Overwatch Heroes Mixed With Marvel

Mjolnir, wrapped in a layer of lightning, hit Hawkeye's chest accurately.

Under the heavy blow, Hawkeye flew back more than ten meters, his face turned pale.

"Hit me with missiles." Wang Dalong threw the hammer in his hand and looked at Coulson with evil intentions.

He was frightened when he thought about that previous experience. The triple blow of lightning, high temperature and high pressure almost made him collapse. If he hadn't exchanged twenty biological grenades in time after the gold coins skyrocketed, maybe he would be here now. It became a pile of ashes.

"Do you believe me that we didn't inform the director?"

Colson had a bitter look on his face. Looking at this posture, he would be the next one to be hit by Wang Dalong's hammer.

"Letter. I took this hammer with me."

To his surprise, Wang Dalong finished speaking calmly, turned around and left.

Wesker Street, Salted Fish Bar.

"Here, have another drink"

Sol held a one-liter beer glass and clinked it with a few guys.

"Saul, you've drank six barrels of beer."

"And when will you pay back the month's worth of wine you owe?"

Wang Dalong put down the glass in his hand that had not yet been cleaned, took out the account book from under the counter and started reading.

"The Salted Fish Gang, including today's debt, owes me a total of six thousand dollars."

The three thick-looking old men stared with eyes blurred by drinking, and said with their tongues open: "Old, boss, please have another drink."

Seeing that these three people were showing signs of going crazy due to alcoholism, Wang Dalong walked out of the bar and gently pressed the three people's Dazhui points with his thumb. The three people who were dancing at first had a peaceful expression on their faces and slowly fell down on the sofa.

"Hello, brother Molotov?" Wang Dalong dialed a few numbers.

"Well, Boss Wang, they went to your place to drink again." A rough voice sounded on the other end of the phone.

"When will you take them away? It's time to settle the account. I'll give you a change, six thousand. If you want cash, bring it to me before nine o'clock."

After speaking, Wang Dalong hung up the phone.

"Everyone, I'm sorry, the shop is closed today. Please hurry up early tomorrow. Thank you for your support."

Seeing that the time had reached 8:45, Wang Dalong began to clean up the bar.

"Xianyu, go and clean the cup."

It is really a pleasure to sit comfortably on the sofa and watch Thor clean up.

Who else in the world can have this kind of treatment except that guy Odin?

"Well done, I'll give you an extra $10."

Seeing the former Thor working hard as a waiter, Wang Dalong couldn't help but feel guilty.

"thank you boss"

When he heard that he was being given a salary increase, Sol moved his hands a little faster.

It has been more than a month since he returned from New Mexico, and Sol has gradually adapted to life in the world, provided that he is under the care of Wang Dalong.

In the first few days, for the sake of his own face and the face of the Gods, Thor left the bar alone and planned to conquer the world with his hands. However, he was soon sent back to the bar.

The boss of the Salted Fish Gang, the Molotov who had just called, personally sent Sol to the Salted Fish Bar. According to him, this guy with a brain full of muscles broke into their hall and injured several of their brothers before he was finally subdued by everyone.

However, according to Saul, he just saw people eating inside, so he wanted to go in and eat some, but he didn't expect that he was kicked out as soon as he entered.

Obviously, this guy thought he was in Asgard.

After returning to the Salted Fish Bar, this Salted Fish was not honest either. This guy drank all the barrels of red wine that Wang Dalong had flown in from France, and the remaining dozen barrels of beer were not spared either.

Fortunately, Wang Dalong discovered it early, otherwise the box of twelve bottles of Moutai aged wine hidden in the deepest part of the wine cellar would not be spared.

After stealing a few more drinks and smashing up the bar several times, Wang Dalong was honored to become Thor's creditor.

$430,000 in debt

This is not because he is cheating, but because the price is so real.

A few barrels of red wine cost more than 200,000 yuan, and the custom-made mahogany chairs and tables in the bar also cost more than 200,000 yuan. In total, he even wiped out a few thousand fractions for Saul.

"I will consider giving you a salary increase next month," Wang Dalong said as he saw Sol working hard, "I'll give you a thousand dollars a month, including food and accommodation."

"thank you boss"

There were almost tears in Sol's eyes. It had only been a month, and he was going to be given a raise of three hundred. This is simply a good American boss.

Alas, I am still too kind. Wang Dalong shook his head, one thousand dollars a month, four hundred and thirty thousand dollars, four hundred and thirty months, less than forty years.

Poor Saul didn't even know he was being sold, and happily helped some profiteer count the money.

"Dear Boss Wang"

At five minutes before nine o'clock, an old man with a beard walked into the bar, followed by about a dozen boys.

"Brother Molotov, you're early. Do you want something to drink?"

Wang Dalong raised his eyes and asked.

"The wine bars, the ones you have in your cellar."

Molotov replied subconsciously.

""

"No, just drink boiled water."

Wang Dalong's face froze, he glanced at Sol who was still wiping the glass, and took a glass of water, "Sol, here are ten glasses of beer, small cups."

"It's six thousand dollars."

When the minute and second hands skipped twelve, Molotov took out a yellow envelope.

"Well, it's settled."

Wang Dalong took the envelope and nodded with satisfaction, without opening it to check.

Because there is no need.

"Boss, if you are short of money, tell your brothers that you can have as much as you want."

When Molotov saw Wang Dalong carefully stuffing the envelope into his arms, he couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "The Salted Fish Gang is yours."

"Hey, stop it, I'm a serious businessman, the Salted Fish Gang belongs to you Molotov, I'm just a bar owner."

Wang Dalong waved his hands, looking serious.

"Boss, you changed the name of our gang."

Molotov couldn't laugh or cry. Originally, the Salted Fish Gang was called the Molotov Brotherhood, but everything changed after he went to the Salted Fish Bar to collect protection money.

"You are still the boss of the Xianyu Gang, and I am still the bar owner, do you understand?"

Wang Dalong once again emphasized that he never wanted to get involved with gangs, even gangs that hoe the strong and support the weak. At most, he would be a hands-off shopkeeper, guiding the development path behind the scenes.

"Boss, I took him away."

Molotov drank the water, stood up and left.

He was in a hurry to go on night patrol. This was one of the gang laundering plans arranged by Wang Dalong.

The robbery case some time ago had already given him a headache, and he didn't want something like this to happen again.

Work hard, your territory will not only be in Manhattan from now on

Wang Dalong did not say this sentence.

Sol looked at Wang Dalong, who was like a gang boss, and was a little stunned.

"Why are you looking at this? Go clean your cup," Wang Dalong said angrily.

If a salted fish doesn't force him with a knife, he will always be a salted fish.

Even if you turn over.

Sol is such a salty fish now