When League of Legends Comes to American Comics

Chapter 83 Recreating 'Captain America' (for collection)
Is Daredevil's life worth 300 points?

This is a question, a question that deeply troubles Nan Ke and makes him extremely irritable.

Now I am only 300 points away from the great perfection of swordsmanship, and these 300 points are in front of me.
There were bloodshot eyes in Nan Ke's eyes. He had harvested a wave of curls on Daredevil before, so at least at this stage, Daredevil's body was clean without any trace of Yazakana.

But if you want to get points, there is actually another way, and that is to completely obliterate it!

After all, the Yazakana harvested by himself did not disappear, but turned into 'fragments' and submerged into Daredevil's body again.

Maybe I still need to worry about Daredevil's connections before, but now my strength has made great progress, not to mention the spirit and mentality.

Just talking about the improvement of his level and swordsmanship, it has almost opened a watershed with superheroes of Daredevil and their level.

Moreover, the appearance of Graves made Nan Ke discover a new model. He felt that he needed to 'send' all the heroes of Runeterra back, but now he finds that recruiting them or cooperating with them seems to be a good choice.

And if this choice can be implemented for a long time, then the strength on my side can definitely crush all the forces in the Marvel Universe!

You can completely form a real 'League of Legends'!
Therefore, friends of Daredevil, the threat to themselves is very limited at this stage, and in the future, this gap will increase without limit.

After setting aside this fear, the problem Nan Ke is facing now is actually just a choice, a problem that can even trouble Shakespeare.

live or die
The target of his troubles is not himself, but the people in front of him.

Matt himself obviously didn't know what Nan Ke was thinking. He raised his hand and wanted to break free from Nan Ke's palm, but after struggling twice and found that he couldn't break free, he immediately gave up resisting and said in a low tone:

"Do you know what you did!"

Nan Ke didn't answer.

Matt waited for a while, as if the words had been held in his stomach for too long, so he couldn't help but say them.

"You actually used heavy firepower to destroy more than 20 houses in the urban area. Do you know how many police cars were dispatched last night, even the army sent people, and the news media was even more noisy?"

"you."

"Do you know how many people were accidentally injured by your actions, and how many people were indirectly affected by the problems you caused!?"

Matt's lips kept opening and closing, and his emotion was very passionate. This is an emotion that occurs when he is suddenly released after holding back for a long time.

After all, half a night of chasing is actually not a good feeling.

He is blind, but he can also 'see' more and hear more.

And Nan Ke looked at him silently, the blood in his eyes became more and more intense, as if he was waiting for him to say something about the Holy Mother, and then gave himself a reason to kill him.

In my mind, there seemed to be a voice constantly urging.

'kill him'

'kill him'

'Kill him and you will become stronger'

'As long as you keep killing, you can become the strongest! '

The reason why the devil's whisper is extremely seductive is that it is like a whisper in the ear;

But this 'heart voice' that directly sounded in your mind turned into waves and began to invade Nan Ke's mind and rationality.

At this moment, Nan Ke suddenly remembered what Graves said before;

At the same time, he also understood what kind of "torture" those "predecessors" of Ionia experienced at that time.

Even Nan Ke himself can hardly suppress his killing intent now, looking at Daredevil in front of him, he no longer cares about interests and troubles in his mind.

some;

only hope;

Hope he can give himself a reason to kill him.

However, Matt's lips trembled for a long time, but finally he said something that surprised Nan Ke.

"Well done you guys!"

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Nan Ke froze for a moment, then bit his teeth violently.

The blood in his eyes faded quickly, and as soon as he let go of his palm, Daredevil suddenly felt that his breathing became smoother.

"You did what I wanted to do but I didn't have the ability or courage to do it!"

Daredevil, who had regained his freedom, added a sentence, and then walked to the side alone very lonely, staring at the sky and began to seem to be in a daze.

Although the effect of 'cupping' was relatively slight on his body, it was more or less affected.

Many problems that have never bothered him before have unknowingly grown in his heart, and they are rapidly developing and expanding like a cancer version.

And Nan Ke stood there for a while, then took a deep breath, raised his hand and rubbed his temples vigorously, only to find that his back was completely wet with sweat.

In just such a short time, I have already sweated so much.

Nan Ke glanced at Daredevil, this time, his eyes were much clearer.

I was sweating so much, obviously it couldn't be because I was shocked by Matt's words, but because I was in a state just now, something was really wrong.

The killing intent was too intense.

For 300 points, he actually wanted to kill a superhero.

Not to mention Nan Ke, any super villain with a normal mind would not be able to do this kind of thing.

After all, it is normal to make enemies in order to gain benefits, but if you insist on doing it knowing that the gain is not worth the loss, then it is really brain-twitching.

Was it affected by the killing?
Stepped into the footsteps of that group of Runeterraians?
Nan Ke frowned, the state of mind, or inner demon, this kind of metaphysical existence in the novel, seemed to have really manifested in himself.

But at the next moment, Nan Ke understood this phenomenon in his own way. In fact, this so-called demon is not much different from what ordinary people call mental illness.

Perhaps the only difference is that when a man is angry, he can only splatter blood for five steps at most; when the emperor is angry, he burns millions of corpses.

As for myself, although he can't reach the emperor's level, if he is really dazzled by the killing, it is quite easy to harm one side.

He patted himself on the head, and when he got out of that emotion, Nan Ke felt that the fatigue of the whole night seemed to surge up all of a sudden, so he found a place to sit down at random, and it happened that Graves over there was also following him. over here.

"he"

Graves looked at Daredevil.

"My own people." Nan Ke said.

"Okay." Graves sat down next to Nan Ke, and then glanced at him cautiously, "Your state is very similar to what I told you just now, but fortunately, you survived."

"You noticed it too?" Nan Ke was taken aback for a moment.

"Everyone has such a step. Only after passing can we continue to improve." Graves sighed. This kind of test has nothing to do with strength, but only with state of mind. If you want to become a qualified fighter, then you must be able to control own bloodlust.

And if you don't make it through
"What about you?" Nan Ke asked,

"I don't have the qualifications." Graves shook his head, acting calmly, "Actually, before listening to what the master said, I have met many such people, and their strength is considered good, but in the end they were all Killing dominates until death."

Either they die or someone else dies.

"But in addition to the general situation I told you before, there are actually exceptions!" Graves thought of those in Noxus, "Although some people have been dominated, they seem to have walked out of a new path, but I always feel that they are more or less out of their minds."

"Hehe." Nan Ke laughed, "That is to say, I just cured my own brain?"

Graves didn't answer this time. He was afraid that he might have made a mistake. At this moment, he suddenly took out his mobile phone, and there was a text message from Boss Liao on it.

'What's your situation now? I can't get in touch with Nan Ke. If you are together, tell him. I found out about Jin Bin. They seem to have sent all the kidnapped people to a mental hospital! '

After reading it, Graves handed the phone to Nan Ke.

Nan Ke took the phone, then touched his pocket subconsciously, and took out a few parts from it. Obviously, the phone had been 'sacrificed' in the previous fight.

"A mental hospital?" Graves looked at Nanke and asked.

Nan Ke looked up and used the sky as a background board, only to see that more than an hour ago, the system sent a reminder.

'Ding'

'The madman of Zaun - Dr. Mundo is coming! '

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The cold white light is like a disinfectant, making every brick and tile of the hospital pale.

This 'abandoned' hospital has a total of four floors. The lower three floors are crowded with people, there are endless carts coming and going, and there are expressionless doctors wandering around. It is not so much a hospital, but actually more like a hospital-themed haunted house.

The sentiments that doctors should have are not reflected here at all. On the contrary, when the doctors in white coats examine every passing 'patient', their eyes seem to be looking at the products produced by the assembly line.

Cries of pain are like the radio music of this hospital. Accompanied by this rhythm and beat, the nurses skillfully move the 'patient' from the trolley to the bed, and the doctors concentrate on performing the surgery. Knife, start cutting in the skin.

This kind of treatment does not require anesthesia, because anesthesia will affect the observation of the 'patient'. Therefore, whenever the treatment starts, the volume of the radio music seems to be directly adjusted to the maximum.

Under the influence of music, the doctors seem to have found their own mission, their eyes are shining, and the scalpels in their hands seem to be replaced by chisels, and they are carving a beautiful work of art.

But when we reached the fourth floor, the lights suddenly dimmed, and the hospital's exclusive 'radio music' was silent. On both sides of the long corridor, there were only four wards, each occupying almost a quarter of the floor. .

Here is not a place where the group of ordinary doctors can set foot, let alone a place where the group of ordinary 'patients' are qualified to come.

Here, it belongs to some 'special' patients.

Classes exist everywhere, and there are differences between VIP treatment and non-VIP treatment.

The four luxurious wards are equipped with more professional and complete instruments than those downstairs, and a group of obviously more experienced nurses are making complete daily records in the four wards.

There is only one 'patient' in each ward. They are like the delicacies of nature, being carefully nourished under the 'bundle of flowers'. Every 15 minutes, someone will record every indicator.

Every data is accurate to the decimal point, as if you are afraid that if you miss a few minutes, you will miss the whole world.

The real VIP-level treatment is not actually reflected in these aspects;

Instead, there is a device with a strange image next to each hospital bed. The device has a catheter directly connected to the syringe, slowly injecting streams of unknown red liquid into the 'patient''s body.

At this time, Bullseye was sitting in one of the wards. It had been nearly five hours since he arrived here, but apart from the most basic hemostasis and wound treatment, any other treatment had not yet started.

After the crazy old doctor brought him here, he seemed to have suddenly forgotten his existence, and was concentrating on some intensive experiment in another ward.

From the whitened knuckles in Bullseye, it could be seen that he was impatient in his heart, but he really had no choice but to continue to wait.

He understood the importance of that doctor to Jin Bing. If he really did something to that doctor, even if he healed his injury, he wouldn't live for long.

Because of this, he could only bury his emotions in his heart, and at the same time tried to distract himself by observing the black man on the opposite hospital bed.

Fortunately, the experiment in front of him was exciting enough, so exciting that if this experiment really succeeded, then he would be 'pardoned' with a high probability.

The black man on the hospital bed looks very ordinary, and he belongs to the kind of existence that will be drowned in an instant when thrown into the crowd. Perhaps the only special thing is that the dense pinholes on his arm can directly remind people of a beehive.

This is an addict who has progressed to the point of no cure.

As for the red liquid, maybe even the nurse in charge of recording didn't know what it was, but as Jin Bing's 'confidant', he probably guessed what it was.

"It seems that the old man's progress is indeed faster than I imagined." Bullseye said silently in his heart.

Not long ago, my boss got in touch with the military for some reason, and then it seemed that some people were sent over there, and the crazy old man was one of the key ones.

This group of people in the military is responsible for scientific research, and at the same time provided blood samples taken from a certain organism, and their boss is responsible for providing various materials and conditions needed for the research. As for the final research results, it should be shared of.

As for the content of the research, he listened to Jin and said something cryptically. It seems that the recent rise of Tony Stark has stirred up many people's nerves.

Various departments and organizations, official and unofficial, have begun to focus on the research of superhumans, and now the experiment in front of him is trying to create a new "Captain America" ​​in another way.

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It can be regarded as catching up!

Justice will be late, but never absent!
(End of this chapter)