Marvel's Deadly Guardian

"What? You are that tyrant?" Hearing what the man said, Bob was also stunned. He never thought that the so-called tyrant would be like this.

Even with Bob's experience of being on the streets for so many years, he couldn't see any connection between the man in front of him and gangs, the words gangster.

"Hahaha!!!" Bob started to laugh after being stunned for a moment. He patted the table and laughed, "It turns out that the so-called tyrant is you. I laughed so hard."

"Are you here to explain the truth to me, are you going to use words to convince me?" Bob said with a teasing smile, "I'm so sorry, but if you're willing to give me some bragging rights, I might consider listening to your lecture for a while."

It's not that Bob is arrogant, it's the man in front of him that makes him unable to take it seriously.

It seems that Sisiwenwen looks like a university teacher, so let's not talk about it. The key is that he came here by himself, obviously impatient.

Bob's teasing made the original serious atmosphere in the bar collapse instantly, and some gang members also slapped the table and laughed exaggeratedly, as if what their boss just said was the funniest joke in the world.

A boy with a cockscomb head laughed and stood up, and then walked to the man's side to pat him on the shoulder, laughing at his overthinking.

He just raised his hand, but it was difficult to take half a step forward when it was still ten centimeters away from the man's shoulder.

Because at this time the man's right hand had turned into a black and red sharp tentacle, piercing his neck directly.

"Don't try to touch me with your dirty hands." The man's beautiful blue eyes were full of disgust and coldness, and then he pulled out his right hand that turned into sharp tentacles from his neck.

"Pfft!" Blood gushed out from the broken neck of the cockscomb boy, and the man's right hand also became flat at this time, like an umbrella, blocking the splashed blood from the outside.

"It's such an unpleasant smell. The blood of you people has a disgusting stench." The man pushed his eyes with his hand while talking. At this time, his right hand had returned to its original shape, and there was no trace of blood on it.

The entire tavern suddenly fell into a dead silence because of the man's sudden movement, and the laughter that had just echoed in the room had also stopped abruptly.

Wild boar Bob was also extremely astonished to see his younger brother's sudden death. After he was stunned for two seconds, he picked up a submachine gun from the stool and shot at the man with an angry face.

"Damn bastard! Do you think I'm afraid of you? Come on! Show me how hard your bones and bullets are!" Bob roared and pulled the trigger.

The loud gunshots and bursting flames poured out Bob's anger, and the other boys also reacted after this, and they all backed away to distance themselves, then took out their pistols or rifles and shot bullets at the man.

"Understood, the heads of these people belong to you, and so do the other internal organs." The man muttered to himself while moving his body in a strange posture, not paying attention to the overwhelming bullets at all.

Just when the bullet was about to hit the man, a black-red viscous liquid suddenly emerged from his body, wrapping him into a black-red monster with a bloody mouth.

This monster is more than two meters tall, but it is not as powerful and strong as Venom, but rather slender and slender. It looks like it has long arms and legs, making it even more weird.

Countless bullets sank into its body, but it didn't have any effect on it.

It moved quickly amidst the hail of bullets, its sharp claws slashed across the necks of these people, and bright red blood sprayed and danced in the air, painting the entire bar blood red.

The strong smell of blood rushed straight into the boar Bob's nostrils, and he kept aiming at the jumping black and red figure with his submachine gun.

At this moment, the contempt and madness were no longer in his eyes, but instead he was facing the fear of the unknown and the worry that his life would be seriously threatened.

"Damn it! What the hell kind of monster is this!" Looking at the black and red figure that kept eating its head or internal organs, Boar Bob felt more and more panicked.

"Ka Ka Ka!" After a few minutes of shooting, the bullets of the submachine gun were completely exhausted.

Bob's fat body was slumped on the bar chair, and he was the only living person left in the bar at the moment.

The black and red figure crouched on the bar counter, staring at Bob who was trembling constantly with his cold and narrow eyes.

Its big mouth full of sharp teeth was split open, and bloody and brainy shreds of meat could even be seen between the teeth. The bright red tongue stuck out, like a flexible little snake twisting its body.

"Don't you like to laugh? Why don't you laugh anymore?" An ugly and hoarse voice came out of the big mouth full of sharp teeth, and the tongue of the black-red monster slowly stretched out in front of Bob, sliding on his fat face.

Its sharp and slender fingers were like sharp knives, directly cutting through the clothes on Bob's chest.

"The liver is full of fat, the heart doesn't seem to be that healthy, the lungs are also diseased, and the pancreas smells disgusting."

"Tsk tsk tsk, you are such a waste, you don't even have any delicious offal."

The monster pointed at his upper body while commenting on his internal organs.

"The only thing that can be eaten is your head, but there are not many delicious ingredients in it. It can be seen that you don't use your brain very much."

Bob trembled even more when he heard the terrifying words, and he said in a trembling voice: "Let me go. I'll join your gang!"

"This place is for you! It's all yours! Please let me go, my body doesn't taste good!"

While Bob begged for mercy, the black-red monster began to fluctuate like a viscous liquid, and then slowly retracted into the man's body.

The man stood on the bar and looked down at Bob. After creating such a cruel massacre, his body was still clean without leaving a trace of blood.

"Boar boar, you disappoint me so much." The man adjusted his glasses, shook his head in disappointment and continued.

"The rumors say how crazy and cruel you are, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that."

Bob's mouth moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something to win sympathy, but the man didn't give him a chance, he took out the pistol in his waist and opened a hole in his head.

"Bang!" The gunshot ended, and Bob's eyes gradually lost their luster. The blood hole on his forehead slowly flowed out, and flowed into his eyes that would never blink again, dyeing the last world in his eyes blood red.

In the blood-red world, the elegant and handsome brown-haired man pushed his glasses, put on his coat and hat, and opened the door of the bar.

In the crisp sound of jingling bells, the man pressed his hat and returned to the wind and snow.