Marvel Infinity Sims

Kevin grabbed the bartender by the neck and easily lifted an adult weighing more than 100 pounds.

"sorry!"

It seems that this bartender should be in charge here. He has a use for keeping this person, so he didn't kill him.

Just toss.

With a bang, the bartender flew out and hit the wine cabinet, followed by the sound of bottles falling.

This sudden sound attracted the attention of several gunmen.

They found out what was going on here and drew their guns to fight back.

Kevin had already appeared at the door of the women's restroom. Facing these villains in the eyes of ordinary people, he kicked them all with his feet and put his hands in his pockets.

Boom!

Amy, who was in the bathroom, nimbly moved around the various stalls, always able to avoid the hands that wanted to grab her at incredible angles.

She knew why these people didn't shoot. They probably didn't want to destroy the necklace in her hand.

She didn't know how long she could hide, and she didn't know what would happen to her if she was caught, but she never regretted what she did.

Maybe, there are also regrets.

For some reason, Amy suddenly thought of Kevin at this moment. If she hadn't been in this industry, maybe he would have stayed with that man.

No matter how much you hide in the bathroom, the space is only so big.

Being chased and intercepted by five big men, her physical strength was very high. Soon, because of a small mistake, a hand grabbed her ankle and pulled her off the compartment.

"Hand over the necklace!"

A gunman wanted to steal the necklace, but Amy held on tightly to protect it in her arms, as if she was holding something she once owned.

"No? I have long disliked her. How can a thief pretend to be a saint!"

A gunman walked over with a malicious smile, stretched out his hand and grabbed the woman's chest.

Bang bang bang!

Suddenly, two gunmen were seen flying in from outside and crashed into the bathroom partition. A circular pit extended out around the location of the impact.

"I'm sorry, I didn't disturb you, did I?"

Kevin lazily appeared at the door of the women's restroom with his hands in his pockets, "Are you a pervert? So many people rushed into the women's restroom and surrounded a girl?"

The gunmen were stunned. They each glanced at the two companions who didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and then looked at Kevin.

They couldn't figure out the origin of this person, and the way he appeared was too exaggerated, and they didn't react for a while.

Amy was stunned and looked at Kevin blankly.

"You...you, why are you here?"

She had a lot to say, but after swirling the words around her mouth, she only came out with this sentence.

"Because I heard your wish, so I came!"

Kevin raised his eyebrows, took out a cigarette, took a deep drag, and pretended to be affectionate and deep.

"I'm sorry," Amy's eyes were red and she lowered her head, not daring to look at Kevin.

"kill him!"

At this time, these gunmen finally figured out what the person in front of them was doing.

There was nothing to say. Several people took out their guns at the same time.

"No!"

Amy only had time to shout out the first thing, and before she could help, things ended in a way she couldn't imagine.

Kevin appeared next to several gunmen almost instantly, and several of them flew out.

Amy was stunned for a moment, lowered her head and gently touched the eye in the middle of the necklace, then handed the necklace to Kevin, "You gave it to me on purpose, right?"

Kevin was not polite and took the Eye of Agamotto, "You can't say that. I didn't know you were here for this."

Amy nodded, her expression suddenly calmed down a lot, and she walked straight to the door, "Leave a phone number and I'll come back to you when I'm lonely!"

Kevin thought for a while and finally gave her his phone number.

"You are welcome to come to me anytime!"

Amy left, but Kevin didn't keep her. The relationship between the two was only a romantic one, and there wasn't much affection at all.

This time he also saved the girl's life, and they no longer owed each other anything.

Kevin walked to the bar, where the bartender was sitting in the remains of the bottle, breathing heavily.

"What are you doing?"

The bartender wasn't seriously injured, most of it was skin trauma. This was something Kevin did deliberately, just to keep the idea of ​​asking who was targeting the Eye of Agamotto.

The bartender stared at Kevin for a while and then said, "We are an intermediary platform. Some people place orders here, and some people take orders here. We only earn some handling fees."

"Who ordered this thing?" Kevin originally thought that this guy would rather die than surrender, but he didn't expect to be so cooperative.

"do not know."

Kevin chuckled.

"We don't care about the identity of the person coming. This is the rule in this business."

Seeing that the man didn't seem to believe it, the bartender quickly explained, and then told a bunch of secrets about this industry.

"When the task is completed, someone needs to be there to receive it, right?" Kevin asked the key point, "You should have a way to contact the person who placed the order, right?"

The bartender hesitated, glanced at the half-destroyed bar, and nodded.

"Very good, invite him over!"

Kevin snapped his fingers and lit another cigarette.

The bartender was very cooperative. If he didn't cooperate, he didn't think this person would kill him.

He pulled out a satellite phone and started dialing, and while he was on the phone, the bartender glanced at the man furtively.

Looking at the other party smoking happily, he did nothing in the end.

Hang up the phone, "The trading time is tomorrow, and the trading location is Central Park."

Seeing that Kevin didn't speak, the bartender continued: "You can go there with me, but the process may be a bit tortuous."

The two of them stopped talking. The bartender looked at his men and then at the man, after going back and forth several times.

"They're not dead."

The bartender breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't worry, I definitely didn't use any other means. The conflict between you and them has nothing to do with us. I'm just a middleman."

……

The next day, the bartender took Kevin straight to the transaction location, but Kevin did not show up. He kept secretly following the bartender.

In fact, he was so cautious that the transaction location was changed three times, and the final location was an abandoned factory.

The more cautious the other party is, the more dangerous these people are.

It is possible that they know the true purpose of the Eye of Agamotto, and in Kevin's mind not many people know.

It's impossible for Purple Potato Head to come to Earth at this time. Mephisto has too much time to take care of himself, so the most likely candidate is Casillas.

That's why he went to such trouble.

If it were an ordinary mage who defected, he wouldn't take it seriously, but this guy Casillas is a fool who dares to collude with Dormammu, and he must find him as soon as possible.

Watching the bartender enter the factory alone, he did not follow him, but his mental energy was always wandering nearby.

He began to scan everything in the abandoned factory, and then he became aware of the presence of another person.

Not long after, his figure appeared not far from this person.

He didn't rush to take action. He watched the man go out to meet the bartender. He walked around but didn't find anyone, and then slowly appeared behind the bartender.

"Who is he? I didn't mean to let you trade alone. You violated the rules!"

The big black man took out his gun and aimed it at the two men.

"Oh," the bartender raised his hand, "It's just a little insurance, it's just normal practice. If I want to do any tricks, I won't let him show up!"

The big black man hesitated, but did not put down the gun.

Kevin walked directly towards the black man.

"If you don't act, don't come here!"

clap clap clap!

Seeing that Kevin was disobedient, the black man shot three times.

Kevin grabbed it casually, stretched out his hand, and found three bullets in his palm.

Ding Ding Ding!

The yellow and orange bullets fell to the ground and also landed on the heart of the black man.

He turned around and ran without hesitation, but suddenly he found that he couldn't move.

"who are you?"

Kevin stared at the black man with an evil look in his eyes.

To be honest, if he didn't know how to search memories, there would be no need to go to such trouble.

If I had known, when I first faced the Kree people, I would have found a way to get some technology.

The eyes of black people are full of fear, which is the instinctive reaction of human beings when encountering something they cannot understand.

"Ghost? Ghost? What are you?"

Snapped!

Kevin slapped him away with a very dissatisfied tone, "Speak well, why are you swearing?"

clap clap clap!

"Tell me, who is your boss?"

The black man was stunned, his head was buzzing, and he couldn't hear what the other person was saying.

Kevin raised his hand again. If you don’t say anything, I’ll hit you until you do.

He was not good at extracting confessions through torture, and he felt that using mind-attacking tactics was not cost-effective. The minions were not worth his efforts.

"Sir, why don't you let me try?"

The bartender spoke cautiously from the side.

Kevin glanced at him, and after seeing cold sweat on the bartender's forehead, he nodded slowly.

The bartender breathed a sigh of relief, walked over without saying a word, picked up his gun, aimed at the black man's shoulder, and shot him.

Snapped!

The shot made a hole in the black man's shoulder.

"Based on the speed of bleeding, you have less than an hour to call for help. The sooner you tell, the more likely you are to survive. Of course, I can also speed up this!"

After saying that, the bartender aimed his gun at the black man's feet.

"I said, "Black people are completely unable to move. This feeling that their lives are constantly passing away is really not something that ordinary people can bear.

"It was a small boss of the New York gang who asked me to do this!"

"Gangs of New York?" Kevin muttered, completely confused. Why would a gang organization need the Eye of Agamotto?

Doesn't the other party know what this is?Or is the man behind the scenes actually Casillas?

"Is what you said true?"

The bartender's eyes widened suddenly, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed the black man's collar, his voice even breaking.

"Is this New York gangster very powerful?"

Seeing the bartender's reaction, Kevin became interested.

No matter what, since the Eye of Agamotto is involved, I have to go take a look.

The bartender's eyes were dull, but the black man showed a ferocious smile.

"No matter what you are, if I die, you won't survive!"

The bartender's eyes flickered, and Kevin looked at them calmly from the side without saying a word.

The bartender suddenly perked up, lowered his head, and answered Kevin's question.

"The New York gang is not scary. The scary thing is the man behind him. He is the king of the underworld."

"Oh," Kevin responded without much reaction, "What's his name."

"Kingpin," the bartender took a deep breath, with unconcealable fear in his eyes.

Kevin touched his chin, feeling that the name seemed familiar, and began to search the memory in his mind.

He seemed to remember that Kingpin seemed to be Spider-Man's mortal enemy in the comics. How could he appear in the movie universe?

But as long as you can find someone.

Kevin snapped his fingers, turned around and left.

The bartender was stunned for a moment, looked at the black man lying on the ground, and raised his pistol.

"Do not--"

boom!

The bartender followed Kevin cautiously.

Kevin neither chased him away nor asked him to follow.

After getting into a black Cadillac, Kevin sat in the back seat and closed his eyes to relax.

"Do you know where Kingpin is?"

Although the black man was talking about a small boss just now, it did not involve Kingpin.

But Kevin instinctively felt that this matter had something to do with the Kingpin, and if he wanted to find it, he should go to the boss. A small boss was not worth finding.

“Jinpin had many properties, he had a huge business empire, he had a legal identity, and he had friendships with many powerful people in the upper class.

His properties are spread all over the world, and no one except his closest confidants knows where he is. "

Kevin was lost in thought, "Is Kingpin's underground power the largest in New York?"

"Yes!" the bartender replied firmly, "No one can fight against the New York gang."

"Where is the core area of ​​New York gangs?"

Kevin doesn't know much about gangs, but every underground organization has its own core area, or base area.

"It's Hell's Kitchen!"

The bartender didn't hesitate at all, "In Hell's Kitchen, Kingpin is the absolute controller. There, he is the real king."

"Go to Hell's Kitchen," Kevin said lightly, and the bartender almost slammed on the brakes.

"It's too dangerous for you to go to that kind of place alone!"

The bartender tried to stop him from the side. Even if this man didn't want to live, he still wanted to live.

"What's your name?"

Kevin didn't answer, but asked irrelevant questions.

"Just call me McClay."

"What country are you from?" Kevin thought the name was a bit strange and asked again.

"I'm Irish, and my grandfather came here after World War II——"

“Do you want to be the next Kingpin?”

Kevin's words interrupted McClay's words like a thunderbolt. He tried his best to steady himself on the steering wheel, and even controlled his breathing to be extremely soft.

"I, what do you mean?"

"I don't mean anything," Kevin smiled and said no more.

McClay's face kept changing, the car was running smoothly, but his heart was beating like a drum in a blast music.

What does he mean? Does he want to support me to replace Jin Bin?

is it possible?

Can I trust him?

No, no, everyone in this world who dares to go against Kingpin will die.

Even if there are people with super powers, Kingpin seems to have a lot of people under his command.

"arrive!"

A block away from Hell's Kitchen, McClay's car came to a slow stop.

"Go in!"

McClay didn't look back, staring intently at Hell's Kitchen. The neon lights were flashing in dazzling colors, and many gangsters were openly standing on the road with guns in their hands.

This is power!

This is wealth!

Should he trust this man and take a gamble?