Transforming American comics starts with a leap of faith

Chapter 99
Jinx wrinkled her nose and raised her head slightly, her expression could not tell whether it was disgust or admiration.

She looked at Ivan Vanke, who was curled up and wriggling on the ground, wanting to scream in pain but unable to make a sound, and could only "hoo hoo" non-stop.

It does feel a little sore.

"Fortunately, my fish bones are more cute!"

She couldn't help but think so.

Jinx leaned up to the Joker and hugged the Joker's arm.

He didn't speak, just smiled, leaning on and rubbing against each other for a while.

Su Ge's heart: "So hard"

But he's used to it too, and Jinx often shows an inexplicable attachment.

Occasionally, he also loses his temper strangely.

In short, it is difficult for you to guess what she thought of again.

But as long as you don't lose the chain while working, there is no problem.

Today's main goal is Ivan Vanke in front of me,
If you use a more accurate term, it should be the mechanical pioneer Victor.

Su Ge finally chose to transform Ivan Vanke before the expo.

Because after pondering over and over again, he felt that there was no optimal solution to that problem.

If it is not transformed, the fight at the exhibition, whether Ivan Vanke lives or dies, will mean that he will lose a part of his income.

The mourning whip will not contribute to his marvel value.

But if he transforms him into a mechanical pioneer in advance, he is unlikely to go to the exposition to cause trouble.

This loss is not greater...

The first solution is to change the template for Ivan Vanke. There is no need to hang Victor on the tree.

There should be a limit to bad taste, right?

But one day in the past, during the daily inspection work, the conversation between Graves and others reminded him.

……

【One day in Hell's Kitchen】

Graves made a pair of twos, then tightened his shirt at the back.

He turned his lips and exhaled a smoke ring.

"It's not a good day!"

Serti picked up the card, expressing his apologies, and responded casually.

"Yeah, it's getting colder and colder today."

Jinx giggled: "Fried!"

Graves twitched, wanting to grab her ponytails and shout: I'm on your fucking side!

But thinking about the current equipment of this crazy girl, he felt that he couldn't be as knowledgeable as a child.

"It's not just a matter of the weather. Recently, more and more people are staring at us."

Sett suddenly said:

"Ah... That's right, when I went to buy wine, someone tried to sneak up on me."

Graves ignored the dangerous speech.

Since Seti is standing here, one can imagine the fate of those who attacked him.

Graves just went on to lament:

"Yeah, the police, what kind of S.H.I.E.L.D., out-of-town gangs who want to enter New York to eat meat...there are too many."

With that said, he drew five knives from the pile of money on the table, and gave it to Sett, who won this hand, and shuffled the cards and dealt them.

Sett took the money thoughtfully:
"It feels like we are always under the nose of others, and sooner or later there will be problems."

Jinx: "What? Are you scared?"

Sett: "It's not that I'm afraid, I just think we need...to prepare."

Seeing that Jinx had snatched the landowner, Graves smiled and thought: I'll f*ck you crazy.

Then he saw his phone number...

Suddenly I really want a friend who can really play poker.

Jinx: "I don't think you two are very reliable for this kind of brainstorming."

Sett: "..."

Graves: "..."

This is actually their daily life.

When there is nothing to do, especially when they didn't kill people, and no one came to ask them to kill them.

Sett and Graves often drink together and are sometimes pulled by Jinx to play together.

They will complain to each other, express their feelings about life, or exchange how to earn experience points.

Although there will be some stumbling and occasional quarrels...

But overall it's pretty good.

If the clown is there, it will be extra lively.

After all, no matter how vicious a criminal is, he will have his own daily problems.

But this was not a warm daily conversation, but it opened up new ideas for Su Ge, who was watching.

Worrying about how to deal with the problems of the expo, he felt that he had rested for a while, and almost broke everyone.

After introspection, he discovered his own problem:

small!

The layout is small!

What are you doing staring at the expo?
What's the old guy doing in Hell's Kitchen?
Especially the latter, it's not a big block, but it's just a golden and decadent crime base, how can you stay in this crappy place for so long?

sin sin.

As a great villain, one should have imagination and unconstrained imagination in doing things!

Su Ge, who broadened his mind, only felt that his eyes were bright.

Of course, the expo cake should be eaten or eaten.

As a big villain, you must uphold the principle of "I want it all".

Naturally, the sooner the mechanical pioneer came, the better. This is a person who is truly capable of great things.

Su Ge grinned, full of expectations for the future.

Just as he was thinking, Ivan Vanke, who had been twitching on the ground, stood up with difficulty.

He didn't speak, picked up a reactor from the table, and walked outside the door.

Jinx blankly moved out of the way to avoid being hit.

The two followed out.

Ivan Vanke's body began to collapse visibly with the naked eye.

The skin all over his body was cracking, and the blood flowing out followed his walk, forming a terrifying footprint.

Ivan Vanke looks like he's about to die...

But Su Ge knew in his heart that there was nothing wrong with it. The mask had always been so reliable, so there was no reason why it wouldn't work today.

Sure enough, Ivan Vanke staggered close to a steel soldier and put his hands on it.

What happened next made the SAN value go crazy.

Ivan Vanke began to shed his skin and flesh. Judging by his posture, he should also lose his bones.

And that rather inferior steel soldier gradually "integrated" into Ivan Vanke's body along with Ivan Vanke's hoarse voice.

"The flesh and blood are bitter and weak..."

Jinx turned her head away and got into the clown's arms.

This picture is really powerful.

He ruffled Jinx's hair and said, "Go do your thing!"

"Ah."

Before coming, he made an agreement with Jinx.

If Ivan Vanke is willing to be transformed, that's naturally the best, if not, hit him until he is willing.

Next, regardless of whether Ivan will go to the fair to make trouble, Jinx will complete his unfinished work.

Design a group of Iron Soldiers.

For Jinx who has mastered the technology of the interstellar age, it is not difficult to design a set of Iron Warriors... But this girl's design always feels like it will give people some surprises.

But it couldn't be easier to fool Hanmer Military Industry.

"Kang is busy, Kang is busy..."

The clown looked at Ivan Vanke, who was replacing the flesh and blood tissues of his whole body with mechanical tissues, and kept muttering like this.

Probably cheering for the other party.

Finally, after solemnly placing the reactor in his hand into the heart, Ivan Vanke seemed to electrify his new body.

After a burst of mechanical sounds that made people grind their teeth, Ivan Vanke stood upright surrounded by tattered and shapeless flesh and bones.

The clown smiled: "How do you feel?"

Ivan stretched out his hand and clenched his fist.

The yellow electrons flickered for a while, and the tone of the electronic voice was calm:

"Not so good, the materials are terrible."

The clown glanced at his empty back, but didn't see the third hand...

Instead, you can see an interface for adding things, which should be reserved for core equipment.

Well, it's not difficult to feel that Ivan Vanke dislikes Hammer Military Industry.

The core equipment cannot be settled!

The clown smiled slightly and said:

"I know a place where there must be something you want."

……

After a while, Justin Hammer's face was gloomy at the scene where the three had cleaned up the traces.

"He left? He left without saying hello?" Hammer roared, "And stole a machine from me?"

He kicked the steel soldier next to him resentfully, but he hurt his foot because of too much force.

While holding his feet and screaming, Justin Hammer heard the only good news today.

"Boss, in Ivan Vanke's computer, I found a blueprint for a set of battle suits."

　I gradually felt that there was not much plot in a [-]-word sheet, and the writing was not smooth.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)