Ghost Swordsman in Marvel World

Stephen's understanding of mutants can be considered a semi-expert.Mutants are rejected by others because they are different from ordinary people, and rejection is often accompanied by pain.Painful circumstances always create painful people.

Therefore, most mutants have a violent personality.And violence needs to be vented.Wine, women, and even rights, these things can basically meet the needs of mutants.However, there are always some weirdos who cannot guess with common sense.

"You want money? Ten thousand a month? Pay on the first of every month?"

Stephen was going crazy. Why did he feel like he was looking for a part-time job after this request was made? ? ?Can you have some pursuit of mutants, one of a hundred talents?Just mentioning such a thing?

"Isn't ten thousand and one month enough?" Zhang Fan asked.

"Uh!" Stephen almost choked to death, and his brain was about to burst with blood under the pressure. "I mean, well, you can raise your requirements a little higher."

"Then, twenty thousand a month?" Zhang Fan asked tentatively.

"puff"!

Stephen's mouthful of old blood almost failed to suppress it, and it took a lot of efforts to finally clear up the retrograde blood.

"I'll give you thirty thousand a month! I'll let you know if anything happens!"

After saying that, he turned around and wanted to leave. He didn't want to stay here any longer.Please, we are all adults. It’s not right to speak. Please ask for improvement, okay?Nice cars, beautiful women, rights, you name it casually, what the hell is a monthly salary?Do you really think it’s a part-time job?

As a result, before taking two steps, Stephen stepped back again, almost so angry that he forgot about the real thing, "I'll draw two tubes of blood before I leave. It's your obligation."

"Good boss!"

Zhang Fan nodded obediently, and then said that he could draw blood immediately.Anyway, S.H.I.E.L.D. also smoked two tubes, so it doesn’t matter if I give two more tubes to others.

After following someone to draw blood and receiving the money, Zhang Fan planned to return home.I originally came out to do something to test my guess, but ended up getting another thirty thousand dollars.Is this considered selling blood to make money?

But the harvest is not bad, a gangster who is sheltering mutants?Oh, you can even send someone to become president!With such a tone, either the boss of this gang is a lunatic, or it has a strong enough backing.And the other party is obviously not the first type, so he has a strong backing.

Who is the one?All kinds of speculations flashed through my mind one by one, and finally turned into headless thoughts.

"The Dead End Gang, let's let it go first. I haven't done anything serious tonight, so I'd better test my guess first. It's almost dawn."

Sighing, Zhang Fan ran to the top of the building in a ghostly step, and the wave power induction was activated to the limit.Soon, a perfect target appeared in Fluctuation's perception.

Activating the Ghost Step, with a few flashes, Zhang Fan came to the target.

"Sao Nian, I have a blessing for you!"

After saying that, in the astonished eyes of the other party, he struck the back of his head with a knife.

"Wow!"

Melvin's tears overflowed instantly. The pain, which was several times more painful than his stepfather's beating, made his hand suddenly shake. He could no longer hold the blood-stained knife and fell to the ground with a rumble.

"Save me, save me!"

Although the middle-aged man lying in a pool of blood didn't know why another person suddenly appeared in the room, and this person was very strange.But life was passing by quickly, and his survival instinct still made him cry out for help.

Hearing this cry for help, Melvin's painful eyes flashed with panic.

Then it gradually returned to calm.

Because he knew that the other party was injured and would definitely die!

When the aorta is split by a knife, blood will gush out like spring water. The platelets have no time to coagulate and prevent the blood from flowing out.Therefore, the owner of the body is powerless and can only watch his demonic blood gradually draining away, and then loses hope little by little while struggling, and finally dies in pain and despair.

"Why didn't you knock him unconscious? Isn't that how people are knocked unconscious on TV?" Zhang Fan raised his hand and looked at it. He felt that he had used the wrong strength, so he raised his hand and prepared to hit him again.

"Stop!" Seeing something was wrong, Melvin quickly shouted stop.

"Hey, aren't you struggling? Leave me alone. You continue to struggle. I'll try again to see if I can knock you out."

Zhang Fan prepared to fight.Melvin quickly got out of the way and said a little frantically, "You believe it on TV too!"

"It's okay, I'll try."

As soon as he finished speaking, Melvin only saw a dark shadow flash past, and then his eyes went black and he fainted completely.

When he woke up again, he found that he was lying on the floor, and the wooden magic floor was painful.

"Hey, you're awake? Do you want to eat something?"

Zhang Fan raised the soy milk fried dough sticks in his hand.This thing has become popular here, and it seems that our great Chinese cuisine has taken another big step towards conquering the world.

"Where is this? Who are you? Where is my father?" Melvin started talking like a barrage of words.

"You have a lot of questions, let's take it slow first." Zhang Fan swallowed the fried dough sticks and the soy milk, and then said slowly after taking a rest,

"First question, this is the Extraordinary Swordsmanship Hall, a swordsmanship hall dedicated to teaching the best swordsmen in the world. From princes to common people, no one is not suitable to practice our swordsmanship. As long as 998, Extraordinary Swordsmanship bring home."

"Second question, I am the owner of the museum here. You can call me Zhang Fan. I am from China."

"As for the third question, are you happy that your father is dead?"

After getting the definite answer, Melvin felt relieved. It was really unreasonable for such a scumbag not to die.So he got up and walked to Zhang Fan, took the fried dough sticks and soy milk and started eating it.

"Oh, did I let you eat it?"

"Didn't you give in?"

"If I tell you to eat, you will eat. If I tell you to die, why don't you die?"

"sure!"

Zhang Fan, who had no words to express, had no temper. "Forget it, I still want to keep you for experiments. Let me save your life first." Zhang Fan touched his nose angrily.

"How did he die in the end?" Melvin suddenly asked.

"You've been crushed by me, so be happy." Zhang Fan replied angrily.

"Not bad." Melvin nodded, not sure whether he was talking about the food or Zhang Fan's handling of it.

"Can you know what's in people's minds?" After a while, Melvin asked again.

"No, I can only feel the fluctuations of emotions." Zhang Fan began to practice thrusting.

"That's a pity!"

"What a pity. I know that a person can know other people's thoughts, and then do you know what happened to him? He was lame!" Zhang Fan said casually.

(Sorry, I haven’t updated until now.)