Marvel's King of the Undead

Half an hour later, Wayne followed three black men to a bar.

In this silent night, this place became the most lively area in the city.

At the door of the bar, there were several gangsters squatting on the roadside talking about something.

Seeing three black men, one of the gangsters shouted:

"You guys came really late today."

"Ah, yes."

The black man who was still searching the body replied with an embarrassed look on his face.

"Who is this"

The gangster looked at Wayne behind the black man with a provocative expression.

"Uh... My friend, okay, I'll go in and see the boss."

After sneaking a glance at Wayne's expression, the black man didn't say much, but took Wayne directly into the bar.

"verb tense, verb tense..."

As soon as he entered the bar, Wayne was immediately surrounded by deafening music.

On the dance floor of the bar, there were more than a dozen people swaying to the rhythm. Judging by their appearance, they were all members of the gang.

Looking around disdainfully, this was Wayne's second time entering the bar.

The previous time was Tony's birthday, and although the bar was made a mess later, Wayne felt that even after the fight, that bar was much better than this bar.

"Which one is your boss?"

Wayne said loudly to the black man in front of him.

"that."

The black man pointed forward.

Wayne followed the black man's fingers and looked to the left side of the stage. A black man wearing a big gold chain, a big gold ring, and a big gold bracelet was lying on the sofa with his legs crossed.

No longer paying attention to the black man, Wayne walked over.

"Hey kid, you're blocking me."

The black boss looked at Wayne in front of him and said.

"Did you see a chatterbox in a tights three days ago?"

Wayne ignored Boss Hei's words. The turbid air mixed with the pungent smell in the bar made him feel uncomfortable.

"you wanna die."

Boss Hei didn't say anything, but everyone else around him stood up and shouted at Wayne.

"Hey."

Sighing, Wayne suddenly disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, the gangsters in the bar suddenly began to fall to the ground one after another without warning.

Wayne is like an invisible ghost, quietly moving among the crowd, constantly harvesting the gangsters in the bar.

The lively music covered up every sound that Wayne made. In the dim environment, the gangster in the bar was knocked to the ground without even being able to see Wayne's shadow.

Two minutes later, Wayne once again appeared in front of the black boss who was so scared that he peed.

"Can you answer my question?"

"No...have not seen..."

Boss Hei stuttered in reply.

Wayne's actions just now shocked the black boss, who had not done anything in person for a long time. At this time, Wayne no longer looked like a harmless person.

The battle just now and the impatience in his heart left Wayne with a chilling aura around him.

"You...are a mutant"

Boss Hei asked cautiously.

Although he doesn't watch the news, he still knows something about mutants. Danger is synonymous with mutants.

"You don't know me either"

Wayne was slightly startled.

It shouldn't be,

In New York, even the kids on the street knew him, so he had to wear a hat.

Why did he come here? No one knew him.

"Don't you usually watch TV or the news?"

"dont see."

The black boss replied without thinking.

These little leaders are indulged in a life of drunkenness and gold all day long. The day and night are completely reversed. Where can I tell you the news at night?

Even if they did, they wouldn't waste their time on that kind of thing.

"...Back to the topic, are you sure you haven't seen anyone wearing red tights before?"

Wayne asked, staring at the black boss, with a hint of danger in his eyes.

"Really do not have"

Boss Hei almost cried.

"Then contact the other gangsters here." Wayne sat down directly next to the black boss and patted him on the shoulder. "I'll give you one day. I want to know the news I want to know before 6 p.m. tomorrow. "

Looking at the trembling Black Boss, Wayne continued:

"Don't think about calling the police, I will always stay here with you."

"it is good.."

Boss Hei forced a smile on his face, and without daring to waste a moment, he stood up and walked to the middle of the bar.

At this time, the other gangsters were gradually recovering from the blow just now.

From the beginning, Wayne planned to rely on these little gangsters to get information for him, so he stopped trying.

"Listen to me, you losers. Now, immediately mobilize the people you know, whether they are friends or relatives, and ask them if they saw a pervert wearing a red tights three nights ago. .”

"I hope to see him here at 5 o'clock tomorrow."

Facing his younger brothers, the black boss no longer looked timid like when he faced Wayne, and his voice was full of domineering.

After a pause, Boss Hei gritted his teeth and said again:

"If you see that damn bastard, break his legs and bring him to me."

At this time, the black boss thought that Wayne was looking for revenge on the man in the tights, and he was in trouble by the way.

After seeing Wayne's strength, the black boss directly gave up the idea of ​​​​retaliation, and instead transferred all his anger to the man in the tights.

Turning around and looking at the younger brothers in the booth on the other side, Boss Hei ordered:

"Go and ask a few other gangs if they have seen the person I mentioned."

Seeing his younger brothers start to take action, the black boss immediately came to Wayne with a sneer on his face.

"They have already set off. I will definitely leave this person in your hands tomorrow afternoon."

After looking at the obsequious Black Boss, Wayne did not explain the misunderstanding.

No matter what Black Boss thinks, all Wayne cares about is whether he will try his best to do it.

Now that the black boss is full of anger and wants to find Wade for revenge, it would be better, at least it can improve his enthusiasm.

Wayne never thought that the Black Boss could find Wade directly. After all, a place where even Wade's strength was compromised was not accessible to such a ruffian. All he needed was some relevant information, which could at least provide him with guidance. Click the direction.

Ignoring the black boss, Wayne ordered a gangster next to him to turn off the music in the bar, then lay down on the sofa with his eyes closed and rested.

Even he was feeling a little tired after several hours of running at full strength.

After finding out the news about Wade, what awaits him will be an even more difficult battle, and he needs to adjust his condition in advance.

Meanwhile, gangsters all over Detroit were busy.

From time to time there are gangsters running around in groups on the dim streets. Whenever they see someone on the street, they will go up and question them.

Some timid people even took the initiative to take out their wallets when they saw a group of rough and tumble gangsters approaching them, looking resigned to their fate.

However, what surprised them was that after this group of gangsters came over, they didn't even look at their wallets, but kept asking about the red tights.

After asking to no avail, he didn't say anything bad, but continued to walk towards the next person who came home late at night, looking impatient as if someone was holding a knife to their neck.

Countless latecomers will look back on today's experience with some strangeness many years later, as if all the gangsters in Detroit had reformed that night.

Instead of robbing and fighting, they all focused on finding the missing persons.

At the same time, who the man in the red tights was has become a mystery that has never been solved in the hearts of Detroiters who experienced that night.