I became a weirdo in Marvel

Bang bang bang!
Massacre turned into a red lightning and rushed in front of Jin Bing. The red figure streaked across the night sky like a meteor, carrying endless ferocity and murderous intent.

Countless red tentacles stretched out from the body, like devil's claws, quickly clenched into fists, and all blasted towards Jin Bing.

In an instant, Jin Bing's eyes were filled with red light, as if the whole world was swallowed up by this blood-red color.

His eyes flashed, and he didn't even try to dodge, allowing the fists of slaughter to rain down on him, making endless loud noises.

Each punch was as powerful as thunder, shaking the air.

A force much stronger than expected spread out, and Kingpin's feet on the ground began to move slowly backwards. The bricks and stones on the ground were crushed by his footsteps, making a "crackling" sound.

His rock-gray muscles gradually turned red, like a piece of red-hot iron being suddenly poured with cold water, steaming up.

Jin Bing's eyes flickered again, and he took a deep breath. His chest suddenly swelled up like a volcano about to erupt. He suddenly opened his mouth and let out a roar like thunder: "Ha!"

The hurricane-like breath and violent sound hit Massacre's body, causing him to roar in pain.

The sound was sharp and piercing, as if the devil from the depths of hell was wailing.

Massacre was forced to retract its tentacles, and the red figure flew backwards and landed in the distance. His body kept changing and he looked a little embarrassed.

Jin Bing stood firm, his eyes like two sharp swords, staring at the massacre.

His chest was still heaving violently, as if that shout had drained all his strength.

But in fact, his consumption is not much.

A cold light flashed in Carnage's eyes, and its figure turned into a red lightning again and pounced towards Kingpin.

This time, it was faster and more powerful, as if it wanted to tear Kingpin to pieces completely.

The bloody tentacles stretched out again, like countless poisonous snakes, carrying deadly venom, heading straight for Kingpin's vitals.

Kingpin clenched his fists, his muscles tensed, as hard as steel. He did not flinch, but faced the attack of the massacre and threw a punch.

This punch gathered all his strength, and with immense determination and courage, he struck hard towards slaughter.

The two fists collided with each other, making a deafening sound, as if the heaven and earth were shaking.

The tentacles of Carnage were smashed into pieces by Kingpin's fist, and red mucus splattered everywhere, falling on the ground like blooming blood flowers.

The figure of Slaughter rolled in the air, like a wild beast thrown into the air by a huge force, and fell heavily to the ground with a dull sound.

The ground shook with his impact, with gravel flying and dust rising like a small earthquake.

The slaughtered body slid several meters on the ground, leaving a deep gully.

Jin Bing's fists were numbed and his joints ached, but he did not stop. Instead, he strode forward and continued to move towards the massacre.

There was a determined light in his eyes, like an unshakable mountain, which was intimidating.

Every step was like a heavy hammer hitting the ground, making a heavy sound.

His muscles were tense, sweat ran down his forehead, dripped onto the ground, and evaporated into wisps of white smoke.

"I don't believe your body is stronger than mine!" Tu Tu roared, his voice was like thunder, deafening.

Carnage roared, and his arms spread out and turned into two sharp blades, flashing with cold light. He then soared into the air, and the tentacles behind him turned into springs. With the help of the shattered ceiling, he fell like a red meteor and hit Kingpin heavily.

There was a bloody smell in the air, as if even the air was polluted by the rage of the massacre.

Facing this blow that seemed to split the sky, Jin Bing's eyes widened with anger. He suddenly pulled his right arm behind him, which quickly expanded. His muscles were as hard as steel, and veins bulged as if they were about to break through the skin.

He stepped forward with his left foot, and the ground cracked, with cracks spreading like a spider web.

He leaned back slightly, gathering all his strength, and punched towards the falling Massacre.

boom!
An endless storm broke out in the collision between the two, with howling winds and flying gravel, as if the end of the world had come.

The power of the two people met in the air, stirring up circles of energy ripples, which spread out and hit the walls around them, causing them to collapse with a loud bang.

In the flying dust, the figures of Kingpin and Massacre were looming, like two war gods fighting.

Carnage's blade and Kingpin's fist collided in the air, making a harsh metal friction sound and sparks flying.

There was a hideous smile on Tushuo's face and a crazy light flashed in his eyes.

Its power is constantly growing, seemingly without end.

Jin Bing clenched his teeth, veins bulged on his forehead, and sweat turned into white mist, lingering around him, like a god descending to the earth. His eyes remained firm, without the slightest wavering.

"Do you think you can defeat me?" Tu Tu roared, his voice full of arrogance and disdain.

"I will let you know what true power is!" Kingpin growled, his voice filled with unshakable determination.

The two men's power was deadlocked in the air, and neither of them was willing to give in.

Carnage's tentacles kept waving, trying to find Kingpin's flaws, while Kingpin met his attacks with incredibly precise fists, each time with astonishing power.

The aftermath of the battle continued to spread, and the surrounding buildings were shaking in the violent tremors.

Suddenly, Carnage's tentacles swung around, wrapped around Kingpin's right arm, and pulled hard, trying to pull him towards himself.

Jin Bing snorted coldly, swung out his left hand suddenly, and punched the tentacles of Carnage with a dull thud.

The tentacles of Carnage were shaken loose, but it did not give up. Instead, it attacked even more frantically.

"You're making a last-ditch effort!" Tushu laughed wildly, his arms turned into sharp blades and slashed at Jin Bing again.

Jin Bing's eyes focused, and he swung his right hand violently, and his fist flew out like a cannonball, hitting Massacre in the chest.

Slaughter's body shook violently, blood spurted out of his mouth, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, hitting the wall heavily with a loud bang.

The walls collapsed, and the bodies of the slaughtered were buried in the rubble.

Such a powerful massacre is no match for Kingpin?

Venom breathed a sigh of relief, but then became worried again because Kingpin was also their enemy.

Parker hesitated and did not go over to help with the massacre.

In his opinion, neither of them were good people, and it would be best if they both suffered heavy losses, and then he would deal with them one by one.

What we need to be wary of now is the riot nearby.

Parker glanced at Riot and found that the other party had a gloomy face, but did not do much.

"call."

Jin Bing gasped and walked slowly towards the ruins, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"It's over, the massacre." Jin Bing whispered, with endless majesty in his voice.

Slaughter's body trembled slightly in the ruins, and then he suddenly jumped up, his arms turned into sharp blades, piercing Kingpin's heart. Kingpin snorted coldly, swung his right hand violently, and his fist blasted out like thunder, and the low explosion seemed to be heard in the air.

The fist hit Massacre's chest accurately, like a sledgehammer hitting a steel plate, making a dull loud noise.

Like a kite with a broken string, Massacre's body flew backwards, passed through the damaged outer wall, drew an arc, and crashed heavily onto the ground outside the Osborne Building.

The ground cracked instantly and dust flew everywhere, as if the earth was shaking at the blow.

The surrounding police had already evacuated, leaving only a few police cars that were affected by the incident, parked alone on the side, looking particularly desolate.

Jin Bing walked slowly to Slaughter, his steps heavy and powerful, every step seemed to declare his victory.

He lowered his head and looked down at the slaughter lying on the ground, his eyes flashing with a cold light, like an icy blade, which made people shudder.

"You lose, massacre." Jin Bing's voice was low and powerful.

A trace of unwillingness flashed in Tushu's eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he roared in a low voice: "Impossible, you can't be that strong, I am obviously the strongest!"

Kingpin sneered, with a hint of mockery and disappointment in his eyes: "Humph, the facts prove that I am the strongest. You can't even beat me with 80% of my power. I overestimated you. No, I should say that symbiotes like you are very weak. How can you become the strongest without even your own body? So, you'd better die."

After saying this, he clenched his fists, his muscles bulging, as if containing infinite power.

There was a cold murderous intent in his eyes, and he punched down without hesitation, as if he wanted to completely destroy the massacre.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Jin Bing's fist was caught by Massacre.

Jin Bing raised his eyebrows, looking a little surprised that his fatal punch was actually blocked by the opponent.

Slaughter's expression was a little strange, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a weird smile: "Hehe, although I am very unwilling, but according to the agreement, it is your turn next."

"Agreement?" A trace of doubt flashed through Jin Bing's mind. Who is it talking to?

Could it be?

Under Jin Bing's gaze, the red mucus representing massacre gradually shrank back and became a thin layer like clothes. The hideous and terrifying face also disappeared without a trace, revealing a face underneath that was very familiar to Jin Bing.

"So, it's you!" Jin Bing's eyes suddenly ignited with flames of anger.

"Long time no see, Kingpin." Harry opened his eyes and smiled slightly.

"What? Fury escaped?!"

In the office, Pierce's eyes widened in disbelief, his face instantly twisted like a crumpled piece of paper: "Waste! All of you are waste!"

He threw the microphone in his hand away in anger, and it hit the wall heavily, breaking into countless pieces in an instant.

With a wave of his hand, he swept the documents, notebooks and water cups on the desk to the ground, making a series of crisp thuds.

The secretary stood at the door, her face pale, her hands tightly holding the folder, as if it was her only support.

Pierce's chest rose and fell violently, and his breathing sounded like an enraged beast.

He spent so much effort and set up a tight net, but Nick Fury still escaped?
This news was like a sharp knife that pierced his heart, making him feel unprecedented frustration and anger.

He knows that Fury is not only a tough opponent, but also a threat that cannot be ignored.

As Fury's old boss, he knew Fury's abilities very well.

If we can't kill him immediately, there will be endless troubles.

Fury has the wisdom and resources to make a comeback and even fight back more fiercely.

Pierce tried to calm himself down, took a deep breath, and tried to make his voice sound less trembling: "Ask me about Bruce Banner's situation."

The secretary nodded as if he had been pardoned: "Yes!"

She picked up the phone tremblingly, her fingers trembling slightly with nervousness.

The phone rang several times, but no one answered.

The secretary's face turned even paler, and she almost cried, "No one answered, sir."

"Waste!" Pierce's face became increasingly gloomy and terrifying, as if a dark cloud was covering his head.

His fingers gripped the edge of the table so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force.

Bruce Banner is also an important chess piece. If we can't even control the situation on his side, the situation will be even more unfavorable.

Pierce's mind was racing, thinking about his next plan.

He couldn't let Fury and Banner join forces, that would only make things more difficult.

"It's ok."

A sinister light flashed in Pierce's eyes: "I still have a card to use."

He sneered, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

"They will definitely go to rescue her. When that happens, I will make them all die!"

Pierce's voice was low and full of malice, like a poisonous snake quietly spitting its tongue in the darkness.

At the same time, on the other side of the city, Fury was hiding in a secret safe house, calmly analyzing the current situation.

The safe house is located in the basement of an old apartment building. The walls are covered with bulletproof steel plates and there is a complex electronic lock at the door.

In the small room, only a few dim lights illuminated the maps and documents on the desk, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.

Fury sat at the table, his hands crossed over his chest, staring intently at an intelligence report on the table.

His brows were furrowed, his mind full of thoughts.

Various possible responses quickly flashed through Fury's mind, and every detail was carefully considered and weighed by him.

"Director, everything is quiet inside SHIELD, and there has been no unusual movement. It seems that they are unaware of the news that you were ambushed." Agent May, who was sitting nearby, typing intently on the keyboard in front of her, took the time to speak.

Her voice was calm and firm, but there was a hint of worry in her eyes.

At this moment, she was monitoring the movements within S.H.I.E.L.D. through the safe house's encrypted network, trying to find any possible clues.

Hawkeye leaned against the wall and narrowed his eyes. His sharp gaze scanned every corner of the room. His fingers gently stroked the bow and arrow at his waist, as if ready to attack at any time: "No movement is the worst. It means that the news has been blocked by the enemy. Even S.H.I.E.L.D. is under their control. It seems that we can't go back to S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Yes." Fury nodded and said, "We can't just sit there and wait for death. We must take the initiative to attack."

He stood up, walked to the center of the room, and looked at Agent May and Hawkeye with a firm gaze: "The enemy's plan must be more than just controlling S.H.I.E.L.D. Their goal may be even bigger. We don't have much time left."

Agent Mei stopped what he was doing and looked up: "Chief, what should we do?"

Fury's eyes were deep: "Let's go straight to their door!" (End of this chapter)