Marvel Nephalem

The streets of Hell's Kitchen are full of dark alleys, especially on Wucha Road, where many Irish teenagers squat in the corners, smoking cigarettes.

Under the shade of the house, these tattooed guys stared fiercely at the black SUV parked on the roadside.

There was even a young man leaning against the wall who opened the corner of his clothes and showed the pistol pinned to his waist under his thin coat.

It wasn't until a tall black man with a thick head, wearing expensive suits and sunglasses stepped out of the car that he squatted back angrily.

He couldn't afford to offend that person.

With two tall and strong black bodyguards, Dennis Luther walked up to the young man who showed off his gun, and asked condescendingly without looking at him: "Where is Finn?"

The young man stood up, ignored the pull of his companions, looked directly at Dennis and gestured towards the alley with his thumb, which was full of provocation.

"Ah."

Dennis laughed angrily. He suddenly pulled out the pistol from the young man's waist, grabbed the young man's neck with one hand, and thrust the muzzle of the gun directly into the young man's throat.

The young man's companions stood up one after another, but no one dared to stop him.

A security guard behind reminded: "Boss, pay attention to the impact."

"Remember, don't let me see you with a gun."

Dennis, who listened to the dissuasion, let go and in the blink of an eye he dismantled the pistol into parts and kicked it into the drain beside the alley, leaving the young man lying on the ground retching and leading the bodyguard into the alley.

With tears in his eyes, the young man looked at the scattered parts at the drain outlet and said unbearably humiliated, "Does he think he is a water viper?"

The man who lifted him up replied: "No, he is Dennis Luther, and the water viper will bow to him."

Graffiti, profanity, vulgar language.

Dennis walked quickly through this dirty alley, pushed open the colorful iron door covered with graffiti, and walked straight in.

The two bodyguards immediately closed the door, put on their headphones and stood at the door.

Unlike the filth outside the door, the inside seems like another world.

Oil paintings by famous artists hang on the luxurious marble walls. A bald, middle-aged Irishman wearing a white shirt is smoking a cigar with his legs in front of his desk. He looks like a big boss. He is obviously Fei. kindness.

The collar of his shirt was open, revealing the deformed tattoos on his fat body.

"I want an explanation for the missed opportunity last night."

As if he had entered his own home, Dennis walked to the table without anyone noticing, took out a tissue and wiped the hand that pushed the door open, put one foot on the table and glared at Finn.

Finn lowered his eyebrows and looked at Dennis' leather shoes on the table. His lips moved slightly: "Dennis, we have known each other since we were children. You know what I hate most."

Dennis straightened his back and said in a slightly gentle tone: "That will only happen after you give me a reasonable explanation."

Finn pondered for a while, until Dennis became a little impatient and said: "The killer I sent was caught."

"Caught" Dennis obviously couldn't accept this answer: "This is what you call a professional killer."

"It depends on who caught it."

Finn took a deep breath and sighed, "S.H.I.E.L.D."

"S.H.I.E.L.D."

Dennis saw Finn nodding in confirmation, his eyes wandering, he stared at Finn and asked: "How much do they know about me?"

"They don't even know who I am. You know this very well. I'm very confident even in SHIELD. When you were a poor trooper in Texas, you always liked to duel with people. The FBI never found us or those dead people. contact."

"Although more often than not, I kill people and take wealth, and you destroy the corpses and wipe out traces..."

Finn put out his cigar in the glass ashtray, looked at the table and suddenly asked inexplicably: "But at that time you had no choice but to fight for status and life, but now you have reached a high place, why should you take this risk?" "

"Traveling around the world with someone for a commitment is more than I have ever had."

Dennis moved his feet from the table and sighed: "You are the only one who knows about this."

"Of course." Finn looked under the table, where a short-barreled shotgun was taped under the table. He quickly pulled out the shotgun, glared at the dark muzzle of the gun that Dennis pointed at him and shouted, "After all, we are brothers. ..."

"boom"

Dennis looked at Finn, who was lying on the boss's chair after being shot in the middle of his eyebrow: "From the moment you pulled out the gun, it wasn't."

The boss's chair was still shaking gently, but Dennis silently took out a bottle of lighter kerosene from the table, poured half a bottle on Finn's body, then set the alarm on the mobile phone on the table, turned it off, and removed the back cover of the mobile phone. Pull back the wire sheath, wrap it with thin iron wire, introduce it into a kerosene bottle, and put it into Finn's arms.

Close the windows and turn on the range hood in the cubicle kitchen.

Dennis observed a minute of silence before turning and leaving.

The Irish young man outside the alley watched Dennis get into the car and get into the cab. He turned on his mobile phone and was fascinated by the blonde girl with a beautiful smile on the screen saver.

Until the text message pop-up blocked the blonde's eyes.

j: Honey, when are we going to Paris?

Dennis Luther took a deep breath, put his cell phone into his pocket, and the bodyguard driving the car said, "Go to Anne's house. I want to pay a visit to Mr. Kent."

......

"What should I do? First twist off his hands, break his legs, and finally let him die crying. No, no, no. This is too easy for him. A villain like him should make his life worse than death. e, host, are you listening again?"

Clark Kent was sitting on the sofa. The floor was as clean as new, and the watermarks had not yet dried. The mop was leaning against his side.

He ignored the chattering system and just waited silently.

In front of him, Colt 911a1, wearing a napkin, was lying quietly on the table.

As there were footsteps at the door and the key to open the door, the system shouted in his mind: "He's coming, he's coming. I can imagine twenty ways he might die. The fear in his eyes will It’s an unforgettable enjoyment for me. This long-lost happiness is finally close to me again.”

The door opened slowly, and Dennis's voice sounded behind him: "Mr. Kent, I'm so happy for my sister to see you back here again."

"Ah."

Clark, who responded, just sat on the sofa with his back to the door. This made it impossible for Dennis to see what was on the table. He could only see the flickering light and shadow on the TV, playing Tony Stark participating in n interview.

"Maybe you are not familiar with me. I wonder if Liv has mentioned me. I am Dennis Luther. I have been helping my sister for 20 years since you left. I have tried my best to make this family better than it seems. whole."

Dennis Luther was a little embarrassed by Clark's cold reaction. As he walked and introduced himself, he didn't see the pistol wrapped in a napkin on the table until he reached the side of the sofa.

Looking at Clark Kent, who was sitting upright on the sofa, looking at him like an awakening lion, Dennis Luther, who saw murderous intent in his eyes, immediately realized that his intentions had been exposed.

When he subconsciously pulled out the pistol from his waist and before he could take aim, the black muzzle of the silenced gun, which had peeled off paint and reflected cold light, had sprayed out tongues of fire at him. A huge impact took him off the ground, and he fell heavily again. Fall to the ground.