Bloodlines of the Marvel Universe

Ding~

Stepping out of the elevator filled with corpses, Kahn hadn't even taken two steps when a familiar face came into view.

"Hey~ isn't this our Mr. John?"

Looking at the struggling daughter-controlled agent with a bruised nose and swollen face, who was hung by a pair of handcuffs on a steel pipe, Kahn was quite gloating: "Are you hanging here to prepare for fitness?"

Hearing this strange yet impressive voice, John couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief: "V...can you put me down first?"

"Hold on."

He leaned down and stabbed the two bodyguards who were unconscious on the ground each, and then searched for a key from the other's pocket.

Kahn opened the handcuffs for the other party and asked, "Have you seen my little maid?"

"She and Kem were bought together by a man."

"What about them?"

"I don't know. After I threatened that guy to buy my daughter and your people, I was attacked by the bodyguards of the auction house."

Turn on the super hearing and investigate carefully, Kahn discovered.

Except for himself and John, there was no other heartbeat in the underground.

Kahn frowned and said quickly: "Take me to the room where that guy stayed."

As a former agent, John immediately understood the meaning of this sentence and quickly ran towards the previous room with a sullen face.

Although I don’t know what methods this mysterious and unusual guy has, I can only place my hope on him for now.

"right here."

Walking into this dim, elegant and luxurious private room, Kahn closed his eyes, fully opened his sense of smell, and carefully distinguished the various smells remaining in the air.

The aroma of red wine, the pungent nicotine, the rose scent of air freshener...

Kahn quickly peeled off and categorized various smells, and finally locked on the special smells emitted by those types of human body fat, and firmly imprinted them in his mind.

"Turn left when you go out, walk straight for 20 meters, then turn right..."

Leaving behind a word of guidance, Kahn's figure instantly transformed into a black shadow and rushed out of the door.

Turning left and right, chasing the lingering smell of body fat in the air, Kahn passed a distance of nearly a hundred meters in a few seconds, and finally stopped at a gray-white wall.

The lingering scent of the target people ended abruptly here.

"Secret passages?"

Kahn gently knocked on the wall in front of him and determined the reason why Wanda and his group disappeared.

It is strange that a place like this, which is specially set up for dignitaries and provides various invisible light services, does not have a few secret escape routes.

However, Kahn does not have the leisure to search for mechanisms hidden in the dark.

Take a deep breath, make fists with both hands, aim at the gray wall in front of you, and blast out with all your strength.

'Boom! ''Boom! ''Boom! '...

With a deafening muffled sound, more and more cracks appeared on the wall.

Finally, with a 'boom', it collapsed, revealing a hole half a man's height.

"Hey! Wait for me!"

As soon as John arrived, Kahn's figure disappeared again.

Now he was in no mood to wait for an ordinary person who was as slow as a turtle.

After walking for more than 50 meters in the dark secret passage, an iron gate blocked the way.

Fortunately, this iron door can be opened directly from the inside without the need for violent destruction.

Kahn ran down the stairs two or three steps to the ground and stopped a black BMW. Kahn flashed the pistol he got from the bodyguard at the auction house and said, "FBI, your car has been requisitioned."

"watt?"

The driver with his slicked back hair had a question mark on his face.

With this outfit, he dares to call himself FBI or a terrorist, which is more believable than this.

Moreover.

This is Paris. Even if an FBI agent doesn't hide his identity, he still dares to commandeer the car of a model citizen?

Seeing the other party's reluctance, Kahn decisively shot out the rear seat window: "I say it again, get out of the car!"

"Don't shoot, just shoot now! Shoot now!"

Pulling the inked driver out of the cab, Kahn put on his seat belt and pressed the accelerator to the bottom.

He chased the smell in the air that was about to dissipate and sped away.

Although Kahn ran at full speed faster than a car, he didn't want to attract too many interested people's attention in the downtown area.

After John chased him out, he directly picked up an unlocked bicycle next to him and walked away under the angry eyes of the owner.

On the Linjiang Highway adjacent to the Seine River, a black BMW had already reached a speed of 150 yards, causing countless fellow drivers to curse.

Although his driving skills are far inferior to Daniel's, Kahn can still be regarded as a 'driving god' with his reaction speed several times that of ordinary people.

The kind who are qualified to go to Qiu Mingshan to eat 86 exhaust gas.

After galloping for about three kilometers, Kahn slowly reduced the speed after noticing that the special smell of body fat remaining in the air was getting stronger and stronger.

Not far from the goal.

Driving into a small dock area, Kahn quickly discovered the source of the smell.

They were three black SUVs parked on the shore.

After observing carefully and not sensing Wanda's presence inside, Kahn immediately turned his attention to the private cruise ship that had just left the shore, thoughtfully.

Press the accelerator to the bottom again, run 500 meters in one breath, make the last sharp turn, and stop in the middle of a cross-river bridge.

Get off the car and come to the guardrail.

Amid the horrified looks of passers-by around him, Kahn jumped up.

'Boom~'

Hearing the noise coming from behind the deck, the two bodyguards who were on guard turned back together, but a black shadow was already in front of them.

'Puff~'X2

After wiping their necks, Kahn slowed down and sneaked into the cabin quietly.

………………

In the most luxurious reception hall on the cruise ship.

Three middle-aged and elderly people with big bellies and rosy faces were gathered around a small table, playing poker and talking about various policies and secrets.

At this time, several bodyguards led six young girls with dull eyes in. The leader reported: "Boss, the virgins are here."

Among the three, the obese man with a double chin in a suit and leather shoes waved his hand and motioned for the others to leave.

Then he smiled knowingly at the man in military uniform opposite and invited: "General Baptiste, will you come first?"

"No, no, no, let Bishop Gerard choose first."

After politely rejecting the other party's invitation, Baptiste looked at the old man next to him wearing a small round hat and a red robe.

"Then I'm welcome."

As the cardinal in charge of general affairs in France, Gérard has long been accustomed to being flattered like this.

After lifting up his bloated body and swaying in front of the girls standing in a row, Gérard's eyes were instantly attracted to the shortest figure among them.

Putting on the kind smile that he usually used when meeting believers, Gérard asked kindly: "Little girl, what is your name?"

"Wanda, Wanda Django Maximoff."