When League of Legends Comes to American Comics

Chapter 5 Do You Want To See Me?

A bright yellow full moon hung in the dark night sky outside New York.

A dignified and luxurious manor is located among the beautiful trees. After getting away from the bustling lights of the urban area, it seems that every grass, tree and air is more comfortable and free.

In the most spacious room in the manor, a melee scene had just been staged.

Justin Hammer lay on the bed with a tired face, like a squid that had been squeezed dry.

"You all go out."

Han Mo blocked his eyes with his hands, and he could make himself salivate for the snacks a second ago, but now he would feel nauseous if he took a second look.

There are some things that only men who have also experienced the test of age can understand.

The loneliness after the prosperity is gone, after all, can only be borne by oneself.

When he heard the sound of closing the door, Han Mo moved his palm away, and before he could raise his head, a white skirt appeared in front of him.

"I said, get out!"

Han Mo raised the volume.

Perhaps in the eyes of his competitor, he is no different from an ordinary street vendor. His weapons, his company, and his business are all just a waste of self-entertainment.

But for more people, Justin Hammer is definitely an excellent and competent arms dealer.

His words still have weight for many people.

And this weight, after that 'genius' was kidnapped, is increasing day by day.

Han Mo also read the news of the previous two days, and he sneered at the so-called 1000 million reward.

to be frank.

If the terrorist who kidnapped him can be contacted, Han Mo is even willing to pay an extra one billion, no, five billion, to ensure that the genius can have a decent resting place.

It can be said that today's Hanmo is in a state of extreme "twisting".

On the one hand, it can be said that he is proud of the spring breeze, and he looks like the second child of a thousand years is finally coming out;
On the other hand, he was extremely nervous, afraid that the news of Tony Stark's return would appear in the news.

Because of this, he was obviously more restless these two days than before.

Even though he was over middle age, he still played every night. Although every time he made himself sore and weak, this exhaustion could actually make him fall asleep better.

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The corner of the white clothes did not move.

Han Mo's forehead twitched, and when a person was exhausted to a certain extent, he would somewhat arouse a bit of hostility.

He raised his head, just about to vent the boredom that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time.
'呲'

A long red sword sank into the floor in front of him.

The floor is marble.

Before the growl in Han Mo's mouth had time to vent, he suddenly swallowed his breath like a duck with its neck stuck.

"Cough cough cough cough!!"

The air rushing back into the windpipe feels like someone stuffed a dried chili down the tube in your throat.

Han Mo covered his neck and coughed for a while before gradually calming down.

"you"

Han Mo spoke again, but just after he uttered a word, he froze again.

The man in white in front of him seemed a little unreal, like a virtual projection, without an entity.

"kidding me?"

Han Mo's face darkened, his eyes wandered around, trying to find the location of the projection device.

He is not a scientist, but as an arms tycoon, he still has some understanding of products in the field of science and technology.

Although this technology has not yet appeared on the market, for a small group of people, this technology is already very mature in use.

"sit down."

Nan Ke's voice was very soft.

He can make people see himself in the state of the spirit body, and he can also affect the real world in the state of the spirit body.

But in the end, it is not in the same dimension, and there will inevitably be some differences in some aspects.

"who are you?"

Han Mo ignored Nan Ke, and after realizing that there was only a 'projection' in front of him, he regained his former self-confidence.

After searching for a while but failing to find the projection device, he simply gave up searching, took two steps forward, and after taking a close look at Nan Ke's red mask, he said, "Pretending to be a ghost."

"I said, sit down."

Nan Ke repeated.

"Heh" Han Mo showed a disdainful smile, stepped back, sat on the sofa and crossed his legs, at the same time picked up a walkie-talkie that was placed beside him, and said to Nanke:

"I don't care what your purpose is, but trust me, we will meet soon."

"You really want to see me?" Nan Ke asked.

There was a gloomy look on Han Mo's face. Anyone who had a device suddenly placed in his home would have a temper at night. He raised the walkie-talkie in his hand and was just about to call someone in.

'boom'

A cyclone hit Han Mo's wrist precisely, and the walkie-talkie fell to the ground with a 'click'.

Han Mo didn't dare to pick it up, his expression seemed to be frozen at that moment, and his breathing became short of breath.

Nan Ke walked up to Han Mo, a gleam of light appeared on the red sword blade, he lowered his body a bit, and whispered in Han Mo's ear: "You, want to see me very much?"

'boom'

The door was roughly pushed open.

Han Mo came out of the room in disheveled clothes. After seeing the two bodyguards at the door, his face became even more gloomy.

As an arms dealer, he is very confident in his security capabilities, but the more confident he is, the more painful his face will be.

"What does the boss need?"

one of the security guards asked earnestly.

Han Mo didn't speak, and hooked the bodyguard.

The bodyguard walked over, and immediately saw his boss's hand raised.

'Snapped'

There was a crisp sound accompanied by cursing.

"waste!"

The bodyguard didn't hide, and received a slap like a log.

"I want Gasbo to go to my room and tidy up!"

"Yes." The bodyguard nodded. Gasbo is Han Mo's assistant, and also their direct leader.

Han Mo continued to walk outside. When he passed through a long corridor and saw the armed guards standing at the door, his steps became a little slow.

He is hesitating.

If I call it out now, can I still move the situation back?
But at the next moment, a breeze that lingered in his ears for a long time 'pushed' him to continue forward until he reached the gate of the manor.

There are gardens and fountains at the entrance of the manor, and in the open space next to these landscapes, a row of luxury cars is neatly placed there, like toys in a Lego store.

"you"

The man in charge of cleaning the car froze for a moment when he saw Han Mo.

"Drive, I'm going out for a while."

"Ah oh."

The man seemed a little nervous, but he opened the car door eagerly.

You must know that the driver of a big man is a sought-after job, much more respectable than a senior cleaner like him.

He glanced back at Han Mo and asked, "Where are you going?"

Han Mo was silent for a while, then silently pointed to the front, "Go ahead for a while."

"Ok."

The man drives very steadily, it can be seen that he cherishes this rare opportunity.

But maybe it was because he was too immersed in his own world, so he didn't notice the face of the boss sitting in the back seat, which became more and more ugly as the scenery outside the window receded.

at last.

After driving for about a kilometer, Han Mo suddenly said, "Stop."

"Ah oh."

The man stepped on the brakes quickly.

"Go down."

The man froze for a moment, but didn't respond.

"I'll go on and walk back by myself!"

"Uh yes."

The man got out of the car and began to walk back obediently.

Sitting alone in the car, Han Mo took a deep breath.

If possible, he wished that his 'alone' time could be longer.

But unfortunately, just as the man turned around and walked back, the car door was suddenly opened from the outside, and immediately, a voice that was extremely familiar to Han Mo rang clearly in front of him.

"Now, you see me."

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