Saiyans in the Marvel world

After Blake put the young bastard down, he turned his head and looked at Mrs. Chen who had already fallen into a daze.

"Hello, may I ask if there is a private room in the store?"

"I have something I want to talk to this gentleman about a little bit."

Blake said with an innocent and innocent smile.

Mrs. Chen was stunned when she heard this, and then pointed tremblingly at the warehouse aside.

"Then...it's very quiet there, please feel free to do so."

"Thank you!"

After Blake politely thanked him, he immediately pulled the bastard up from the ground effortlessly.

Like dragging a dead pig, he was dragged straight to the innermost storage warehouse of the supermarket.

But while passing by the shelves, Blake suddenly saw a familiar face, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Hmm... maybe we met by chance on the road.

After all, it's only two blocks away from Matt's law firm.

Blake thought this way, then passed by Eddie who was hiding behind and entered the warehouse directly.

Bang!

The warehouse door was slammed shut.

The little bastard who had just been punched and almost doubted his life was immediately thrown to the floor.

Blake said in an old-fashioned way while pulling up a chair.

"Stop pretending. I didn't use much strength at all. It only hurt you for a minute at most."

"I need to ask you a few questions now. If you cooperate, I can consider letting you go."

"But if you dare to play tricks on me, I guarantee you will be in more pain than before."

Hearing this, the bearded gangster who fell on the ground jumped up quickly.

He wiped his sweaty forehead and spoke tremblingly.

"OK! OK! Whatever you want to ask, I will answer truthfully!"

Blake nodded.

"First question, which gang are you from?"

The bearded man said without thinking.

"I'm from the Falcon Gang, and our leader used to be from the Cerberus Speedster Gang."

"Second question, where is your gang stationed?"

"The Perak Bar right at the entrance of South Street!"

"What is the size of your gang, how many people are there, and how many weapons do you have?"

At this time, the bearded man could not help but become silent.

Although it was a bit unbelievable, he felt that the boy in front of him, who looked to be seven or eight years old at most, was probably a policeman!

And it’s not just any ordinary cop, he might be a mutant or a super police officer or something!

Otherwise, how could he be so powerful that he could break a gun with just one scratch?

However... if the other party is really a pawn and he leaks the gang information, he will definitely be unlucky in the end.

Anyone who has been in Hell's Kitchen knows that there are several taboos that must not be broken.

Don't mention that person's name, don't cooperate with the policeman, and don't grab the blind man's bag.

No matter which of these three points is violated, there will be no good fruit in the end.

Blake saw the bearded gangster in front of him hesitate, and immediately stepped forward and kicked him.

Bang!

The gangster, who seemed to weigh at least 150 kilograms, was kicked several meters away by him.

Then it hit the wall hard, bounced back, and finally rolled around on the floor several times, curling up into a ball.

This time I wasn't pretending, it was really heartbreaking pain.

It was even more terrifying than the punch just now!

It was as if all the internal organs were being violently stirred by a screwdriver.

"I...cough...I said...don't hit me..."

In the face of pain, all gang rules and taboos were forgotten.

The bearded man immediately revealed all the information without saying a word.

He even told me what color underwear his boss wore this morning, how many slices of bread he ate, and what brand of coffee he drank.

Through the other party's words, Blake quickly learned a lot of information.

For example, the Falcon Gang is a small and low-level gang in Hell's Kitchen.

It seems that he usually relies on petty theft and collecting protection fees from a few streets to make a living.

As for the leader of the Falcon Gang, his name is Hamos.

It has a total of 28 formal members and more than 50 peripheral members.

In terms of weapons, there is no heavy firepower, just a few Colts and a Mossberg M80 bolt-action shotgun.

This level of firepower can only scare ordinary people, and any folk hero can wipe them all out.

Hamos seems to know this, so he also behaves very low-key on weekdays, minimizing his presence as much as possible.

But what I never expected was that today I would provoke a guy who was more scary than the folk hero.

At this time, after Blake had inquired about the news, he looked at the gangster lying on the ground in front of him, feeling slightly confused.

"It's strange. Even though we've been defeated, why aren't we still given battle points?"

"Does it have to be completely killed?"

Thinking of this, Blake couldn't help but hesitate.

Forget it if he hits someone or something, but if he really kills someone, it might bring trouble to Matt.

Although he himself is a big trouble... but is it too high-profile for a seven-year-old to kill someone?

Will it arouse some people's attention and vigilance?

Blake looked at the bearded man huddled in the corner, trembling with fear.

Then he decided to try it first to see how far it would go before he could reach the system's targets.

At that moment, he gently clenched his fists and showed an innocent smile.

"Sir, thank you for your message. I would like to trouble you with one more thing. I hope you will not refuse."

"What, what's the matter?"

The bearded man was about to cry but had no tears, and his whole body was trembling, like a weak, pitiful, and helpless little white rabbit.

"Please take a nap!"

The next second, a small fist suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

Bang!

A heavy blow suddenly sounded in the warehouse.

The bearded gangster stared like a frog, his mouth foaming at the mouth.

Almost instantly, he fell into a deep coma.

At this moment, a system prompt sounded in Blake's mind.

【Ding!You completely subdued an armed street gangster and received 10 combat points. 】

Oh open!

It worked! ! !

A flash of joy flashed in Blake's eyes, and he lightly waved his fist.

It seems that the opponent must be put into a situation where he is completely unable to move in order to be considered defeated!

Ah, I understand, I'm going to kill monsters now!

A gangster has 10 points. As long as he subdues 49 more gangsters, he can hope to redeem the Wu Kong Technique! ! !

At that moment, Blake tied up the gangster back and forth, then reopened the door of the warehouse and walked out.

However, at this moment, he discovered that the familiar man who had been hiding behind the shelves was standing at the door with a troubled look on his face.

"Hello, I'm Eddie, Eddie Brock! I'm a reporter!"

The man reached out his hand and smiled.

Eddie Brock?

reporter?

A look of thought slowly appeared on Blake's young face.

The next second, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Eddie Brock.

"Are you a reporter from Global Daily?"

Eddie was stunned for a moment, then touched his nose awkwardly.

"That's right... I am indeed a reporter from Global Daily. You must have watched my show, right? Are you a fan of mine?"

"Well, unfortunately, I was just fired this morning, so I'm now a freelance journalist."

Hearing this, Blake shook his head slightly.

"Sorry, I haven't watched your show, I just know your name."