Marvel's Cultivator

At night, a short silver fork is shining coldly under the moonlight. The short handle is wrapped with red cloth strips, and the other crimson hand is holding the short handle. Daredevil is leaning on the chair, facing the moonlight from the skylight , carefully looked at the seized weapon.

"Where did those ninjas come from?" He asked suspiciously.

"And that strange old woman, her strength is really great! ~Hiss!"

Luke Cage stepped forward, picked up a kunai on the table, looked at it, then sat down and said slowly, covering his wound.

Even with such an invulnerable and tyrannical body, he was seriously injured in the face of that unreasonable blow.At that time, he only felt as if he was hit head-on by a high-speed train, and then lost consciousness.

"Maybe it's Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or something, I said, this quiz is not difficult at all!"

Deadpool picked up a blue cloth to cover his eyes, and imitated the image in the animation with a nunchaku in his hand: "Kavabanga!"

"Actually, I have a clue." The Punisher walked in with a notebook under his arm. He was originally a standard American brawny man, but now he was covered with bandages, which made his figure even more bloated. It is a miracle that I can still walk after such a serious injury.

I saw him put a laptop on the table and turn it on, his left hand kept flying on the keyboard, and everyone surrounded him one after another.

"According to the clues known so far, what we encountered this time was an organization called the Hand."

"Are you sure? I know a little about the gangs in Hell's Kitchen. I've never heard of the Hand." Daredevil couldn't see the information on the computer, but he was sure that he had never encountered this organization. After all these years, He basically fought all the forces that should be fought.

The punisher continued to explain: "After death, it will turn into fly ash, and there is only this organization. According to the current information, this is a neon organization, and it seems to be very powerful, but the strange thing is that there are very few gangsters. Their information seems to have a layer of fog."

Snapped!Deadpool clapped his hands happily, and said triumphantly, "I'll just say it's Neon, and the Deadpool player scored!"

However, everyone was used to the noisy bait around him, and no one responded to his words. Luke Cage stared at the densely packed documents and materials on the screen, raised his eyebrows in surprise and sighed: "You have so many materials! "

"All actions require careful planning. I don't have superpowers, I'm just an ordinary person." The punisher said sternly.

Frank Castor, a retired U.S. Marine Corps captain, doesn't consider himself a so-called hero, he just wants revenge, in his own way.

As a member of what people call "superheroes", he is as unpopular in the group of "superheroes" as he is in the underworld.

But tonight, everyone has changed their views on this notorious "hero". Of course, except for Deadpool, after all, these two are quite familiar with each other.

"What's your plan next?" Daredevil was silent for a long time before he asked. Now, he recognized his teammate.

The Punisher stared at the screen, suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly, and closed the notebook.

"Let's recuperate first, wait and see what happens, I believe they will take action."

At the entrance gate of Jinbin Building

Jin, who had just finished working all day, was about to take his extended Lincoln car back to the villa. He was just about to open the door when he saw a messy man walking towards him.

Just as the bodyguard beside him was about to drive the homeless man away, Jin Bin raised his hand to stop him.

I saw the man approached, took out a cardboard box from his sleeve, stared at Jin and asked, "Sir, do you need a box of red ballpoint pens? It's only five dollars."

As he spoke, he stretched out the five fingers of his right hand to indicate.

Jin Bing looked at the other party seriously, and then suddenly realized: "Red ballpoint pen! Oh, of course, I need it!"

He smiled and took out a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet and handed it to the other party, then took the paper box and said, "Good luck, you won't have to look for the money."

After speaking, he got into the car and left neatly.

After the car drove not far away, Jin He opened the carton. There were more than ten red ballpoint pens in it. He took them apart one by one very patiently, and then took out a piece of paper from one of the ballpoint pens. A white paper full of words.

He immediately unfolded the white paper, his eyes kept scanning, his expression gradually became serious.

After reading it, Jin He took out a beautifully patterned golden lighter from his sleeve, lit the white paper, and threw it into the ashtray beside him. The white paper was swallowed by the flames and curled into a ball of fine ashes.

He took down the cigar he was smoking, pressed it hard on the ashes, and put out the fire by the way, then took out a phone from the drawer and dialed an okay.

"Hey?"

"It's me, your old client, and I want to hire you."

"Don't worry, the price is not an issue."

"Well, that's it."

It seemed that everything was settled, Jin Bing breathed a sigh of relief, and put down the phone in his hand.

"Boss, what happened again?" The co-pilot in front suddenly asked sideways.

"Several saboteurs, don't worry, Lester, I will arrange the duel between you and Daredevil." Jin was confident, poured a glass of whiskey and took a sip.

"The latest business, let's change the place and put some more bait out."

Throwing a black pen in his hand, Lester seemed very happy, and said, "Then I'll be ready, and I'll wait for that day."

In a dim and simple hall, the cold moonlight shines through the panes. The hall is surrounded by Greek-style stone pillars. There are several pots of flames standing beside the stone pillars, and the dim light barely illuminates the surroundings.

Dong dong dong, there was a rhythmic knocking sound in the silent hall, and an old woman's face appeared under the firelight, it was Mrs. Gao.

But it was completely different from when she was in the factory. Now her face is pale, her pupils are swollen, and her lips have lost the color of blood. She has completely lost her previous calm look.

"What's the matter? I haven't seen you for a few days, so I made it like this?" A voice sounded in the darkness, with a hint of joking in it.

Hearing the voice of the other party, Mrs. Gao raised her spirits and looked forward. Although her breath was weak, she was still annoyed, and said seriously: "Suowanda, I came to warn that New York is dangerous, a dangerous person, no, maybe It's something else."

"You have lost your mind, Mrs. Gao, what made you so embarrassed?" the voice in the dark asked a little more seriously.

Mrs. Gao was silent, recalling, she was confused, but said with certainty:

"I don't know, I just took a look, but I didn't see clearly, it's like... the abyss!"