i'm in marvel fifty fifty

A young man dressed as a hip-hop singer carrying a guitar did not attract anyone's attention on the street.

He turned into a music club on the roadside and said to the front desk: "I need a quiet practice room. I hope no one can disturb me when I practice."

"How long do you need it for?"

"The higher the floor, the better all day long. I like to see the view from above."

"This is your room, do you need guidance from a music teacher?"

"I wish I was alone."

"Ok."

Soon the young man came to the room. After touching the instruments in the room, the young man sat in front of the piano and started playing.

After that, his watch showed the word "ready", he left the piano, closed the curtains in the room, and opened his guitar case, which contained two ammunition with a diameter of nearly one centimeter and a barrel of more than one meter. , two palm-long sights, bolt, gas hoop, receiver, stock and other things.

He was still playing the piano under surveillance.

He picked up a bullet and saw his face on it.

The face he is using now.

Young and handsome, with short and medium blond hair scattered on his head like broken stars, deep eyes and a high bridge of nose.

"So young..."

"The kill will be carried out in five hours. After the kill, you have 5 minutes to evacuate. The picture in the surveillance has been replaced with a picture made in advance.

Good luck, agent. "

"Wish me luck."

The governor of New York State is in his 40s this year. He is a staunch racist. In New York, where all kinds of things happen frequently, he attributes all things to the dark-colored people from Africa.

This gained the support of voters. As New York is the economic center of the United States, light-colored groups have more say, and their number far exceeds that of dark-colored groups.

After taking office, he also took many measures to crack down on the underground forces formed by many dark-colored ethnic groups.

But the consequences were also very serious. He often faced some dangerous situations. The most dangerous one was when a bullet hit his leg, only a few centimeters away from his vital organs.

"I'm always a little uneasy, Wen."

It is very rare for an Oriental face to appear in New York's municipal government. Although the United States has always claimed to treat everyone equally, after seeing all the blue eyes and high nose bridges in Congress, you can know that this is just a slogan.

Wen Zhipeng smiled gently and said, "You don't have to worry, I'm here."

Mr. Governor looked at his watch and said, "Let's go. It's time for us to get off work. What's for lunch today?"

"How about the burger? I haven't had a burger in a long time."

"This is a good idea. Tony Stark's favorite thing is burgers. No matter how health people promote its bad qualities, they can't stop people from loving it."

The governor put on his coat and left the office surrounded by Wen Zhipeng and a group of bodyguards in black.

砰

Wen Zhipeng's eyes turned blue instantly, and a bullet with spiral air waves hovered in front of the governor.

Then the blue color in Wen Zhipeng's eyes disappeared, and the bullet fell feebly into his palm.

"Go catch the killer"

The bodyguards in black took action and ran in the direction of Wen Zhipeng's finger.

The governor smiled and patted Wen Zhipeng on the shoulder, "Wen, I feel relieved to have you here.

Let them chase criminals. The New York police can't be counted on. Their work efficiency has become increasingly low recently. I also saw news this morning that someone was having a shootout on the street. It seems that I can't help but hurt the people. An apology. "

The governor also looked away. Everything in New York was now beyond his control. Once he had stayed here for enough time, cracked down on a few gangs, and had enough qualifications, he would leave here quickly.

New York is as chaotic as you like.

Wen Zhipeng smiled and opened the car door for the governor, who had just gotten in.

Wen Zhipeng's heart suddenly jumped and his pupils shrank suddenly. He reached out and grabbed the governor's hand and pulled it outward.

But it is already late.

boom

The car exploded in front of Wen Zhipeng.

All the vehicle fragments flying towards Wen Zhipeng were floating in the air, but Mr. Governor only had half of his hand left.

Wen Zhipeng's hand in the air paused, and the expression on his face changed again.

Finally unable to maintain his gentle look, he gritted his teeth and threw down the remaining half of his palm.

All his investments were in vain

It took him several years to gain a foothold in this society, and he barely managed to get a ticket to the upper class, but now everything suddenly disappeared.

"who is it"

The floating pieces scattered in all directions, injuring people and city officials who fled in all directions.

But Wen Zhipeng didn't care about this. He grabbed a motorcycle and ran towards the direction where the bullet had just been shot.

At this time, a car rushed from the street and knocked Wen Zhipeng away. Two agents wearing black clothes and sunglasses got out of the car.

Ignore the sight of other people on the street and the various equipment of photographers in surrounding buildings.

They pointed guns at Wen Zhipeng and started shooting.

"Snipers are evacuating."

"The sniper has safely evacuated."

After sweeping away the bullets in their hands, the two got on two motorcycles coming in the opposite direction and quickly left here.

Wen Zhipeng walked out from behind a vehicle that was beaten beyond recognition with a ferocious look on his face.

"Duke..."

In New York, anyone who is slightly involved in underground forces can get this name.

This is a name that cannot be messed with.

The uncrowned king of New York, chairman of Duke Industries, and former superhero Iron Fist.

In Wen Zhipeng's opinion, the only one who could arrange such a thing on the streets of New York was Duke, whether it was planting a bomb in the governor's vehicle or pinpointing his abilities and stopping him when he acted.

He angrily dropped a few bullets in his hand.

Jingle bell jingle bell.

His cell phone rang. It was his mother.

"Hey, Mom."

"My name is Miles, Mr. Wen Zhipeng. I am informing you now that please go to the Human Resources Department [-] on the sixth floor of the Duke Industrial Headquarters Building for an interview before January [-]th."

Although his name was Miles, this man spoke fluent Chinese. He used Wen Zhipeng's mother's phone number to notify Wen Zhipeng to go to Duke Industries for an interview.

"Duke" Wen Zhipeng said bitterly.

"Please don't hang up. Your mother and family will be taken care of by us before you attend the interview. Don't worry, your mother may have cardiovascular disease. This disease can only be cured by a few people in the United States. At present, you can only Expensive medicines can be used to prolong her life.

We have enough medicine here to maintain your mother's condition until January [-]th.

But as soon as you pass the interview, your mother will be treated immediately.

Good luck. "

After hanging up the phone, many people gathered around, taking pictures of Wen Zhipeng with their mobile phones.

Wen Zhipeng picked up his motorcycle and squeezed through the crowd and drove away.

Duke looked at the messy news live broadcast, blew out a smoke ring, and sighed: "It's time for the superhero to appear."

After about 5 minutes.

He took off his coat, put on a decent suit, tie and watch, put on his shotgun, got on his motorcycle and rushed to the streets.