here.

Adams squatted down in a square glass cage. He smiled softly. The girl in the glass cage subconsciously stepped back, her eyes full of fear.

"Don't be afraid, give me your hand."

The girl huddled in the corner, burying her head in her knees, not daring to look at him.

"Yankee! Stay away from him!" There is a black officer in the glass cage next to him. Before entering here, he used to be an Air Force captain.

Adams gave him a cold look.

"How long has he been in here?" Adams asked the doorman.

"Three years."

"Oh, it's been three years, so let's kill him."

The gatekeeper hesitated for a moment, "The leader didn't give an order... This is not good."

Adams said: "It's okay, just say I killed him."

Everyone present heard the man's curses and roars of fear in the face of death.

He has been locked up for three years, and in a place like this where life is worse than seeing the light of day, death is the only relief, but when he is really about to die, he is still afraid.

The black man's blood spattered on the glass, and the girl looked up at Adams, "Why? Why did you kill him?"

"Because he is useless. No one has paid attention to him for three years. Staying here is a waste of food. If you don't do what I say, then you will be like him. Now, give me your hand."

The girl looked at him coldly.

"You want my powers too?"

Adams said: "It seems that you know what you are. Yes, I am very interested in your abilities, but I am not like other people. I will not do anything to you. You just need to give me your hand. This is

A very simple thing."

The girl reached out to him. She was shaking, and Adams could tell she was scared.

A surprising scene occurred, her hand penetrated the glass and appeared in front of Adams.

Adams smiled and folded his palms together.

He gained mutant power: matter penetration

"Let her go."

The janitor stiffened.

Adams said, "Just say I did it."

The words that came to my lips were swallowed again, "I know."