The End of Marvel's Seraph

Although Qian Xiao's restaurant is open today, the appearance of a beautifully decorated Chinese restaurant in the center of Manhattan has undoubtedly aroused the curiosity of many passers-by.

At the end of the day, customers entered the restaurant one after another.

Although the menu in Qianxiao's restaurant is simple, the amazing taste of the dishes has won diners' praise.

In the unknowing busyness, the time has come to evening.

After sending away the last table of customers in the restaurant, Qianxiao hung a "Break" sign at the door of the restaurant.

After tidying up the kitchen, Qian Xiao went to the bathroom on the second floor and took a long hot bath to eliminate all the fatigue from a day's work.

After taking a shower, Qian Xiao took out her cell phone and set an alarm, then got into bed and fell into a deep sleep.

"Ding dong ~ ding dong ~"

In the darkness, a clear and distant bell rang in the room. Qian Xiao reached out from the quilt, touched the mobile phone on the bedside table, and turned off the alarm clock.

"Is it already half past twelve?" Qian Xiao glanced at the time on the phone screen, "It's almost time, get up."

Getting out of the warm quilt, Qian Xiao first went to the bathroom and washed her face with cold water. After waking up, Qian Xiao opened the wardrobe in the bedroom and took out a set of black clothes hanging in it.

【Emperor Ghost Army Uniform】

Quality: c

Introduction: The standard uniform uniformly provided by the Imperial Ghost Army soldiers is made of strong materials and has certain protective capabilities.

Skill: Ghost's Breath (Passive) - Slightly enhances the power of ghost-cursed weapons.

The ability to carry items brought back from the dimensional world was discovered by Qianxiao accidentally. It can be regarded as an unexpected surprise!

Moreover, the design of the Imperial Ghost Army's uniforms is actually very in line with Qian Xiao's aesthetics, and the slim-fitting design can really set off a person's temperament. Standing in front of the floor-length mirror, Qian Xiao straightened her collar. But looking at himself in the mirror, he always missed something.

"Ajuramaru."

Qian Xiao shouted softly, and a long knife appeared out of thin air and hung on Qian Xiao's waist.

"This is perfect!"

Opening the window, the cold night wind blew on Qianxiao's face.

But Qianxiao just looked at the city at night, her eyes full of longing for the future.

"Today is the first day that my restaurant has opened, and tonight will be my first night in New York City!"

With that said, the proud Qian Xiao took out a ferocious black grimace mask from his personal space, fastened it on his face, then jumped out of the window and disappeared into the dark night.

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New York at night is a paradise for those who never sleep.

For those who are used to hiding in the shadows, night is their dawn.

On an unknown street, a pickup truck stopped in front of a remote alley.Four tall and strong men got out of the car. The waist pockets were all bulging, and they were carrying weapons at a glance.

A few people walked into the alley and walked to the depths.

Several people stopped in front of a large iron gate that should be the back door of the factory.

"It's pretty on time."

Beside the iron gate, an old man standing in the shadows said.

"Of course, Old Meyer. After all, the demand here has increased sharply recently, and I am anxious to get the goods!"

"I told you in advance."

The old gatekeeper named Old Meyer pointed the muzzle of the shotgun at a few people in a vague way, "Is it just you?"

The strong man spread his hands and said, "Haha, after all, I have bought goods from you so many times, I thought I was already a trustworthy old customer!"

"You're overthinking it. How can we trust others in our line of work?"

"That's true. Okay, open the door, we're going in to pick up the goods."

Hearing this, Old Meyer took out a key from his pocket and opened the heavy iron door.

"Let's go, those guys are in the warehouse and they should have packed the goods you want."

Old Meyer led several strong men into the door. After walking through a deep corridor, they came to a door with a [Warehouse] sign.

"They're in there."

Old Meyer reached out and opened the door.

"laugh--"

The moment the door was opened, a black sword light flew out from the door, flew past at high speed, hit the oncoming old Meyer, and directly cut him in half.

Old Meyer's upper body fell directly from his body.

Several people behind Old Meyer looked into the door in horror.

In the old warehouse, it was already a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. White powder was scattered randomly on the ground, and the surrounding walls were covered with splashes of scarlet liquid.

Among the piles of shattered limbs, a figure dressed in black stood quietly, very calm.

The dim light cast a large shadow in the warehouse. Although the shadow covered the face of the man in black, he could still see clearly that he was holding a long knife that was dripping blood.

"Oh? Is this the seller here?"

Accompanied by a deep magnetic voice, the man in black came out from the shadows.

Several subordinates were frightened by the ferocious ghost mask on the face of the man in black, while the leading strong man subconsciously reached out to touch it.

When the strong man's hand just touched the gun bag at his waist, Qian Xiao's figure flashed, a cold light flashed, and the strong man's entire arm was cut off.

Before anyone could react, Qian Xiao swung the knife with his backhand again, and the long knife in his hand slashed through the throat of the leading strong man.

"Boss!"

"Asshole, kill you!"

Several subordinates killed the boss, and angrily drew out their guns, surrounded Qian Xiao, raised their guns and shot.

"boring."

Qian Xiao twisted her waist and drew a huge circle with the long knife in her hand.

"Ajuramaru!"

The black storm shot out along the direction of the blade and swept through the small warehouse.

Several people who surrounded Qian Xiao had their bodies cut into pieces by the sword light, and their blood spattered on the surrounding walls.

Amid the strong smell of blood, Qianxiao put the Arjuramaru into the scabbard, left the warehouse, and blended into the night.

In this way, Qianxiao gets up early every morning for a morning run, runs a restaurant to entertain diners during the day, and practices swordsmanship in the training room at night, or puts on uniforms and masks and goes out to fight various criminals, constantly relying on fighting to improve her skills. Psionics and combat experience.

In such a regular rhythm of life, a month passed unknowingly.