Warlock of the Marvel Universe

"Shadows exist in the flames"

"The fire burns in the shadows"

"Hmph, it looks like we're in the right place. They're right here." After entering the bar, which was renamed Legacy of the Void, the first thing Evanson saw was two huge neon lights, one blue and one red, embedded in the lobby. The eye-catching positions on the left and right sides were flashing continuously, and the content above was these two sentences.

Seeing these two very familiar words, Evanson felt a lot.He used to listen to these two sentences in fear every night, with an interval of about 6 minutes each time. This kind of torture lasted for several weeks. Alas, forget it, he would shed tears after talking too much.But what he wants to say most now is, why not for Al, and glory to the eldest son?These two sentences should go well with the names outside.

"Ah, this music is so annoying." Evanson tried his best to separate. The people in front of him were shaking their bodies to the music and slowly moving forward on the dance floor. At the same time, they were complaining about the deafening heavy metal music. This was what he The most annoying kind of music always upset him.

"Finally I'm here, it's not easy." Evanson came to the bar, sat down on the chair, and kept rubbing the pounding blood vessels on his head.He planned to ask the bartender about the situation first. Last time, the two female demons said that their hiding ability was as good as that of the Dread Lord. It seemed that they were not bragging.Although he knew they were here, Evanson couldn't sense their specific location.

Also, it’s not too much for them to go out to a bar and dance when they feel bored in their rooms. There are so many people doing this.But by jumping around, I have taken other people's situations into my own hands, and these two are quite capable.Besides, the mental state of the people here is pretty good, although there are a few that are not normal, but that is purely because they took too many pills.It seems that they did not use mental hypnosis or other spells.

"Bartender, come here..." Just as Evanson was about to call the bartender over, a big hand with several rings patted him heavily on the shoulder. "Man, what are you looking for?"

Evanson turned around and saw that this was a strong black man with a shaved head, many nails on his lower lip and ears, several chains hanging on his body, and tattoos with unknown meanings, which fully showed that His identity as a gangster.

This thug noticed Evanson early on. First of all, although Evanson's dress was not too formal, it was still quite strict compared to the hippies who came here to have fun.Also, since Evanson came here, he has been unsmiling and has made no secret of his dislike of the environment here.The most important thing is that his eyes are constantly looking around.

These behaviors are very suspicious in the eyes of this gangster, because there are generally only two types of people who do this, one is a cop, and the other is a hostile gang.So he came to inquire responsibly, because his new bosses were not easy to talk to. If something went wrong when he was watching the scene, well, he would feel a chill on his neck. Anger came out.

"Let me... huh? Wait, you look familiar." Evanson suddenly realized that he might recognize the thug in front of him.But because the other party, even in such a dark place, insisted on wearing a pair of big sunglasses in order to maintain his image, covering most of his face, so Evanson was a little unsure, "Luthor? Is that you?" "

"Yes, that's my name. But don't try to get close." It seemed that Evanson had recognized the wrong person, but the other party did not accept this trick.How do you know yourself?I have been watching the scene here for several years, and many people know me. Does it matter?But he still took a closer look at Evanson's appearance.

"Why is it you?" It didn't matter at this glance, he really recognized Evanson.He immediately retracted the hand on Evanson's shoulder and took a step back. It seemed that he was a little afraid of Evanson.

"Humph, why can't it be me?" It's really you. Now it's better. I was worried that I couldn't find anyone to ask questions, so you came to my door yourself.

Last time, Evanson was arrested and locked up in a dark room for driving recklessly. However, he was not a former president who was impeached and stepped down and was counterattacked. He did not enjoy the treatment of a single room in the detention center.The person locked in the same cell with him was this black man named Luther.

"Listen, this is our gang's territory. There are many of us." You know the rules of the prison.This guy took advantage of the fact that he was tall and a gang member, so he wanted to teach Evanson, a skinny white guy, how to behave.But the result was...he was beaten up and crushed unilaterally.So he was very nervous after recognizing Evanson.

Don't think that a warlock is physically weak just because he is a spellcasting profession. Take a look at Gul'dan Yanzu's evil power to break the face and kill a man in his arms. You will remember that at a certain period, the physique of a warlock was better than that of the same person. Even higher-level warriors.

"I'm looking for your boss, the new boss." It's easy to do things with familiar people, at least you don't have to make new acquaintances.Evenson stated his purpose directly.

"Our boss doesn't like to meet strangers." After knowing Evanson's purpose, Luther was very alert.He still remembered that after the guy in front of him beat him up, he was fished out not long after, and the bail process was very fast. It was like just going through the procedures, adding that the person was wearing Wearing a suit and tie, he looked like a government worker. He felt that Evanson was probably an informant of a certain government department. It was for this reason that after he recognized Evanson, he did not call out to his brother. This guy who had beaten him was given a beating.But if he brought this kind of person in, he might have to meet his former boss.

"I'm not a stranger, I'm their friend," Evanson said.

After hearing this, Luther was a little hesitant. He felt that Evanson might know his new boss.Because he knew that his new boss was not a person, but a combination, and he knew that they were women.They and their pronunciation are different in English. "Do you really know them?"

"Of course, I brought these two twin women to this city." This sentence is correct in every sense of the word. "And if they hadn't changed their names, they should have been called Saloras and Olaise."

"Wait here, I'll ask." Looking at the other party's understanding of his bosses, Luther felt that even if they were not friends, they must have a close relationship, so this was not something he could decide.

Luther walked around and walked to the door of a hidden private room. He knocked carefully and then entered after receiving permission.After a while, he came out again, came to Evanson and said respectfully, "Sir, please come with me." I didn't expect that he was really the boss's friend. Fortunately, it was he who beat me and not me who beat him last time.

"Ahem, I'll wipe it." As soon as Evanson entered the private room, he was immediately choked and backed away. There was so much smoke inside that he almost didn't shout. I dare to ask which fellow Taoist was there. Cultivation?

"Oh, it's much better now." Evanson decisively added a magic breath spell to himself.

After entering again, Evanson found that the environment here was very different from the outside.Although the light is still dim, the music played in this well-soundproofed room is relatively soothing and the decoration is very elegant.After all, Ereda still enjoys it.

In the center of the room, on a round bed covered with gauze and covered with purple velvet, lay a pair of twin sisters. They were the human forms transformed by the Ereda twins, but their current state was a bit strange and soft. Yes, it looks like it was broken.But when Evanson saw clearly the maids surrounding the bed and the contents of the trays in their hands, he knew what was going on.A hookah that keeps smoking, a pack of white powder, and a pack of translucent lenses.

Haha, Evanson doesn't even know what to say. Although we all know that the devil's life is corrupt, you two are going too fast. You have only been here for a long time. You can only smoke pot, skate, and play with fans. Learned it?At the same time, he also made up his mind that he would never touch these things in his life. Didn't he see that these two lord-level demons were made like this?

"Are you here?" What's the matter? "The two female demons lazily raised their upper bodies and leaned on the backrest of the bed.

"What do you think?" Evanson was not polite to them, and sat directly on a sofa nearby, then glanced at the maids standing around.

"You guys go out." "No one is allowed in unless we call." The Ereda twins understood and asked all the irrelevant people to go out.

The maids put the things in their hands on the table in front of the bed for the hostesses to enjoy themselves, and then left one after another without saying a word.

"Tell me, what's the matter, Warlock?" After all the maids left, the Eredar twins immediately put away their half-dead looks just now. It seemed that as long as they were not willing, these things that could cause great harm to ordinary people could not be used at all. It won't work.

"There are too many things going on." Evanson pointed around and said, "Why don't we talk about what happened here first."

"Huh huh huh." Upon hearing this question, the Ereda twins let out a burst of charming laughter at the same time.

"We are noble Eredar. You don't really think that we will live in that shabby room, do you?"

"However, we see that you are quite poor, so we have to take matters into our own hands to improve the quality of life."

“We discovered this interesting place a long time ago”

"Sin, madness, and indulgence." "Such a wonderful place should of course be in our hands."

"So, this is the former boss here?" Evanson said, pointing to a candlestick on the table.This candlestick is decorated with a skull, and it is definitely a human bone, and the quality is still very new.So he speculated that this should be the original boss of the speeding gang.

"That's right." Olaise admitted generously, "Originally, as long as he was willing to dedicate this place to us, we would have accepted him as our subordinate."

"It's a pity that he doesn't know how to cherish this opportunity for glory." Saloras said contemptuously, "I have no choice but to take his head."

Do you often travel across the world? This is the same logic.I've taken a liking to your thing, it's your glory, hurry up and deliver it, and then immediately turn your head and call me your subordinate, otherwise, you deserve to be killed.

"Have you never thought about getting into trouble?" However, compared with the life of this gangster leader who loves to die, Evanson is worried about whether trouble will come to his door.

"Of course I have thought about it, we are not those low-level devils with no brains." Oreses said in the tone of a seasoned driver, "We have seen a lot of places like this. Organizations that wander on the edge of order have their own They have a set of rules, and nothing will be resolved by the government, and the government is too lazy to care about their internal affairs. Their only contact with government departments should be to send bribes regularly."

"So, if I kill this guy, it will not attract the attention of outsiders at all, because no one will tell the outside world." Saloras explained, "And even if it is the omnipresent SHIELD you mentioned, as long as I don't If they use extraordinary power, they probably won’t care about such a trivial matter.”

As expected of a resourceful demon who followed the legion and penetrated countless worlds. He had only been here for a short time and had already eaten so much.Who has ever heard of calling the police when there is a vendetta among gangs?Because it is impossible for gangsters to trust the police. Besides, who among the gangsters is clean?If the police are allowed to follow the clues and take the blame, who will they cry to?

As long as the extra money is enough, the police don't bother to care about the gang's internal affairs. Basically, they are in a state where the people don't sue and the officials don't investigate.As for S.H.I.E.L.D., it’s even more impossible. There are so many major things in the world that are too busy to deal with. Do you have time to control the death of people in your underworld?As long as the ones who do it are not mutants who can spit out light waves, these social trash will die as much as they like.

"Okay, that's the end of the matter." Evanson doesn't intend to pursue the matter anymore, and he can't pursue it anyway. "However, I hope you don't expand your territory." A gangster changes his boss and doesn't want to expose the police. I won't care, but I'm afraid these two guys are addicted to playing. If they figure out how to make it, there will really be trouble.

"Why? According to our estimation, there will be no problem until we capture three such large places." It seems that they really have such a plan, and they have planned it in advance.

"It's a matter of origin." Evanson suddenly said, "I think you, as Eredar nobles, should be able to understand the importance of origin."

"Of course." Of course the Eredar twins understand this. Although their concepts may be different, this does not prevent them from knowing that in a world of order, a gangster background is a very bad background.However, they felt that Evanson would not talk about this for no reason. He should have something to do, and the person who did it must not have a bad background.

"If you have anything to say, just say it." "But we are not your subordinates. Whether you can agree or not depends on our mood."

"Of course." Evanson said confidently, "You will definitely agree, and you will like this very much."