i screwed up marvel

Chapter 182
Martin looked at the policeman who froze as if he had been frightened, and was also speechless.

"You coward! Don't jump out if you don't dare to provoke me!"

With a pull of his left hand, Martin pulled off the opponent's gun with its holster, and returned to his car with his right hand by his collar.

"Come with me."

In the police car, another policeman stared, raised his hands, and didn't fart.

They didn't even dare to take out their guns, which meant that the two policemen knew that the small pistols did not pose any threat to him, but might irritate him instead.

But since he knew who he was and dared to intercept him for no reason, there must be someone behind him.

Oh, maybe they originally wanted to cause him some trouble in the name of drunk driving, but in the end they were too scared to say anything because of his "bang bang" kicks on the car.

"Where, where?"

The white policeman with cold sweat on his face finally spoke, but he was still stuttering from fright.

Martin stepped on the gas pedal and rushed through an intersection at the yellow light, before he said, "Go find your boss, after all, I can't kill you casually."

"Walter!"

Under the unbelievable eyes of the policeman, Martin sneered and said, "It's because I've been too low-key recently, making you think I'm easy to bully, idiot, money is not easy to get, if you mess with me, you have to pay the price, and you may I can't bear it, so I will say everything I need to say in front of your boss in a while."

"NO—"

As soon as the policeman said something loudly, Martin slapped him on the forehead: "It's too late to beg for mercy, you'd better tell me everything I want to know, otherwise you just pray that I won't find your weakness, everyone has it." Weakness, unless you have no family and are not afraid of death."

The white policeman covered his head and suddenly smiled: "I really am..."

squeak--

Martin drove a sharp turn and did a drift.

"Oh hoo!"

Martin, who usually drives very low-key, felt the joy of drag racing, and screamed twice in excitement. After turning the corner, he glanced at the policeman who slapped on the car window: "No family? Maybe, but, aren't you afraid of death?"

He really didn't believe it.

After rushing through a block in retrograde direction, I found my destination, a house, with the navigation.

Martin carried the pale-faced policeman and went straight up the steps and knocked on the door.

"Captain George! Open the door! I'm Martin King!"

Soon, Martin heard movement inside.

George Stacey opened the door with a look of wariness, and frowned at Martin: "Mr. Jin, I thought you were still at the military reception, did you drink too much?"

Although Stein Industries donated millions of dollars, Director George was of course very dissatisfied with his private visits in the middle of the night and smelling of alcohol.

Soon, he saw the "thing" in Martin's hand, and his eyes widened: "What did you do?"

"I?"

Martin smiled, and stared back without showing any weakness: "It's not what I did, but your people, your people actually want to stop my car! Dude, don't tell me it's a misunderstanding! I want to know who it is tomorrow You're playing tricks! Otherwise I'll tear it down..."

"Which branch are you from? Look up!"

Director George looked at the guy in Martin's hand and suddenly shouted.

Then, under Martin's astonished gaze, he drew his gun and fired.

boom!boom!
One to the shoulder, one to the chest.

Martin looked down at the twitching guy in his hand, opened his mouth wide, threw it down quickly, and said with a smile: "Dude! I never knew that your police are so ruthless, and your own people can kill them directly! But you really should calm down, you don't care The lives of my subordinates should also take into account my suit, I don't want to be splashed with blood and then start again...Huh?"

Director George put away his gun, turned his head and shouted into the room: "I'm fine! Don't worry!"

"You're fine, but he's fine."

Martin knelt down and looked down at the policeman who had been shot twice by Chief George, especially where the two gunshot wounds were only oozing blood instead of splashing out.

In the gun hole in the chest, there was a faint orange light!

"He's not a policeman."

Director George raised his foot and kicked the body of the "policeman" at the door twice, exposing the other side's front, pointed to the other side's chest and said: "I am very familiar with this police sign, it is my old partner."

"Could it be that someone borrowed the clothes, or got the wrong number?"

Martin then replied.

But I was a little surprised: Is this Extremis virus?Being targeted by Killian?
Chief George sat down next to him, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took two puffs: "My old man is dead long ago, no one uses the siren number of sacrificing a policeman, and the policeman who saw me wanting to draw a gun should not exist."

"Oh?"

Only then did Martin notice that this guy had a gun in his hand, and he curled his lips.

Real hammer!
Definitely not the police.

He remembered throwing away the opponent's guns, but this guy made another one.

Which cop is okay with a spare pistol?
It's not a special police officer on a special mission, isn't it too heavy!
But that doesn't matter anymore.

Martin calmly aimed at the gunshot wound of the fake policeman.

The orange glow had faded.

Director George may be lost in memory, smoking a cigarette, his eyes a little dazed.

While Director George was not paying attention, Martin pretended to check the fake policeman's pocket, and took the opportunity to stab the opponent's wound with a small wooden stick, then put it in his pocket.

"That... shall I go first?"

Martin asked tentatively.

Director George came back to his senses and waved his hand: "It's okay, I'm in charge of the investigation, but I can't guarantee that I can find anything. My daughter should have called the branch office, and they are almost here."

Martin turned his head, and sure enough, he saw a little blond girl looking out.

He smiled and said goodbye to Director George, waved to the little beauty in the room before leaving.

After getting into his own car, Martin did not go back directly, but drove back the same way. At the place where he captured the fake policeman, the police car with the broken axle was still lying there, but the other policeman inside disappeared.

Since there was no direct clue, he didn't bother to track it down, so he drove back directly.

It happened that Betty had just finished a day's experiment.

Martin took off his clothes and handed it over carefully: "There is a blood sample in the pocket. It is a new type of genetic modification, which may allow people to regenerate limbs."

"Oh? Let me see!"

Betty looked surprised.

"Really?!"

The American team who was watching TV with the orange cat Bell was also attracted: "Can a broken limb be reborn? The current technology is amazing!"

Too bad Bucky didn't make it to this point.

Martin shrugged: "I saw with my own eyes that a guy's gunshot wound shrunk visible to the naked eye, but maybe it was because he punctured his heart and finally died, but if it's just a limb injury, or after some kind of improvement, it should be possible to repair the broken body." limb."

Betty went upstairs again, spread Martin's coat on the laboratory table, put on a white coat and shouted downstairs: "There is still half a pizza in the kitchen, I will go to bed later."

However, Martin didn't wait for Betty to walk out of the laboratory when he went to sleep.

In the morning, he was awakened by an explosion. When he ran to the laboratory, he saw black smoke rising from a bulletproof glass cover, covered with scorched black sticky objects.

"Honey, is this the breakfast you made for me? Seriously, just looking at it will make you lose your appetite."

Martin laughed.

Betty smiled and shook her head: "I isolated a gene and wanted to give it to mice, but I didn't expect... Let's make breakfast first, I'm hungry."

(End of this chapter)