The Godfather of American Comics

Cough, cough, cough.

Weller covered his mouth and saw a trace of steaming blood on his palm, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Ha, if you don't know, you think I have some terminal illness."

With a self-deprecating laugh, Weller hurried home.

At this time, his body seemed to be burning with fire, causing him great pain, but his self-healing ability made this feeling disappear quickly, so he didn't care.

The power of the Breath of Flame combined with the Qi of Burning Flame was greater than he imagined. The two were perfectly integrated. Whether it was the explosive power or the lethality, Weller was very satisfied.

"Sure enough, if you want to become familiar with power, you still have to go through battle."

Through this battle, he understood his current power.

He can guarantee that if he encounters the previous battle again now, he will be much more relaxed than he is now.

The streets were already in chaos, and the battle just now attracted too many people's attention.

"Gotta get out of here quickly."

Taking off his mask, he walked through the crowd and quietly arrived at the apartment building that no one dared to approach.

Standing at the door of his house, he quickly tidied himself up to ensure that he would not scare little Hope, and then walked to the bathroom with a smile.

The battle didn't last long, and he didn't see anyone going in. Little Hope should be safe.

Counting the time, this little guy should wake up soon.

"You have to eat when you wake up. What a..."

The smile on his face froze and then slowly disappeared.

Hope is gone.

How is that possible?

Weller closed his eyes and took a long breath, then quickly walked around the house.

In order to keep track of Little Hope's situation when he was out, the surveillance camera placed in the corner was blown up. The surveillance camera that was not destroyed should not have photographed the other party, and there is no need to check it.

Weller walked to the crib again, touched under a cartoon eye on the edge of the crib, and clicked hard, and a pinhole monitor fell on his palm.

Fortunately it wasn't found.

Suddenly, a large number of footsteps sounded downstairs, as if they were rushing towards him.

Weller put on his mask, pulled out the vibranium knife again, quickly circled around the house, jumped out of the window, and quickly disappeared on the street.

After he left, the rising flames completely engulfed the home where he had lived for more than a month.

This fire burned quickly and could not be extinguished for a while. No matter who the person came, no information about his identity could be obtained for the time being.

……

Brian Mills walked on the streets of Hell's Kitchen. His tall figure and face full of vicissitudes of life attracted the attention of many street women. However, after he revealed that he had no money and was a poor man, he immediately got rid of several of them. The woman's entanglement, after saying expressionlessly that she had an incurable disease, the remaining two women disappeared.

Brian Mills breathed a sigh of relief.

He came here to find his daughter, not a woman.

According to what he learned from the traffickers at the dock, the good goods they caught would not be simply given away and sold, but would be transported to Hell's Kitchen and handed over to another trafficking group, becoming a Preliminary lots for the auction.

The trafficker has never seen his daughter, but if she is not at the dock, there is a very high possibility that she is here.

After knowing the location of their gang in Hell's Kitchen from the trafficker, he conveniently sent the trafficker to feed the fish, and then rushed here non-stop.

At the same time, Martin, who fell into the sea and escaped, also returned to Hell's Kitchen with difficulty.

On the way there, he heard some important news.

The Russian mafia has mastered the ghost's information and will take action against the ghost tonight.

After he learned the news, he immediately called his Mr. Hunter, but no one answered the phone, which gave him a bad feeling.

Suddenly, he saw several Russian mafia members wearing black suits and holding weapons but looking panic-stricken running toward him.

Could it be that... it has something to do with Mr. Hunter?

With a thought in his heart, he rushed towards the direction where the people came from.

A few minutes later, when he saw the burning room and the blood on the street, a tragic battle seemed to occur in his mind.

Judging from the expressions on the faces of the Russian mafia just now, they must have failed. So where is Mr. Hunter now?

He held the phone and walked aimlessly on the street.

There was a problem when he was watching the goods at the dock. If he returned to the gang, he was afraid that he would be shot by the boss.

Hey……

He sighed in distress.

Suddenly, he saw a blurry black shadow flashing across the top of the building not far away.

Is that...Mr. Hunter?

He was a little unsure, but he still chased in the direction of the black shadow.

And Martin was not the only one to see the shadow.

And... George Stacey, a detective with the Manhattan Police Department.

In order to track down a prisoner, he came to Hell's Kitchen, but happened to see Weller fighting the Mafia.

Shocked, surprised, and...angry!

Shocked by the power of ghosts, angry by the fighting on both sides, and angry by the dead.

What do these people think of law and order?

But at the same time, he felt powerless.

How can he, a little police detective, deal with these damn gangsters and people with supernatural powers?

Confused, restless, powerless...

When these emotions entangled him and slowly dragged him into the abyss, he saw the ghosts who had just experienced a battle running wildly among the rooftops of Hell's Kitchen.

Could it be that he went to seek revenge from the Russian mafia?

An idea flashed through his mind and he hurriedly followed.

revenge?

Do not!

Just to find little Hope.

A murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Through hidden surveillance, he already knew who took little Hope away.

Weller had several hypotheses about this, but...

Who would have thought that the person who took little Hope away was Sam, the black policeman opposite him!

This kind of thing can also be called a police! ?

He didn't know why the policeman named Sam took away Little Hope, but he knew that this man had only one end!

dead!

"Parker, how far is it?"

Weller asked Parker, the ninja dog leading the way.

Ninja dog Parker, a ninja dog from the Naruto world summoned by Weller using a prop psychic scroll to help him track Sam.

Parker is a pug with a Konoha forehead protector on his head and blue clothes. Although he looks small, Parker is not slow. Most importantly, his tracking ability is very exaggerated. Not only can it sense the number and movement speed of the target, but it can also sense the number of pursuers.

"They are not moving. At our current speed, we will be there in 5 minutes, but I suggest you slow down a bit and recover some strength. There may be a fight later."

Parker ran forward, giving Wheeler advice.

Weller nodded and slowed down.

Parker was right, he was still a little impatient because of Little Hope.

"Parker, thank you."

Parker was stunned for a moment and stuck out his tongue, but a smile flashed in his eyes.