Overwatch Heroes Mixed With Marvel

Seeing that the stunned expression on Wang Dalong's face did not look like he was deliberately pretending, Old Henry coughed dryly and explained:

"Of the three people you killed, the one named Monte was the son of the boss of the Sea Serpent Gang."

"And he's just such a son."

Old Henry's anxiety was written all over his face.

"so what"

Wang Dalong spread his hands, gently placed the paper bag back on the bar, and spoke with a smile.

"And why do you think I killed them?"

"They themselves disappeared around here, no one else is to blame."

Old Henry opened his mouth wide and was speechless for a long time.

After a long while, he rubbed his eyes and pretended to be surprised: "Hey, I locked the door before going to bed. Who opened it again?"

"You opened the door"

"No."

"Has anyone come in?"

"No."

"Oh, that."

Old Henry nodded, walked over, locked the door of the bar, and put up a "Closed for Three Days" sign.

Finally, as he walked back, he muttered: "No one came at night, no one came at night, at night"

Looking at the old man's cute look, Wang Dalong didn't find it a bit funny.

Early the next morning, Wang Dalong rolled around comfortably on the "bed", and then

咚

It almost made a hole in the wooden floor.

"I relied on that wicked guy to get me"

He didn't remember until he saw the environment in front of him clearly.

It turns out that he is no longer on the original earth.

After sighing deeply, Wang Dalong calmed down. Since he can only stay in the DC Universe, he should stay well.

"Uncle Henry"

After walking around the bar, no sign of old Henry was seen.

"This old melon skin won't slip away, will it?"

Wang Dalong scratched his head, opened the cash register and took a look. The money was still there, and it didn't look like it was gone.

"Did something happen?"

Wang Dalong found a chair and sat down, picked up a few slices of bread and started to nibble on it.

"Although Uncle Henry looks submissive, looking at the posture he held the shotgun yesterday, it is definitely the most authentic posture, and it has been improved to a certain extent, allowing him to make more effective striking movements when shooting. These are beyond the reach of ordinary firearms enthusiasts.”

"In addition, judging from his behavior when he heard about the murder yesterday, although he pretended to be panicked, there was no trace of fear in his eyes. I guess he must be a character with lives on his hands."

"A killer mercenary or..."

Just when I was lost in thought, the wooden door of the bar was pushed open.

Old Henry came back with a shovel in his hand.

"So early, where have you been?"

Wang Dalong smiled and said hello, and pointed to the bread on the plate.

"Have you had breakfast?"

"Don't eat."

Old Henry seemed to have something on his mind, and after forcing a smile on his face, he walked behind the bar.

Wang Dalong looked at his back thoughtfully.

"There is fresh and moist soil on the uppers of the shoes. Judging from the color, it is most likely the soil from the cliff."

"What do you want to do by going there so early?"

Suddenly, I felt a cold feeling in my lower back.

"Oops."

Wang Dalong's heart tightened. The pistol on his waist reminded him of something.

Cartridge case

It's over, I forgot to collect the cartridge case.

By the way, I forgot to erase the footprints too.

Wang Dalong felt his mouth go dry for a while.

The first time I killed people and silenced them, I still felt a little unskilled at it. Only later did I realize that there were so many things that had not been covered up.

However, it seems, should, seems like someone has helped him deal with the aftermath.

Wang Dalong raised his head, and old Henry was looking at him deeply.

"You are very good, but you are ruthless and inexperienced."

As he spoke, Old Henry walked to the table, and the things he was holding tightly in his hands fell on the table, making a jingling sound.

bullet

Two yellow bullet casings were scattered on the table.

Not two

Why are there two bullets? He obviously fired three shots, so why are there only three bullets?

"Uncle Henry, why are there only three?"

"I was just going to ask you." Old Henry pulled up a chair, sat down opposite Wang Dalong, and asked in a serious tone: "Did you pick up bullets yesterday?"

After receiving a negative answer, Old Henry asked again: "Tell me, where did you fire the gun yesterday, and what was the height and angle?"

After some deductions, old Henry's eyes were covered with a layer of frost.

"The warhead is 100% lodged in the head. There is no need to think about it."

"I have also processed the footprints. I am also prepared for the search by police dogs."

"The problem now is"

"One shell missing."

To Wang Dalong, the calm tone sounded like a sledgehammer hitting his heart.

A missing bullet casing might have been a small matter in normal times, but now, it was a big deal.

He has just arrived in the DC Universe, and its foundation is not yet stable.

Let alone a person with superpowers, even if he is stacked with humans, he can be stacked to death.

And in the secular world, he does not yet have strong power.

Once in court, he doesn't have enough ability to excuse himself, and he can't even find a good defense lawyer.

"Uncle Henry, will the bullet casing fall into the soil?"

"No, I've searched it and there's no trace."

Old Henry picked up a cartridge case and took a deep breath.

"Okay, come with me to the city."

"Remember, we have been living in Gotham City since last night."

After saying that, Old Henry began to pack his luggage.

Wang Dalong smiled bitterly, his fate was really rough, there were always things bumping into him that didn't know whether to live or die.

And behind them there are even more difficult old guys.

"Let's go."

More than half an hour later, Old Henry locked the store door and called Wang Dalong to get in the car.

This is a black pickup truck, the model with the largest sales volume in the United States.

"Uncle Henry, let's talk first, I don't have money."

Wang Dalong sat in the passenger seat and said with a grimace.

"Look at the way you are digging and digging, you look like a little Grandet." Old Henry spat, and said angrily: "Old man, I still have some savings, I don't need you to pay for it."

The drive all the way to the city took about an hour.

The distance is about sixty or seventy kilometers.

"It's here."

The pickup truck stopped in front of an apartment building.

"On the eighth floor, take your luggage and go up first. I'll park the car."

Old Henry threw a bunch of keys to Wang Dalong and parked the car on his own.

"The old guy is a thief. Leave the hard work to me and do the easy work yourself."

After Wang Dalong made a casual remark, he shook the keys in his hand with one hand and carried his luggage with the other hand, and walked into the apartment building.

On the way here, Wang Dalong discovered that although this place is the center of Gotham City, it is not very popular.

Just this neighborhood. I saw only one or two people on the road.

Two elevators were lined up in the center of the apartment building. Wang Dalong pressed the up button.

Taking a moment, he looked at the stairs again, which were located on the right side of the elevator.

Ding.

The elevator stopped on the first floor, and the elevator door slowly opened.

Wang Dalong walked into the elevator.

But until the elevator door was completely closed, he still felt that something was not right.