Wu Liuqi in Marvel

Chapter 18
"Blade, are we really going to join forces with that ugly assassin?" After leaving the bar, the werewolf asked Blade.

In fact, Daofeng didn't intend to join forces with them, but Coulson said that the ugly assassin would soon be his own, and it would be convenient to work together first.

Cooperation or non-cooperation makes no difference to Blade, anyway, he and the werewolf are acting alone.

The only thing that surprised him was the boy named Adams.

Dao Feng can still recall those wise eyes. Although he is only 15 years old, he seems to be 50 years old.

Today's kids are amazing.

……

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Mockingbird arrives in New York.

She also came to check the Amber Dream.

This wine is involved in a large transnational criminal organization.

She hadn't known that the drink could turn anyone who drank it into a vampire until she got on the same train as Blade.

In this way, the matter was out of her control. Originally, she thought that Amber Fantasy was a new type of drug, so she had been following up and investigating it.

It now appears that the Amber Dream is the first embrace that can turn ordinary people into vampires.

It was none of her business, but she followed the train to New York anyway.

Blade knew that Mockingbird was on that train, but didn't come looking for her.

"Obviously I have already done that kind of thing to myself, if I don't want to be responsible, I should say hello anyway." Barbara Morse thought to herself.

"Hey! Don't you have eyes?"

Barbara Morse was deep in some thought when a teenager of about 15 suddenly bumped into her head-on.

It is about 12 o'clock in the middle of the night. I can occasionally see a few homeless people on the street. Normal people go home early at this point.

"Where did the bad boys come from?"

Feng's hair is white, and Mockingbird subconsciously regards him as a bad boy who dyed his hair. The person who will go out at this point cannot be a good baby who listens to his parents.

"Bad boy?!"

Feng hates it when people call him that. Little Pig was chased away by him, and now he is in a fit of anger.

This woman shouldn't provoke him at this time. 15-year-olds don't know how to control their emotions.

A violent gust of wind blew up around the boy, his white hair danced wildly in the hurricane, his pupils turned into a hollow white, as if containing an endless storm.

"Mutant?!"

"S**t!! Why am I so unlucky, first a vampire, then a mutant!"

Mockingbird originally wanted to fight him twice, but when the strong wind blew, she directly dismissed the idea.

With the boy as the eye, the surrounding buildings were torn apart indiscriminately. If she didn't run away, she might lose her whole body.

Where the wind has passed, there is only an unrecognizable ground. On this night when everyone is sleeping soundly, he wantsonly destroyed Queens.

It was this unscrupulous momentum that suddenly stopped in front of a certain man.

He was wearing a black suit, proudly standing in the wind.

The man held a dark red long knife, and protected the woman he was chasing all the way behind him.

The storm will leave scars on his body, but the strong wind that can easily tear the concrete has only tiny wounds on this man, and these wounds are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Feng has never seen this kind of person.

Blade was never a pure-blooded human, he was a half-vampire hybrid.

He pulled out the dark red long knife, the blade was silvery white. This knife is not a famous blade in history, but a sharp weapon completely made with current technology. The advantage is that it is extremely sharp.

This man wearing sunglasses is like a dormant startled dragon, waving his long knife in a circle and jumping high from the ground.

Feng had no doubts that if he stayed still, the top-to-bottom slash of this technique would directly separate his body.

It's a pity that he can not only blow the wind, but can also drive on the road, and it's not good if he can't fight.

The precise high kick bounced off the silver bright long knife, and there was a weak storm on his legs, which can greatly strengthen his physical ability.

After all, the power of 15 years old is not as strong as that of adults.

The long knife cut horizontally, straight to the side waist, the wind dodged backwards, and at the same time reduced the wind circle, forming a small wind circle at the side waist, the long knife was entangled by the wind circle, unable to escape.

Dao Feng resolutely gave up the long knife, pulled out the dagger on his calf at an extremely fast speed, and then slashed at his neck.

Feng laughed, just like what Sylvie saw in the front sight, extremely arrogant.

If he was a bit afraid of long knives, then it was impossible for short knives to get close to him.

He didn't like to use his hands when fighting, because his ability to control the wind with his hands was stronger than his legs, and now.The gust of wind he gathered in his right hand was enough to tear the man's arm apart.

He had already seen the tragic defeat of this man.

At this moment, a black figure enveloped the night sky above his head.

The werewolf was lurking on the roof at the beginning of the battle. His vision in the dark was excellent, and the small movements of the wind could not escape his eyes.

Blade and Werewolf, they are the two who cooperate best in the Howling Commandos, and Werewolf knows when to make a move.

Feng had no choice but to give up the right arm of the blade, and turned the condensed wind to hit the werewolf above his head.

You can't let the man in front of you be seriously injured, it's better to make this sneak attack guy suffer a little bit.

"--boom!"

There was a deafening gunshot in the distance.

"Damn!"

Feng stopped his movements and dodged sideways and backwards. At the same time, he slammed the gale in his right hand at the armor-piercing projectiles roaring from several thousand meters away.

The 12mm bullet was shredded again, and Feng also avoided the double attack of the werewolf and the blade.

Sylvie on a certain building silently withdrew the bullet, this time she didn't have to run away, she could quietly prepare the second bullet.

Feng's forehead was covered with fine cold sweat.

His wind is no threat to werewolves either, this guy heals faster than the guy with the sunglasses.

The wind narrowed his wind circle so that he could control the elements more precisely.

The boy moved his body.

These three people are very strong, but he may not lose. His purpose is to find out the Chinese who came to New York.

He fled to New York because he was afraid, afraid of the man who killed his number 50 brother overnight.

That man must be looking for him, because he is the only surviving leader of that small gang, and he will definitely come back and kill himself!

He made such a big noise just to let the Chinese find him, as long as he can get revenge, it doesn't matter what happens.

Feng took out a tube of golden reagent from his jacket pocket.

"Oh! s**t!!!!" The blade and the werewolf in the distance cursed at the same time.

The tube of reagent was nothing but the amber dream that had turned Wilson into a lowly vampire.

Sylvie fired a second shot, this time she aimed at the reagent in Feng's hand.

Feng dodged away calmly. From the very beginning, he never regarded the sniper rifle as a threat.

"Don't let him get the injection!!" Blade and the werewolf exchanged glances and rushed towards the boy at the same time.

But it was too late, their forward speed was greatly restricted in the shrinking wind circle.

The low-level vampires will become bloodthirsty, violent, and lose their minds, and their speed and strength will be greatly improved. At that time, New York may usher in a disaster.

Just as the blade was charging with all its strength, he heard a low murmur.

"Use Qi to control the scissors, and cut them into inches!"

The spinning scissors cut off the reagent in the boy's hand, and the golden liquid spilled all over the floor.

Feng looked at Wu Liuqi outside the wind circle in disbelief.

He didn't join the battlefield, but just manipulated the scissors on the periphery.

The pressure from these two people in front of him was so great that he ignored the assassin who had a very low presence.

　I didn't let go when I wrote this, I didn't write bloody violence, if it's all 404, then I can't help it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)