Marvel's Antiheroes

Duke kept rocking in the nightclub until past one o'clock in the morning, until various colors of car lights and legs of various colors appeared in his eyes, but he never got the chance to take action.

The black woman was so dedicated that she never left Catherine's side, even following her closely when dancing.

Although she was also twisting her body next to her, looking at the vigilant eyes she kept scanning around, it was clear that her mind was not on dancing at all.

Seeing that there was nothing he could do, Duke left the nightclub and staggered towards where Catherine parked her car.

As he walked, he reached for his crotch, looking like a drunkard looking for a place to urinate.

"Hey, get lost"

The door of the SUV, which looked dark and empty, suddenly opened, and a strong bodyguard walked out. He pushed Duke away, who was about to boo Hennessy, and then waved his fist as big as a casserole, ready to come to him. All at once.

Duke used the strength of the bodyguard to roll to the ground, just in time to avoid the fist.

Then he staggered up and ran away, cursing as he ran.

The bodyguard was about to catch up, but was stopped by another person in the car and sat back angrily.

It seems there is no chance of catching Catherine in the nightclub.

Climbing up to the rooftop of the tall building again, Duke stared at the door of the nightclub while thinking.

Those ordinary bodyguards are not bad. With their own strength and calculation, it is not too difficult to kill them.

But the origin of that black girl is unknown. She should be faster than the two vampires she killed. Her strength is not yet certain, but she is definitely faster than a strong ordinary man.

The last time he collided with the black girl, Duke felt a very evil aura.

The evilness of this aura is completely different from the coldness of a vampire, but a feeling of chaos.

What it is specifically, Duke has little experience and really can't tell.

Fortunately, the feeling that that aura gave Duke was not terrifying and depressing, which meant that Duke and she were still capable of fighting, and it was hard to say who would win.

But even if he could win, Duke would still find it difficult to handle.

If he is entangled by a black girl, he will easily be surrounded by reinforcements from the Forrest family.

Let alone arresting people by then, I'm afraid it won't be easy for them to leave.

In this world, although ordinary firearms are not very powerful, if the number increases, their power is still terrifying.

It would be easier to find a way to separate the black girl from Catherine and control Catherine first.

As I pondered over where and when to start, an hour had passed before I knew it.

Catherine Forrest and Jason Stanton walked out of the nightclub, followed by their respective bodyguards.

Catherine and the black girl got into a fiery red Ferrari, while Jason got into a bull, and the other bodyguards got into off-road vehicles.

When the four cars drove out of the nightclub, they split into two convoys.

Catherine's Ferrari turned left with an off-road vehicle, while Daniel and another off-road vehicle turned right and parted ways.

Not easy to do

This black girl is really attached to Katherine.

This made Duke even more suspicious of Catherine.

With Hei Niu's skills, she should be one of the best even among the Forrest family. Why would she be arranged to be a bodyguard for a junior?

Could it be that this Catherine has some unknown secret?

Looking at the two cars driving away, Duke fell into deep thought.

In the next few days, Duke began to make plans.

It's all designed around how to deal with a black chick and how to get away quickly.

Two days later, Duke saw Catherine walking into the nightclub again.

This time there were more people accompanying her, a total of nine young people, with their own bodyguards and the like.

Seeing them entering the nightclub, Duke immediately went downstairs, drove a car stolen from the gang, and left with several steel pipes.

As for the original owner of the car, Duke had already stuffed it into the sewer.

More than an hour later, Duke returned to the door of the nightclub. There was a trembling drug addict in the car. These guys exuding a decadent atmosphere can be regarded as a specialty of Brooklyn.

After giving the addict some powder to satisfy his cravings, Duke gave him another half bottle of whiskey, two hamburgers, and a vegetable and fruit salad.

"After a while, you follow me in and remember the person I pointed out. I want to pick up a girl. You go and spit on the girl and the black girl next to the girl. Do you remember? It's done. This bag of fans is all over. It’s yours, and there’s still this money. I’ll give you five first, and I’ll give you the rest when you finish it. If you don’t finish it, you have to spit out what you eat.”

The addict understood what Duke meant by the two kinds of vomiting. He looked at the pistol that Duke deliberately exposed and the bloody agave tattoo on the back of his hand, and nodded hurriedly.

Duke ordered the addict twice, and when he remembered it, he took him into the nightclub in Franklin's honor.

First he carefully pointed out the target to the addict, and then relying on his own brute strength, Duke squeezed the thin addict to the middle of the dance floor, and then slowly backed away.

"vomit"

As the junkie got closer to the black girl, he smacked his throat and sprayed a stream of filth towards the two women.

With the black girl's strength, she could have easily avoided the filth.

But out of professionalism, she grabbed a cockscomb next to her and blocked her in front of Catherine.

"fxxx fxxx fxxx"

The filthy cockscomb kicked the addict in the stomach.

The addict had just eaten a large amount of food and half a bottle of whiskey. This hit caused him to explode again. Breadcrumbs, lettuce, apples, oranges, and colorful filth were flying all over the sky.

The black girl, who originally had only a small amount of dirt on her body, couldn't escape this time and got even more dirt on her body.

Catherine, who had been screaming and retreating, screamed louder, and a few drops of bread crumbs and a broken lettuce leaf fell on her.

Fortunately, the two bodyguards helped him block more filth.

"kill him"

Catherine screamed and wiped her filth on the clothes of the bodyguard in front of her.

"You don't look like a master."

Duke, who was standing far away, was mixed in with the crowd and watched Catherine's movements.

What he was most worried about was that Catherine was the kind of person who pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger, and was very skilled, so he would be out of luck.

The current situation was favorable for his next plan, and he decided to continue.

In nightclubs, it was common for someone to vomit after drinking, so the turmoil on the dance floor quickly calmed down.

As a few cleaners came over to clean up the floor, it was time for others to play and dance.

Only those who were stained with filth were depressed.

If you're not particular about it, just go to the bathroom and take a shower and continue playing.

The fastidious one is ready to leave now.

Catherine is naturally very particular, and she is currently walking out with her two friends cursing.