The King of Fighters in the Marvel World

A manor somewhere in Miami was brightly lit and heavily guarded, with guards patrolling by from time to time. In a shadow, Ling Cheng jumped up to the window sill with Tony, took out the armor from his backpack and put it on for Tony. The two looked at each other. Take a quick look inside.

Two armed men were on meticulous guard in the spacious and bright corridor, but two iron hands stretched out from behind to cover their faces and lifted them directly into the next room. Ling Cheng then put the weapons dropped by the two into his backpack and followed them into the house. They looked horrified as they were pointed at Tony's laser cannon.

"You answer whatever I ask, do you understand that if you don't cooperate, you will die?" Iron Man's emotionless mechanical voice sounded.

I have to say that the deterrent effect of the two fully charged and shining laser cannons is still very strong. The two looked at each other and nodded quickly.

"I count 321 and whoever answers slowly will die. If the two answers are different, then both will die. Think carefully before answering. There are many people here. If you die, I will arrest a few more. Don't think I'm joking." Ling Chengyin Xianxin added.

The two people opposite couldn't help but tremble when they heard Ling Cheng's words. They looked at Ling Cheng in horror. Is this person a devil?

The two people who were asked the question quickly had their necks broken by Ling Cheng with despair on their faces.

Tony didn't expect Ling Cheng to directly kill him and couldn't help but said, "There's no need to kill."

"What if they wake up after being knocked unconscious? Do you think they are qualified to be forgiven?" Ling Cheng asked back

Tony was stunned and didn't say anything else.

"I only know that Mr. Manchu is in the hall on the left. What should we do now?" Ling Cheng said helplessly. He had used his mental energy to search the area before and could not find Killian or Pepper.

"Capture the thief first. Capture the king first. Then catch Lord Man. Find out the whereabouts of Little Pepper." Tony went directly to the main room.

Ling Cheng heard Tony say that he was going to find the fake Mandarin and originally wanted to stop him. His idea was to find Killian directly and kill him, but after thinking about it, he followed Tony.

After getting rid of the guard at the door, the two walked into a magnificent room. Ling Cheng couldn't help but curled his lips. The decoration style of the room was simply outrageous. Everything seemed to be decorated in a unified way to highlight one theme, that is, being rich.

On a gorgeous big bed, two hot beauties covered their mouths like frightened deer and looked at the two people who came in. Ling Cheng raised a finger in front of his mouth to signal the two of them to be silent. The two beauties nodded obediently and looked towards the bathroom next to them involuntarily.

Ling Cheng was very satisfied with the performance of the two beauties. He discovered that in American movies, whenever someone infiltrates or assassinates, no matter how skilled the assassin is, he will always be discovered by the beautiful woman in the room, and the beautiful woman will always be very cooperative and may even provide an assist. The professional quality of American hot girls is undoubtedly evident.

"Hey, honey, you've been waiting for a long time." The Mandarin walked out with a smile, wrapped in a bath towel, and was greeted by a laser cannon that could be activated at any time.

"Hey. Hey. Hey. Don't do anything. If you want money or something, just take it and don't hurt me." The Mandarin, who was still confused about the situation, hurriedly raised his hands and said.

Unexpectedly, when he raised his hands, the bathrobe that had not yet been wrapped in him slipped directly off. Revealing the ugly enoki mushroom. It's really annoying to the eyes. Ling Cheng quickly turned his head away and happened to see the two hot girls on the bed covering their eyes with their hands as they looked constipated. Please, you are here to serve him, why don't you hurt others so much? Ling Cheng was speechless.

Tony's eyes were also hurt, but when he looked at it from a close distance, his hands were a little unsteady, and the laser cannon vibrated. If he hadn't been worried about Little Pepper's safety, he would have killed the old guy with one shot.

The Mandarin who originally raised his hands high and didn't even dare to cover his penis when it was gone looked at the fluctuating laser cannon and quickly picked up the bath towel and wrapped it up. He raised his hand obediently again.

"You all go into the bathroom." Tony said to the two hotties.

The two hot girls quickly got off the bed and ran to the bathroom without even having time to put on their shoes. Watching the two pairs of footballs swinging up and down, Ling Cheng smacked his lips. He missed his Mai Zhuo.

"The old guy knows how to enjoy it." Ling Cheng smiled at the Mandarin.

"You can use it if you need it, you're welcome." The Mandarin rolled his eyes and said flatteringly.

"Haha, labor women are much prettier than these two." Ling Cheng looked at the useless old man and chuckled.

"You're not the Mandarin, you're fake," Tony said in surprise. He had been observing this old man from the beginning and his behavior definitely did not fit the image of the ruthless Mandarin.

"It's fake, it's always fake." The old man said hurriedly

"My name is Trevor Slattery. Who are you?"

"Are you a decoy or a substitute?" Tony asked, raising his laser cannon.

"I'm not a stand-in, I'm an actor. I just play this role. The Mandarin himself doesn't exist at all." The old man explained

"He is a scapegoat. It seems that Killian is the mastermind." Ling Cheng interrupted.

"Killian captured a woman, do you know where she is being held?" Ling Cheng went straight to the point.

"I don't know. I'm just an actor, a puppet." The old man said helplessly

"Ask me again, where is that woman?" Ling Cheng put his hand on the old man's head and said coldly.

Feeling the increasing strength and pain on his head, the old man panicked and said, "In the basement, she was taken to the basement."

Just then gunfire rang out. Ling Cheng stepped aside. Several sparks jumped up from Tony's armor and he dodged to one side, while the old man in the middle had several bullet holes in his chest and completely turned into a dead old man.

Seeing the old man being killed, Ling Cheng and Iron Man had different expressions. Ling Cheng looked indifferent. This dead old man was a death sentence for him. Who is it that he is the one who has been helping the villain and pretending to be cool on TV? Tony couldn't bear to look at the dead old man.

The gunfire stopped. The enhanced man named Severn came closer to check the situation, and frowned when he saw the cool old man. Iron Man ducked out and fired a laser cannon, knocking Seven away. Ling Cheng cut off the old man's head with a wave of his hand and threw it into his backpack.

"What are you doing?" Iron Man asked in confusion while maintaining a guarded posture.

"My apprentice who lost his parents needs an explanation." Ling Cheng said softly.

Violent gunfire rang out, and the alarmed guards fired wildly at the door. Ling Cheng dodged and hid behind Iron Man, sparks flying from his armor. There were also stray bullets that hit Ling Cheng's body, but there was only a slight scratch. Ling Cheng's physique was that even if he was hit by a bullet from the front, it would not be able to penetrate the muscles. But it will hurt

Looking at Tony, who was fighting fiercely with his opponent, Ling Cheng shouted, "Split up." He punched through the wall, ran quickly through the corridor, turned on his mental power, and started looking for Killian. Countless bullets passed behind Ling Cheng, leaving rows of bullet holes. With his mental strength and superhuman speed, the bullets didn't even scratch Ling Cheng's skin.

Iron Man broke through the roof and engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with the opponent. The quiet manor suddenly turned into a battlefield with noises, gunfire, and explosions.