Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

"Okay, Wilson, I got it."

After putting down the phone, Wesley finally breathed easier. In this situation, facing a guy who might be a lunatic and calling Kingpin, for Wesley, it was like choosing a way to die.

but……

Looking back at the guy sitting on his sofa watching soap operas like a master...

Well, it's probably more dangerous here.

"I've finished the phone call. I wonder if this gentleman would like to go with me to see Jin Bin now."

"Of course~"

Roland nodded happily, but his eyes were still on the TV: "Can you wait until I finish watching this episode?"

Wesley's eyes flickered and he shook his head: "I still think we should go as soon as possible..."

"it is good!"

Roland stood up directly and walked out.

"Mr. Wesley, what are you waiting for?"

"Huh? Oh! Okay, okay."

Inexplicably feeling like he was being overshadowed, Wesley found that his temptation seemed to be of no use to the guy in front of him, who was not afraid of going to see Kingpin with him at all.

Feel confident? Or should I say, the so-called cooperation is really something.

The only thing that is certain is that Kingpin never accepted any threats.

This guy is dead.

…………

There were not many vehicles on the streets at midnight, and there were even fewer in the area actually controlled by Kingpin. It didn't take long for the driver Wesley to take Roland to the agreed meeting place.

"Ah? What's going on? This isn't right!"

wrong?

Looking at the restaurant in front of him, Wesley didn't think there was anything wrong with it. This was usually the place where Kingpin would meet important guests. Today, he was used to meet a "little gangster". Although he seemed to be a little gangster, he could still be considered a good place. Excellent reception.

Unexpectedly, before Wesley could ask anything, Roland over there stretched out half of his body from the car window and shouted loudly: "Where's the slaughterhouse! Where's the meat factory! Where's the dark tavern! You guys! How do you do things, make them so splendid, I thought I was a good person!"

Wesley was a little speechless because he really didn't know how to evaluate it.

After holding it in for a long time, I forced myself to say: "We are not those street gangsters!"

"Ah."

why are you laughing! !

Roland held his chin up and closed the car window with a smile. After a while, Roland got out of the car with a strange bow tie around his neck.

"What are you looking at? It's tied with tissue paper."

Wesley was completely unwilling to speak. He only regretted that he should not have brought this guy here.

This person seems to be looking for trouble.

Or maybe the real problem is more serious.

This guy is simply mentally ill.

…………

Worried, Wesley took Roland with him and walked into the restaurant with the support of the boys in all black suits.

Walking all the way to the window on the other side of the main entrance, Wesley was not surprised that there were no five-hundred swordsmen or large oil pans on the road. This was entirely out of trust in Kingpin's own strength.

Do lions need sheep as bodyguards?

Lions only need sheep to fill their bellies. In Jin Bin's eyes, probably the vast majority of people in the world can only be counted as sheep.

Of course, this also includes the guest named Roland he is going to meet today.

On the other side of the restaurant, next to the huge glass window, a tall and sturdy guy, who was hard to believe was human, was sitting there wearing an elegant and expensive hand-tailored suit, with a fierce face and a shiny forehead.

"Roland! Are you looking for death?"

Wesley couldn't believe his ears. It was the first time he saw someone dare to say this in front of Jin Bin.

"what?"

Roland also looked shocked: "Did I say it?!"

At this time, Kingpin, who had been focusing on the wine in the glass, seemed to notice this, and turned his head to look at the guests who were destined to receive his "entertainment" tonight.

He was very young, probably less than 25 years old, about six feet two, yellow, with a shy smile on his face, and he was dressed very disrespectfully. He even came wearing a uniform and sneakers.

"Tell me what you want to tell me. I don't have much time."

Kingpin withdrew his gaze and skillfully cut off a piece of bloody steak. After chewing the steak and swallowing it, he continued: "And I can tell you for sure, I want to get back the injustice Wesley suffered from you. "

Whether he was trying to win people over or acting domineeringly, Kingpin simply said this in front of Roland, the "victim".

As for Roland, he just responded with a warmer and warmer smile, then stretched out his hand to push Wesley aside, and walked straight towards Jin Bin...

seat in front of you.

"Then I really said it."

Kingpin raised his eyes and looked at Roland: "If you don't say it now, you won't have a chance to say it."

"Hey, I understand."

After saying that, Roland turned around sharply and shouted again at the top of his lungs: "Who is it? Give me some fried rice! Give me two cloves of garlic, and some soybean coffee!"

Licking his lips, Roland returned to his shy look: "Can I order two more dishes?"

…………

Roland was full of wine and food, but he didn't know if it was because of the fruit. Anyway, he had digested and absorbed much better now, and his appetite had increased a lot.

If he paid for this meal himself, he would definitely not be able to afford it. Moreover, even if he paid for it himself, it would feel distressing to eat it. Somehow, it would not be as delicious as other people's food.

"Hiccup~~! So cool!"

"Go ahead."

Kingpin still looked coldly: "If your answer doesn't satisfy me, this will be your last meal."

"Why are you in a hurry? Just wait for me for a while. You...what are you going to do?"

Kingpin straightened his clothes and stood up to leave. Only cold words remained in the air.

"kill him."

Before he finished speaking, the young men around him who had been as motionless as logs a moment ago took out their weapons from their bodies in unison and rushed towards them.

"Don't look down on me."

Even without Golden Finger, Roland, as a member of Hydra and a combat machine who has undergone countless tortures and trainings, his combat effectiveness is considerable. Being able to escape from that place speaks volumes.

Of course, these gangsters are not on the same level.

Pulling off the tablecloth and throwing the knives and forks on the table as if they were hidden weapons, Roland moved quickly, like a tiger and a leopard, and instantly knocked down the several big men surrounding him to the ground. Without losing momentum, he rushed towards Jin Bin. past.

Then, after a brief exchange of punches and kicks, Roland flew over at a faster speed and knocked down a table, chairs and benches.

"Damn, are you really a human? You're so big and you move so fast!"

Roland covered his arms and got up from the ground, his face dropped, looking very unhappy.

Opposite Jin Bin was just the opposite. He hadn't encountered such a reckless opponent for a long time, and he hadn't personally killed someone for a long time.

"Oh, you made the right choice."

Kingpin rubbed his fingers and walked towards Roland: "But you chose the wrong opponent."

"Tsk~ Not necessarily~"

With one arm stretched out straight and two fingers raised, Roland picked up a broken piece of glass on the ground and whispered: "ROOM, scalpel!"

Then with a gentle wave, a spreading semicircular "air cover" quickly appeared with Roland as the center.

Although Jinji was keenly aware that something was wrong and stepped back, he still could not move faster than the air cover and was enveloped.

The next second, Roland suddenly appeared in front of Jin Bing out of thin air, holding a transparent cube in his hand.

"Now, if you're interested, wait a little longer and hear me out, Kingpin."

Stretching out his hand, Jin Bin saw that in the cube Roland was holding was a beating heart.

With a slightly gloomy expression, Jin Bin reached out to touch his heart.

There was nothing there.