Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

Roland is not very good at obtaining what he needs through legitimate means. This stems from the three views and "skills" that have been shaped for him by his education.

When a person tries violent means to solve a problem without any restraint or influence, and without any consequences at all, violent means will become the only means he can use.

Obviously, when agents are being trained, they do not teach literature and history classes.

……

As long as a city has normal interpersonal and social relationships, there will inevitably be snakes, insects, rats, and ants who make a living by breaking the law and committing crimes. To put it more deeply, this stems from a certain evil nature of human nature. To put it simply, these are the People are not good at creating social value and only obtain the means of production through violent plunder.

But no matter what, they cannot be said to be useless.

For example, looking for people.

Unless dozens or hundreds of times more human and material resources are used, it is not that easy to find someone in a city who has no past.

Bound by rules, it is sometimes difficult for law enforcement officers to penetrate into places where they are deliberately hidden.

And this kind of place is precisely the "working scope" of this group of snakes, insects, rats and ants.

Therefore, Roland did not try to find any private detective, offer any reward, or make any news to attract the other party to come and look for him.

To put it simply, Roland knew what the top underground forces in the city were and where they were through those guys kneeling on the ground.

Things are even simpler after that.

He came to the door overnight and politely asked for help. After the other party agreed, he helped him heal his wounds and temporarily cut off the other person's heart to explain his request.

It's that simple.

Roland woke up from the hotel at seven o'clock in the afternoon, came out of the back door of the bar before eight o'clock, arrived at the first bar at eight-thirty, and came out of the last bar at one o'clock in the morning.

It took more than four hours, and more than a thousand people in the entire city had been directly mobilized to put aside all "work" and all emotions at hand to help him find the man who only had rough information.

Suddenly, the whole city came alive at night. There were countless tall, blond men walking on the street. Someone came around to check his ID and asked for his name and address.

But I kept busy until early morning and still couldn't find the "person with no past at all."

However, they couldn't sleep because the order above was: until they are found!

Then an even more exaggerated scene appeared. All these low-level people who had acquaintances would make phone calls, and those who had no acquaintances would spend money to buy information. A bar owner could be asked for information more than ten times a night by completely different gang members.

Then something more magical happened.

Starting at around nine o'clock in the morning, the reward order for a nameless blond man with an unknown face was passed around the underground world crazily and blatantly.

His bounty is updated in real time and is always in a state of change. One second it was still 200 yuan. The next second you put down your wine glass, wiped your beard, and heard a certain social youth next to you say bitterly that he was willing. With private investment, the reward was increased to 12000 yuan. Before these words were heard from the bar to the door, the amount passed back from the door had already become yuan.

It changes almost every second and keeps rising.

From the time when the so-called reward order came out at around nine o'clock, by around ten o'clock, the price had already reached more than 100,000.

Moreover, he is growing at a faster rate.

Because now there is even crazier news spreading in the underground world: the boss of a certain gang has died of a heart attack because he used a fake blond man to trick someone. The remaining bosses went out in person and raised money! add people!

Then, the whole city fell into madness, and everyone was secretly discussing the news that everyone knew.

At this time, the reward has reached 300,000, and it is still increasing.

As a result, the crime rate in the entire city fell to an unprecedented low on this day that is estimated to never be surpassed. No one is snatching cars, no one is selling washing powder, no one is getting into squabbles and turf wars.

Everyone came out of their homes and went to the streets and other places, staring at every passerby.

The barber shop and the wig seller made a fortune, and all the customers they received throughout the morning were blond men with red eyes.

In this environment, Roland finally woke up again.

"This bed is really not good. It's too soft. I can't sleep on it."

Waking up from the big bed in the best room of the best local hotel, Roland finished washing up in a daze, went to the first floor to eat, and made a phone call to a certain boss he met yesterday.

"Crooked? Have you found anyone?"

A trembling voice came from the other end of the phone: "For now, for now..."

"Oh, I'll call you later. By the way, are you together now?"

"What you said is..."

"Just you guys, the bosses of this gang and that faction, the bandit leaders and so on."

"We are indeed together, but we are here to better discuss and coordinate the matter of finding someone for you. There is absolutely no..."

beep~

Roland hung up the phone directly, finished eating, went upstairs to get a suitcase, wiped his mouth and went out, wandered around casually, found a park, took out a beating heart from the suitcase, and threw it to the stray dog have eaten.

"Well, let's see who is unlucky."

After feeding the stray dogs, Roland went to the square and bought some bread for the pigeons. He just sat on the bench, broke the bread and fed the pigeons.

On the other side, a certain boss who had just put down the phone wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, walked back to the long table, looked at the familiar faces in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Maybe we should join forces and find Those people up there helped.”

"Hmph! I think we should collectively invest in hiring a killer group. It would be better to kill that guy first!"

"Correct!"

"I think so too! Who are we, how can we be coerced like this! This is a shame!"

"That's right! I agree too!"

Suddenly, because of a suggestion, the people on both sides of the long table got into a quarrel. No one agreed with the original suggestion. Instead, they were arguing excitedly about who to hire and who to help them and others get out of this situation. tone.

The person at the head of the table, who had just answered the phone, had been watching them quarrel without saying a word.

until……

The guy who yelled the loudest suddenly loosened his waving fists, covered his heart, vomited blood, and fell limply on the table.

he died.

Everyone at the table was experienced, and of course they could all see that the guy died of severe, rapid and fatal organ damage.

With this amount of bleeding, it can only be the stomach, lungs... or heart.

"Now……"

The man at the head of the table knocked lightly on the table, but no one noticed that his fingers were also trembling slightly.

"...Does anyone have any different opinions?"

He looked at each person one by one: "You? You? Or you?

None of them, right? Then hurry up. Otherwise...we wouldn't have had the chance to attend each other's funerals.

quick--! ! ! "