Marvel's Father Earth

As the air temperature suddenly turned colder, the faces of the judge and the killer behind him slowly turned ugly.

"Mr. Maier, the consequences of joking casually... are very serious." The judge said coldly.

"If the consequences you are talking about...are referring to him." Maierin pointed to the bald neon man behind the judge, and then pointed to the kitchen and study respectively, "And what they said, to be honest, that's it. .”

Seeing Maier's indifferent look, the judge completely lost his patience and raised his head to give instructions to the bald neon man.

The bald neon man understood, pulled out the knife from his waist, and came to Merin's throat at an extremely fast speed, but... he could only go so far.

Under their horrified gazes, Merin only stretched out a finger and pressed it against the blade. No matter how hard the Neon Man tried, he could not move forward another millimeter, and even Merin's skin could not be cut.

"Mutants!" The judge immediately came to the conclusion. Although it was wrong, she did not blame her. After all, whenever people saw something beyond common sense, their subconscious reaction was to blame mutants.

Neon Man's face turned red from suppressing it, and he glanced towards the study and kitchen from time to time, secretly wondering why his apprentice didn't come out to help him?

"If you are waiting for your apprentice, you'd better give up. Look now, it's still hot." Merin said flatly.

"you……"

Just as he opened his mouth, he swallowed his words again.

Because he saw Merin stretched out another finger and gently clamped the blade, flicked it out of position, and the blade snapped up, and at the same time he threw it in the direction of the judge.

The blade came to the judge in almost the blink of an eye. It was like she was being held up by the scythe of death, and she completely lost the ability to think.

Just when she thought death was coming, the tip of the blade stopped in front of her eyes, and if she pushed it forward, it would penetrate her head.

Maier flicked his fingers, and a weak energy hit the neon man's wrist. He screamed in pain, and the handle of the knife fell. Maier caught it smoothly and recalled the blade.

The blade and handle were spliced ​​together at the fracture, and a miracle happened as the palm of my hand passed over it. The broken katana became intact and even sharper.

"Nice knife, you have good taste." He said to the neon man, and threw the knife at him, like a silver lightning, inserted into the scabbard on his waist.

"You are a mutant!" The judge finally came to his senses and exclaimed.

"Why do you always let mutants take the blame when you encounter supernatural powers?" Myron said speechlessly.

"You... hum! What about mutants!? How many mutants have died in the hands of the killers of the [High Table]? Do you think that mutants alone can fight against the High Table?" The judge said in a confused tone. shouted angrily.

"So?" Maierin still didn't take it seriously and asked with a smile.

The judge could swear that Merin's smile was the most annoying and frightening smile she had ever seen.

He has a gentle smile like an elegant nobleman, but he says the harshest words and does the cruelest things. Everything around him is under his control, and his opponents can only be played with at will.

But since she is a judge who can be selected by the [High Table], she will naturally not be intimidated like this. She soon suppressed the fear and panic in her heart and restored her previous coolness and arrogance.

"Mr. Merin, maybe you are very confident in your own power, but please consider my suggestion carefully. After all, if the two sides conflict, the losses caused will not be a good thing for both parties, right?"

"Well...it does make sense." Maier nodded in agreement.

The judge was overjoyed when she saw this. She thought Maierin had been persuaded by her, but immediately a basin of cold water doused her excited flames.

"...But you haven't even figured out my identity, how do you determine...that my power will harm both the [High Table]?" Maierin asked with a half-smile.

"You..." The judge suddenly realized that she could not answer this question.

All previous judgments were all her personal guesses, with no evidence at all. Because she had been in a high position for a long time, small actions could determine the life and death of many people. So she only now sees clearly that in the beginning, all the initiative was in Not only could I not get John Wick this time, but I also didn't collect much useful information.

Is Myron a mutant?What are his abilities?What is the scale of his power?What kind of power does it have?

She was not sure about any of this.

In her heart, the [High Table] is naturally supreme, but that does not mean that the [High Table] is invincible. There are still organizations that they cannot and dare not provoke, such as the Security Council's [Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency] 】.

So now, is another name added to the list of people not to be messed with?

"Go back, there's no need to come back. I'll go to the Continental Hotel in a few days to see if it's as safe as the rumors say." Merin said calmly, and leisurely picked up the tea and started drinking it.

Well, compared to the dark coffee, tea is indeed better.

After hearing this, the judge also knew that her task today would not be completed, and the fear in her heart had been urging her to leave, so she immediately got up and left with the Neon Man. As for the people in the study and kitchen... the dead man was Without any value.

Seeing the two of them leaving so decisively, Maierin shook his head: "This service is really bad. I didn't clean it before leaving. It's a bad review."

After the words fell, Maierin waved his hand, and the corpses in the two rooms disappeared. Not even a trace of blood was left. The windows were opened, and the wind mixed with the fragrance of flowers blew by. All the peculiar smells disappeared, and the usual cleanliness was restored. .

"Boom~"

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound from upstairs, which made Maier stunned for a moment, covering his face in depression.

"Is this stubborn donkey really incapable of understanding human language?" While scolding, Myron walked upstairs. Sure enough, as soon as he got upstairs, he saw John Wick lying on the ground and squirming.

Sweat had soaked his whole body, and he clenched his teeth and endured the tremendous pain, but he did not give up and moved forward bit by bit.

"I said... if you want to die, I can send you to the underworld." Merin said angrily, leaning against the wall.

"Mairin...I have to leave...otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, John Wick fainted again.

"Oh, this kid is really..." Maierin shook his head and directly used [Psychic Power] to move him back to the bed. At the same time, he set up a restriction to trap him on the bed to prevent him from messing around again. After all, he had already If you have made an appointment to visit your home in a few days, you can't let anyone go.

Taking John Wick with me, of course.

……

After returning to the Continental Hotel, the judge felt that she was safe, and it was only then that she realized that her back was soaked with cold sweat.

"It seems that Miss Judge is in trouble?" Winston, the manager of the Continental Hotel in New York, asked with a joking look on his face. When this Miss Judge came, she was very aggressive and wanted to take everything away from her. It was only two days after the one-week limit, and it felt so good to see her looking for help again in a panic.

"Put away your disgusting face, Mr. Winston, you and I are loyal to the [High Table]. Now the majesty of the [High Table] has been challenged, and we must get it back!" The Judge snapped.

"Okay, what are your instructions?" Winston asked, unable to hide the amusement on his face.

Winston knew from the beginning that the Inquisitor's search for Myr'in would not lead to any results, because Myr'in was too mysterious, whether it was the intelligence network of the [High Table], his personal intelligence channels, or even the underground black market. No useful information can be found in the intelligence market.

The only piece of information that was judged to be ten percent credible was that he came from the Holy Land of Greece.

But it was precisely this piece of correct information that they threw aside as a joke, and even executed the person who sent it on the spot for fooling them with such a joke-like information.

So Winston just increased John Wick's bounty and released the information he had on the Malin family, and the rest was out of his control.

Winston is an extremely selfish person who will do anything to protect his power, but he also cares about his friendship with John Wick. This is why he was ordered to hand over the hotel manager within a week. rights reasons.

So he didn't stop John Wick from breaking the rules, nor did he kill him on the spot after he broke the rules, but gave him an hour to escape.

"Asshole old fox!" Looking at Winston's cunning face, the judge cursed in his heart. If he hadn't asked for help now, he would probably have been unable to resist giving him a slap in the face.

"Do you have any good ideas?"

"What ideas can I have? Miss Judge, I'm about to retire." Winston was really happy at this time. His arrogant face was finally torn, and [High Table] was very dissatisfied with himself. The trial might be withdrawn, killing two birds with one stone.

It's just that when it comes to dealing with Merin, he really can't make any good suggestions, let alone dare to.

If he really made the other party angry, the judge would pat his ass and leave. He would not be able to part with all his belongings if he could not take them with him while walking here.

"You! Winston, you must think carefully before speaking. Your judgment is still in my hands." The judge said viciously.

"Of course I know, but I really can't help it, and you can't help it either." Winston controlled his temper and gave her some small suggestions while venting his anger. As for whether she understood it or not, then there's nothing It's none of his business.

"You...wait! You mean..." The judge was about to get angry and use the power of judgment to push Winston into the abyss, but soon, she stopped and grasped the end point.

"I didn't say anything." Winston spread his hands.

The judge gave Winston a deep look, stood up and left.