Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 353
Master Lermi?Zhang Ang frowned.

"It's okay! You continue!" Adolf reacted, and quickly suppressed the commotion in the comic club.

"Did they bring patrols to mess around?" Zhang Ang also asked quickly.

"No, there are only six people! It's Master Lermi and his five disciples." Standing guard outside the door was one of the few stupid thieves that Zhang Ang subdued, and it is said that he was the head of some mercenary group. .

"Ah." After hearing his answer, Zhang Ang sighed, and looked at Adolf beside him: "They are well informed. We just started working, and they came here to make trouble. It's really true"

Adolf's complexion was not very good, but he didn't say anything.

"呯" "呯" "呯"

After a while, there was a knock on the door of the comic club, and the arrogant voice of Master Lermi's disciple came from outside.

"Oh, you guys are so brave! Do you dare to move back?"

"I used to hide and paint secretly, but seeing that we have nothing to do, now you dare to come back and reopen?"

"Hurry up and open the door! I want to see where you got the courage from!"

"Why don't you dare to open the door? Where did the courage to discredit my teacher in the whole city go?"

Holding his forehead, Zhang Ang waved his hand: "Forget it, since they want to die, let them in."

With a livid face, Adolf opened the door of the manga club and brought in all the people in this group.

They were not polite, and walked in carelessly, not caring that Adolf closed the door again.

"Hey, the number of people seems to be more this time, and it seems to be developing well." A disciple first taunted.

"Our teacher said it! You are defaming art! Close the door for me!" A disciple also ordered.

"You two leaders still dare to come out? Believe it or not, I asked the patrol to arrest you two right now?" A disciple started to threaten.

Master Laermi looked around, and then set his eyes on Zhang Ang: "Young man, I don't know whether you are brave or stupid. Do you think you can hide it from me if you open your business in such a sneaky way? I made it very clear this time! You are here."

"Shut up!" Zhang Ang interrupted him directly: "I'll give you one last chance, where did you come from, and where do you go back!"

One of Master Lermi's disciples immediately refused to accept it, and reprimanded, "What kind of thing are you, how dare you?"

"puff"

There was a soft sound, like a watermelon bursting open.The disciple's head exploded, red and white scattered around, and the headless corpse fell backwards and hit the floor.

There was a sudden exclamation in the manga club, and the disciples of master Lermi, who were covered in blood, hurriedly hid, looking around in horror.

It was Adolf who made the shot. His face was covered with frost, and he slowly withdrew his fingers.

Master Lermi's face suddenly became solemn, and his tone trembled slightly: "Who are you? How dare you."

"I am Adolf, Adolf Hitler! One of the founders of the Vienna Comics Club! I have endured you for a long time!" After that, Adolf's aura was fully released, and the black demon fighting spirit filled his whole body, and his whole body was magnified In a circle, the clothes were torn apart.

No further words, just a punch!
Without even screaming, Master Lermi exploded, and was blown into a cloud of blood mist by the violent fist force, dyeing a large area of ​​the surrounding floor bright red.

Then his gaze turned to the remaining four disciples.

"No, don't kill me. Don't kill me." As soon as he pleaded, a disciple was smashed into a puddle of mud by Adolf.

A disciple crazily used his lightness kung fu and slammed into the skylight on the ceiling, intending to escape.

Adolf didn't even look at it, he pointed out, black energy burst out, and a blood hole the size of a fist was drilled in his heart, and the body that had lost its life just halfway up, "slapped" It fell to the ground with a bang.

There were two others left, one fell to the ground, urinated all over his pants, couldn't even get the strength to escape, and was directly beaten to a pulp by Adolf.

The other was extremely decisive, pulled out a paintbrush, and turned to attack Zhang Ang, as if wanting to take a hostage.

Zhang Ang chuckled, and with a flash of sword light in his hand, the figure who had just taken two steps broke into countless pieces and fell to the ground.

Then Zhang Ang turned his head and looked at the low-level painters in the comic club who had already been stunned: "Okay, all the troubles have been solved, everyone continue to work."

He waved his hand, and said softly to the members of the Austrian Revolutionary Party standing quietly behind him, "Okay, go clean it up, it's quite an eyesore here, don't affect everyone's work."

There was no other way, these poor people who were forced to join the party had no choice but to endure waves of more violent vomiting, and began to deal with the puddles, pieces, pieces, and bloody filth on the ground .

The poor people dealt with it bit by bit, but the comic club was much quieter, no one was making noise, no one was making noise, only the sound of drawing paper flipping, pen tip rubbing against drawing paper, and everyone's movements were obviously much faster .

It's just that, while drawing, someone vomited out, and the vomit flowed all over the floor, so Zhang Ang had to send someone to clean it up.There were also quite a few people with wet trousers, twitching legs, and struggling to paint with flushed faces.

The air is filled with a faint smell of blood, urine, and sour smell of vomit, but there are more and more completed manga pages. Although the quality is slightly worse than before, everyone's drawing efficiency has increased almost double.

As time went on, comic books were bound and piled up into a hill.

The hill turned into a big mountain, and the big mountain turned into a high mountain. By evening, 5000 copies of the eighth volume of "Jack the Great Swordsman" had been produced.

"Okay, everyone come to collect the money, the city gate will be closed for about an hour, everyone can go out of the city directly after receiving the money." Zhang Ang clapped his hands: "We will start selling comics tomorrow, you can take advantage of this The farther time goes, the better!"

As usual, everyone lined up in a long line and came to Adolf who was in charge of the cash box.

It's just that Adolf didn't send the money immediately. Instead, he said with a stern face, "I don't think anyone will receive the money, so let's report to the patrol team."

No one spoke, no one responded.

Adolf continued on his own: "I don't know what everyone thinks in their hearts, but I hope everyone can think about themselves more and don't do stupid things! Otherwise, everyone has seen the role model just now, so I won't say more .Okay, let’s start getting the money.”

The door of the manga club opened, and the low-level painters who had received the money ran out impatiently, as if there were beasts chasing after them, eager to leave this terrifying place.

But after a while, the manga club was empty, and there were only a few gold coins left in the big box.

"How are you going to release these comic books?" Adolf pointed to the pile of comic books.

"This time it's not a sale, we're free!" Zhang Ang shrugged: "Anyway, so much money has been posted, so don't worry about so much at the last moment. Spread it throughout Vienna as quickly as possible! Let's work hard tonight."

(End of this chapter)