Marvel's King of the Undead

After turning off the music, there was a deathly silence in the bar.

The gangster who stayed in the bar stared at the young man lying on the sofa, not daring to make the slightest sound.

Wayne, on the other hand, closed his eyes as he was minding his own business, and his breathing slowly became even.

Boss Hei felt the change in Wayne and stared at Wayne who was close at hand. Boss Hei hesitated.

After swallowing his saliva, Boss Hei slowly moved his hand to his waist.

There, there was a black pistol.

Slowly pulling out the pistol, Boss Hei looked at Wayne who seemed to be sleeping soundly. His trembling hands showed the tangle in Boss Hei's heart.

At this moment, his mood was just like when he pointed a pistol at his boss a few years ago.

There were only two choices before him, to take action or not to take action.

He chose to take action last time, so he got status, money and everything he wanted.

And this time,

Looking at the sleeping boy in front of him, Boss Hei felt his heart beating crazily and his breathing getting faster and faster.

It seemed that what was lying in front of him was a prehistoric beast.

Holding a gun, the black boss is constantly fighting against the demons in his heart.

"Boom."

The gun was thrown on the table,

Boss Hei wiped the cold sweat from his face and lay back on the sofa as if exhausted.

finally,

He still couldn't make up his mind.

The last decision seemed to have exhausted his courage. Now he did not seek to go further, he just wanted to stay in his current position safely.

After taking a cautious look at Wayne, Boss Hei breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he had not been awakened by the movement just now.

After an unknown amount of time, Wayne opened his eyes again.

After stretching out comfortably, the air in the bar seemed to be a lot fresher after all the gangsters were sent out.

"No results yet?"

Wayne glanced at the pistol on the table and asked with a half-smile.

"almost."

Cold sweat appeared on Boss Hei's forehead again.

As a person who has been in the dark world for a long time, Boss Hei has no other abilities, but he has an amazingly keen sense of danger.

Every time Wayne's eyes glanced over him, he had the illusion of a sharp machete being held to his neck.

Looking down at his watch, Boss Hei said:

"They should be back in an hour."

Nodding, Wayne took out his cell phone and started chatting with his team members, and also learned about his current popularity.

The little fat man is still like a chicken, fighting against the entire American network security team on his own.

Yesterday, while Wayne was wandering around New York, countless enthusiastic citizens spontaneously went to the local police station to report the crime after calling the police to no avail.

The people in the police station received the information from the masses and passed it on layer by layer. Since all the internal networks were breached by the little fat man, all this information was transmitted using the most primitive method.

By the time this information was passed to SHIELD and the highest levels of the U.S. government, Wayne had already disappeared.

Therefore, Wayne is now known as the most difficult wanted criminal in American history.

While Wayne was chatting with a few people, the door of the bar was finally opened.

One by one, the gangsters walked in in a neat line, like primary school students who had just entered school, just holding hands.

"Does anyone have any news?"

Without any prompting from Wayne, Boss Hei stood up directly.

The gangsters who had already entered all remained silent.

Other gangsters came in one after another at the door, and everyone had thick dark circles under their eyes.

Suddenly, a flash of bright red appeared on the all-black clothes.

The last two gangsters to come in dragged a dancer in a bright red leotard.

Boss Hei looked at the dancer whose makeup was stained by crying, and his eyes suddenly twitched.

"Are you two pigs?" A wave of anger rushed to the top of his head, and the black boss angrily yelled at the two of them: "How could such a thing be the target of this handsome guy?"

Signaling his subordinates to let go of the unfortunate dancer, Boss Hei stepped forward and slapped each of his subordinates.

"So, you haven't found any useful information at all."

Wayne stood up too.

The unhurried tone made all the gangsters take a breath.

Wayne's calm tone put far more pressure on them than his boss's roar.

In fact, maybe Wayne himself didn't realize it.

After experiencing many things, as soon as he becomes serious, his whole temperament will change dramatically.

The blood stained on his hands gave him an invisible evil spirit, and his absolute confidence in his own abilities caused him to exert invisible oppression on others from the inside out.

This is the momentum of a master,

Although momentum is invisible and intangible, you can only feel the mental oppression when you face a truly strong person.

Just like when Wayne met Magneto for the first time, Magneto looked like an ordinary old man with white hair, and even his back was a little stooped, but as long as he stood in front of you, it was difficult to take your eyes away from him. open.

Now, to these punks, Wayne is what Magneto was back then.

One inadvertent action can bring them strong mental oppression.

Breathing slowly became heavier,

Boss Hei stood at the front of the gangsters, with large beads of sweat covering his cheeks.

Licking the sweat beads around his mouth, Boss Hei showed a bitter smile on his face.

It seemed that I might not be able to get through this hurdle.

Just as the atmosphere became more and more solemn,

A voice broke the atmosphere of the scene.

"I...my friend saw it."

In the crowd, a thin and short man raised his hand and said.

Just like you raise your hand before answering a question in class, the short man also raised his hand before answering.

It's just that maybe he didn't go to school much. Before Wayne asked him to answer the question, he had already started talking on his own.

"A friend of mine, Lisa, was out shopping three nights ago when she saw a man in a strange uniform walking down the street."

"Most of the uniforms are red with some black decorations. The eyes look like Chinese giant pandas."

After the short man finished speaking, he looked at Wayne in front of him anxiously.

"Oh, it's him, don't be afraid, keep talking."

Wayne, who had already given up, suddenly his eyes lit up.

He hadn't realized how much pressure his silence had put on the gangster below.

As a smile appeared on Wayne's face, the gangsters below let out a sigh of relief, and it seemed that the air around him began to flow again.

"The man in strange clothes whistled at my friend and asked her how to get to a certain factory."

"and then"

Wayne walked directly in front of the short man.

The information this time seemed to be much beyond my expectation.

Maybe you can find Wade's location directly.

"My friend has never heard of the factory he was talking about, but he pointed in one direction, just to the southwest. That side is full of factories."

"Okay, thank you this time."

After listening to the little man's words, Wayne patted the black boss who had been following him.

"it's okay no problem."

Boss Hei looked flattered.

The changes in form today made his heart a little unbearable.

"Okay, it's none of your business. Goodbye."

Waving his hand casually, Wayne left the bar directly.

"Goodbye."

Under the leadership of Black Boss, a group of gangsters followed Wayne out of the bar.

After watching Wayne's figure gradually disappear, Boss Hei finally showed a smile from the bottom of his heart.

"Who wants to see you again?"