Marvel: Superman Survival Guide

Chapter 41 Just for a Title

All of them were hit, either in the throat or in the heart, and everyone who was hit was killed, regardless of whether they were wearing bulletproof suits or not.

Link's body moved at the same time. He jumped to the right and hid directly behind a pillar. He reached his hands behind him and grabbed another throwing knife.

Did he use a throwing knife?
No, but Link can still hit accurately, relying on the biological force field.

Superman has a biological stance and can wrap up anything, including large vehicles like airplanes and ships, and even small throwing knives.

The temporary extension distance was not far because he did not use it much, but when he returned home today and checked the armory, he found that he did not want to use these weapons.

They were all brought back from the SHIELD branch and there are records in SHIELD. Link thought about it and finally gave up.

Then he needed new weapons, either go to Hell's Kitchen to find a batch, or use other weapons. At this time, he thought of the biological stand.

He tried it at home. The kitchen utensils at home had been fully equipped by Jessica. He randomly picked up a fruit knife to try it out, and it worked. So he went to customize a batch of willow-leaf throwing knives.

This is not telekinesis, so he cannot use the biological force field to recover the flying knife. He can only continue to consume it and use the biological force field to maintain accuracy, but he is not lacking in strength.

The only trouble is that the throwing knives are consumed too quickly, so more will need to be made in the future, and special equipment will be needed to load them.

After Link hid in the cover, he did not stop. He instantly ran out from the other side of the pillar and kept moving. The killer's position did not escape his eyes. He waved his hands continuously and began to reap the flying knives one by one.

On the terrace garden, Winston looked at the time. Five minutes had passed and the gunfire seemed to have stopped.

At this time, Charon's phone rang. He picked it up quickly, then a surprised expression appeared on his face. He turned around and said, "Sir, all the killers on the first floor have been killed."

"That man is coming up!"

Winston was equally surprised, while Santino was horrified. He shouted, "This is impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible!" Winston calmed down a little, "Do any of our guests want to participate?"

"No sir, the guests who booked the room didn't care about the $300,000, so they planned to watch the show from the beginning," said Charon.

Saint Dino immediately said, "I can increase it to one million."

"It's too late!" Winston shook his head, looked at Santino and said, "Now it depends on your manpower."

"Bang bang..." At this moment, fierce gunshots were heard at the entrance of the terrace, and then after just a dozen seconds, it became quiet again, and a figure appeared at the entrance.

Link walked in leisurely, holding two throwing knives in his right hand. He smiled and said, "There aren't many people here!"

"This amount of power is too weak. It can't even hold out for ten minutes."

Link looked dissatisfied, "This makes my path to fame a little less dazzling!"

Winston said gently: "Mr. Lin is already dazzling enough, but now the problem comes. You have offended not only the Continental Hotel in New York, but the entire High Table. Perhaps you don't quite understand what this means."

"We'll tell you later who I offended. Now I need to talk to Mr. Santino Antonio." Link turned and looked at the culprit.

"Is it because you lost face?" Saint Dino understood what Link meant, and he immediately said: "I can give you money, I can cancel the bounty..."

"No, no, no, you don't understand. You broke the rules. Matters at the gambling table should be resolved at the gambling table, but you actually hired a killer."

"You make me very troubled, you know?"

"You think you are so powerful that you can reap other people's lives at will, but now your life is in my hands."

"Of course, you can try to pull out your gun!"

Link smiled, but Saint Dino looked very frightened. It was like the smile of a devil, tempting this mortal to hand over his soul.

"It seems you don't dare." Link's tone was full of disappointment, "Swish~"

A flying knife shot out and then pierced into Santino's throat. Link walked over, then took out a mobile phone, checked the phone book, found old Antonio's number, and called it directly.

"Hello..." Old Antonio was ready to rest at this time. When he saw that the caller was his son, he thought he wanted to show off.

"Mr. Antonio, your son has paid the price, now you need to pay the price." Link said.

"What?" Old Antonio was stunned. "Where's my son?"

"There's a flying knife stuck in his throat and a terrified look on his face. He doesn't look that peaceful." Link gave a brief introduction.

"..."Whether it was old Antonio, or Winston and Charon on the side, they did not expect that Link would be so rampant.

"You~since you have already killed him, can't the matter be over now?" Old Antonio was suffering from a terminal illness at this time, and he didn't have much time left. Compared to his disappointed son, he cared more about his daughter.

In addition, it now seems that the Continental Hotel in New York has failed, otherwise his son would not have died. The next issue is the high table, which he does not need to face alone.

"Of course, things on the gambling table should have been resolved on the gambling table. You broke the rules." Link said, "Now I ask you to gamble with me again in Las Vegas. This time I ask for 100 million yuan."

"You can disagree, but then the entire Antonio family will be on my hunting list."

"Don't count on your so-called high table. I know yours is made up of twelve criminal groups around the world. There is an elder above you, and there are more than a dozen continental hotels around the world."

"Your strength is just like that. If you make me angry, I will wipe out all of you."

Old Antonio was stunned. Was the other party arrogant?

At least, what the other party said has come true, such as the Continental Hotel in New York.

"Who are you?" asked old Antonio.

Link whispered, "I am who I am!"

"I'm just a professional gambler. You don't need to be afraid of anything because I am enough on my own. If I can kill all twelve directors of the High Table and eliminate the forces behind you, do you think I will have a resounding title?"

(End of this chapter)