American comic world demon hunter

After throwing the Chinese woman who called herself Cyclone from the spacecraft, the speed of the spacecraft immediately increased significantly. It was not that the woman was heavy enough to slow down the spacecraft, but when Yondu discovered that Dante had no ill intentions towards the woman, he I have already guessed the current situation.

"Are there many people like her on earth who can use special abilities at will?"

Yondu asked. He spoke while drinking. I really admired him for being able to do both without delay.

Dante heard this and nodded, but suddenly shook his head.

"That woman should be a mutant. There are many on the earth, but I remember that most mutants will not reveal their abilities."

"So we met an alternative"

Yondu chuckled.

"Fortunately, this alternative is not very strong, so my precious spaceship is fine. Otherwise, I will tear her bones apart, even if you stop me."

"If that were the case, who would stop you?"

Dante curled his lips, if that woman didn't have such big nerves and thick lines just now, Dante would not let her go so easily.

The journey from Asia to the United States was spent in the chat between the two. It didn't take long before Dante quickly parked Yondu's spaceship in the sea, which is the closest coastline to New York City. When Dante carried Yondu out of the sea, Yondu was trembling with excitement.

"What?" Dante asked lightly: "It's not your first time coming to Earth, why are you excited?"

"That's different. This time, logging in and then leaving can solve my biggest problem. Damn it, I'm afraid I will be like this for the next few days."

"I have already promised you, so don't be in a hurry."

Dante said, picking up Yondu's collar, and saw him taking steps, running in the void. He had already turned into a red light, and his speed was even a little faster than Yondu's spaceship. Son, when Dante passed by the third batch of fighter jets, he easily carried Yondu and landed in front of a pizza shop.

This is not a busy city, it should be said to be a suburb in the suburbs of New York. There are a few scattered shops and dilapidated residential buildings nearby, all showing us the depression behind the prosperity.

However, there are few reporters in such a place, and most of the people living here are drug addicts. Those people have nothing wrong with them. They will not make a fuss about Yondu's blue skin. After all, some of them are even covered with blood. Are there any alternative people with black skin tattoos?

Dante stood at the street corner and patted Yondu on the back, and he whispered a warning.

"I know you don't know English, so talk less"

"No, Dante, I know English, Quill taught me"

Yondu said this sentence in English. Although it was a little difficult for him to say it, his enunciation was very clear, which made Dante nod.

"Well"

After Dante finished speaking, he walked into the pizza shop. This shop didn't just sell pizza. After Dante ordered dozens of pizzas and various fast food, he invited Yondu to sit down and taste it.

However, the first thing Dante did when he sat down was to call Sabretooth Tiger, because he didn't have a penny on him, let alone a credit card or anything like that. As for the meal he just ordered, hehe, it was all after Dante brushed his face. results.

Because the moment the boss saw Dante, he was already trembling and bowing to Dante. Dante didn't know this boss at first, but now he guessed that the boss must have done something bad. If he doesn't do anything bad, he is not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. ah

Moreover, I am afraid that the boss is not the only one who has done something wrong. The few customers in the restaurant are now looking at Dante in shock. One of them, a slovenly man with black teeth and long hair like ghosts, couldn't help but stretched out his hand. The skull-like hand points to Dante

"Evil evil evil"

"Fuck you, demon hunter"

Dante cursed, "You bastard, can't you have some self-cultivation like a bastard? If you are so nervous, I really can't help but want to torture you, you know?"

"Shut your mouths. I know that people like you are often involved in sneaky things, but I don't care about that."

"Really, oh my God, you are a good superhero"

"Damn it, I feel so awkward when you say that."

Dante stretched out his little finger and plucked his ears. It felt very interesting to be praised by a bad guy as a good guy, haha

After hearing Dante's words, the mood of those people improved a lot. Except for one person who was huddled in the corner, the remaining two bastards simply took the food to the table next to Dante. After their nervousness relaxed, they It is inevitable to see Yondu with blue skin and a face full of weapons.

"Hey bro, where did you get the paint for your face? It looks so natural."

A man with messy blond hair asked Yondu. The blue on Yondu's face instantly deepened. He looked at the guy with wide blood-red eyes and saw him slowly opening his mouth.

"From your mother's pussy, son of a bitch"

"Fake"

"boom"

When the guy heard Yondu's words, he instinctively cursed, but Yondu instantly slapped the table with his palm. Wow, Yondu easily smashed a corner of the table.

The weak blond drug-addicted man did not dare to speak at this time. He huddled in his seat.

Yondu looked at the shrinking guy with disdain, then turned to speak to Dante in his skilled language.

"I'm afraid these two sons of bitches are planning to beg like you. I have been a slave and a homeless person. Although the planet I am on is different from the Earth, the homeless people there are all similar."

"Who knows"

Dante muttered motionlessly. He glanced at the blond man. He had indeed a skinny face. The dirty hair was so greasy that it reflected light. The upper body wrapped in rags still had his shoulders exposed, and the shoulders were exposed. I got a big cross tattooed on me.

Noticing that Dante was looking at him, he curled up even more. In fact, he didn't even dare to put the French fries in his hand into his mouth. The companion sitting opposite him was no different from him. The two of them I don't know why I got close to Dante, but I don't know why I was scared.

It wasn't until the boss delivered a large pile of food that Dante figured out what was going on.

"Mr. Demon Hunter, would you mind having a drink? Although I don't have much capital, the good wine I have here is from thirty years ago."

The boss placed the last pizza on the two tables to Dante's right. There were so many pizzas that they almost covered the tables next to Dante. When Dante picked up a piece of pizza, the boss stood beside Dante. He leaned down and asked.

Before Dante could answer, Yondu immediately smiled and clapped his hands.

"good idea"

Yondu uttered something in English, which made the boss smile. He kept rubbing his palms on his chest and trembled with excitement.

"This is such an honor. It's really such an honor. I actually have the opportunity to drink with superheroes. Haha, wait for me, wait for me."

The boss rushed into the basement like a storm. There was a small wine cellar there. After a while, he came out with three bottles of very old red wine. He gently removed the corks of the red wines and then handled them skillfully for Dante. After drinking the wine, when the red wine swirled gently in the glass in front of Dante, the fragrance almost filled Dante's nostrils.

"This is the wine that my father personally brewed back then. Damn it, he worked at a Porto winery back then. It's a pity that he later participated in the Korean War, otherwise I wouldn't have only three bottles of this treasure left."

After the boss poured the wine for Yondu, he couldn't wait to pick up his own glass and take a sip. No matter how many times he drank it, the wine tasted as good as ever.

At this time, there was a clear gurgling sound in the restaurant. Dante and the other two looked towards the source of the sound. Ha, it was the two homeless men next to them who swallowed their saliva together.

The boss frowned and glanced at the two homeless people. His lips moved slightly, but in the end he didn't say anything. Instead, he handed his cup to the two homeless people.

"You two guys, have a drink, damn, drink slowly, you won't have another chance like this in the future."

The boss yelled at the two homeless people, and then he sighed. After hearing the boss's words, the two homeless people, each in their forties or fifties, shed tears together.

The blond tramp carefully took the wine glass from the boss's hand. Just as he was about to taste a little, he was startled by Yondu who suddenly spoke.

"You are not worthy"

Yondu growled coldly. He held his own cup and slowly tasted the boss's good wine. He kind of liked the taste, so he was disgusted with sharing it with two bastards who were worse off than dead.

Yondu does not look down on their status as homeless people. As Yondu himself said, he has also been a slave, so what he really hates is the lifeless eyes of homeless people. If there is no hope, then he should die.

Dante didn't care about this matter. He just watched silently as the tramp held the glass and did not dare to taste it. The tramp kept swallowing, but his hand holding the glass was very steady.

The air fell silent for an instant, and the only sound in the restaurant could be heard was the homeless man swallowing his saliva, until the boss sighed deeply and spoke slightly nervously.

"They are the rare decent people around here, but their lives are miserable."

"woooooo"

As soon as the boss finished speaking, the blond tramp burst out crying, which made Yondu take a sip of disgust. Yondu simply lowered his head to deal with the pizza instead of looking at the two guys.

Dante nodded.

"It can be seen that they are extremely poor and their life is indeed not very good."

"Ha, it's not like that. The two of them have lived here for seventeen years. I met them on the first day they came to New York. Maybe you can tell that they are lovers and gay."

The boss said, his voice was a little low, and Dante listened to his words and looked at the two people deeply.

People like the boss who opened a shop in the slums were probably carrying something on their backs. There were always murders in the slums. The boss must not remember ordinary little things clearly, but he remembered these two people and seemed to be very impressed.

"Their hometown seems to be in Houston. It is said that they provoked some people there and fled to New York to seek refuge. However, they also had some luck. They joined Hell's Kitchen not long after they came here. Haha, the Kingpin didn't exist at that time. As for the unification of New York, they caught up with the good times. After a few fights with the boss above them, they bought a car and adopted a child."

"Adopt a child"

"Yes, they adopted a four-year-old boy in the second year they came here. At that time, they asked me to handle the procedures for them. We only have a few shabby orphanages here, and the adoption procedures are not perfect. They still have their own houses in this neighborhood. Although they are not comparable to those in the city, they are still considered respectable people here."

"Oh, then they got addicted to drugs and threw everything away?"

"Hey"

After hearing Dante's words, the boss sighed. He simply patted the blond man on the shoulder and said something to the two of them.

"Drink, old guy, this wine is mine, and I say you deserve it."

After the boss finished speaking, the blond tramp quickly took a sip. Of course, he didn't finish the whole glass in this sip, and he handed the rest to his lover.

"Later they withdrew from Kingpin's gang. Of course, that was because the two of them were not very important. They could only be said to be two guys who could fight a little. When they quit, they had already come to New York. It’s the fourth year, and the child they adopted is already seven years old. He’s a very cute boy, not as foul-mouthed as other children, and he even likes to wash his face.”

While the boss was talking, he noticed that the two homeless men had finished the wine he gave them, so he reached out and took back their wine glasses. He only took three glasses in total, so he could only use this cup to continue serving the wine. Pour your own wine.

He refilled himself a glass, and did not mind that the glass had been used by those two people. When he finished drinking, he continued.

"When the boy was nine years old, the two of them started to be unlucky. A lot of things happened to their family at that time. Everything in the house was smashed to pieces. Even the bed and cabinets were smashed into pieces. This kind of This has happened before. After all, they are gay, and there are always a few drunk idiots who like to smash the windows of their houses. I heard that there was an old gang leader who once forced the two of them to do it to each other in front of a bunch of people. Licking dick.”

"So, those people smashed their home and killed their adopted children."

Dante asked, if so, he wouldn't mind giving an order to Sabre-tooth Tiger who was about to come here. Although Sabre-tooth Tiger and the others have not yet received exorcism training, it is more than enough for them to deal with a few mortals, even if it is a gang, it doesn't matter. .

But the boss shook his head together with the two homeless people.

"Their house was smashed by the child. The child was possessed by the devil. Dante, the nine-year-old child tore up seven or eight adults with his fingers, and the bodies of those adults were left in their home. They were saddled with the murder case. Everyone said they were corpse-mutilators, and no one doubted the child."

"demon"

"It should be so. After I watched the two of them being arrested, the child became an orphan again. He was put on a car to the orphanage by a group of people, but as soon as the car started, the children inside went crazy. Countless Blood splattered all over the car window, and in the end only the child covered in plasma walked out of the car. That was a terrible thing, and I will never forget it."

Dante was silent.

"The two of them were later released because the truth was revealed that it was a child who did it, and the greedy police found more than fifteen thousand dollars from their home. Damn it, no one knew that the two of them could do it. After saving so much money, the policeman ordered the two of them to hand over eight hundred yuan to him every month, no matter how they used it."

"I don't want to know this, where is the child?"

Dante interrupted the boss, who gave the two homeless men a serious look.

"That child is gone"

The boss said.

"The two of them have been looking for the child. They heard that the child was taken away by the army and may have become some experimental subject. Some people also said that the child is not possessed by the devil, but a special mutant. Since then, the two of them have It has been eleven years since I failed to recover."

"I know, it's been eleven years, but I can find him. He is my son, our son."

The blond tramp roared fiercely, which even made Yondu raise his head with his mouth open. Yondu looked at the tramp, but the tramp had already lost the courage he had just now. He shrank and held the hand tremblingly. Lover's hands, two crying old men holding hands tightly together.

Surprisingly, Dante didn't find that ugly.