The true story of murder in the Marvel world

After Arthur calmed down a little, he saw that although Alex's pupils were occupied by black, his expression was still cold. If he entered a violent state, his face would be very ferocious and terrifying.

"Are you really Alex? What are your pupils like?"

Arthur asked cautiously, for fear of irritating his inner demons. After all, it was best not to fight, and it was the best for him.

However, Alex stopped talking, and the blackness in his pupils began to dissipate, returning to their original appearance.

As for the inner demon, it no longer exists, or in other words, it has been integrated into his character.

"Boss, where are you going? The facilities outside Hydra have been destroyed by us, and a lot of mutant stones have been found, but the alien children who were puppeted have not been found."

When Arthur saw Alex walking around him and walking forward without answering, he was immediately confused. Although he was usually weird enough, he looked even more cold and cold now.

"You guys go back first, I have some things to deal with."

After Alex said these last words, the dark wings spread out behind him, soared into the sky and flew out through the open gate, leaving everyone confused.

"What's wrong with him? Did he receive some blow here?" Deadpool looked at the figure that was getting further away and scratched his head.

"What kind of blow can he take? He has no emotions at all. Okay, let's pack up and prepare to leave here." Arthur also spread his wings on his back, preparing to take them to fly away from the cave.

"Oh my God, are you going to cross Devil's Canyon again? I forgot to find water again," Deadpool shouted.

Mexico City, also known as Mexico City, is the capital of Mexico and the political, economic and cultural center of the country. It is also one of the largest cities in the world.

This city has the most charming and luxurious hotels and entertainment venues in Mexico, as well as staggering slums. Here, the rich and the poor are clearly separated but not far apart. There are often two worlds on both sides of a wall. life.

The security situation in the slums is well known to everyone. The slums are refuges for marginal activities including crime, prostitution and drug abuse. Neither taxis nor couriers are willing to set foot in the depths of the slums. The alternative graffiti on the walls also shows that This is by no means a place where ordinary people can feel safe. In this slum, there are hundreds of foreign and domestic gang organizations, large and small. It can be said that the Mexican slums are completely ruled by gangs. under.

The darkness of the slums in Mexico is comparable to that of Hell's Kitchen in Manhattan under Kingpin rule.

And the night in the slums is where the spread of crime begins.

On an aisle illuminated only by dim lights, a man was walking calmly in a black hooded sweatshirt. On both sides of the street stood Mexican women of various styles and scantily clad clothes. Some of them were girls, some were women, and even Some men dress up in seductive women's clothing to provide them with special tastes. They are all prostitutes belonging to certain Mexican gangs. Some are voluntary or coerced. These women are all one of the main sources of the gang's dark income.

They were all making coquettish gestures to the man in the middle, hoping that he would take care of their business. If they didn't open the business tonight, they would inevitably be beaten again tomorrow. And if they didn't take the initiative, some people wearing clothes around them would be responsible for supervising them. Strong gang members will not get any good results if they see this.

As for this mysterious man whose face is half covered by the hood, it is Alex. He comes here to find a woman who is inextricably related to him.

"Hi handsome man, I am the most skilled woman in this area. The price is not expensive. For only 800 Mexican pesos, I can give you the most wonderful service."

A woman wearing red high heels and black mesh stockings covering her slender legs called him charmingly.

Alex held back a glance and took out a few large peso coins from his pocket. Upon seeing this, the woman immediately walked over excitedly and wanted to take the money from his hand, but she couldn't hold it at all.

"Do you know where there is a girl named Edith?"

Alex said these words coldly, which made the prostitute shiver uncontrollably. It was obvious that as long as she answered correctly, she would get the money.

This woman wanted to make up a random lie to get the money, but when she saw the other person's abyss-like eyes, she felt a little confused, let alone lying.

"I don't know," the woman said tremblingly.

Alex then walked towards the other prostitutes, leaving her standing in the middle of the road before she recovered. She didn't know why she was so scared.

When several gang members who were responsible for monitoring these women saw this situation, they walked over fiercely.

"Hey brat, are you here to cause trouble?"

A fat man with a bloated body patted Alex's shoulder sideways. However, as soon as he turned his head, the fat man suddenly felt a surge of oppression and his face suddenly turned pale.

But after all, he is a gang member and lives a life of licking blood on the tip of a knife. His mental endurance is a little better than those of prostitutes, and there are several accomplices behind him to support him.

"Ahem, you are an American. We don't accept outsiders here. If you are sensible, get out of here."

After calming down, the fat man still felt a little guilty, but he couldn't lose face in front of his companions and pretended to be calm with a fierce expression.

"Do you know Edith?" Alex ignored the pretentious looks of these people and still asked, but at this time there was a black energy coming out of his hand.

"Edith's bastard sister of Justin who was hacked to death" Fatty said these two names subconsciously.

Suddenly Alex's arm grabbed the fat man's neck and directly lifted the fat man's body weighing more than 300 kilograms into the air. No matter how hard the fat man struggled, his feet in the air had no effect. His red face looked like he couldn't breathe. .

This immediately shocked the other gang members around him. When they reacted, they immediately took out the machetes behind their backs and slashed Alex hard.

However, before the blade touched the opponent's body, the gang members saw a black shadow flash past in front of their eyes. Their bodies instantly seemed to be stuffed into the barrel of a gun and fired. They flew out instantly and hit the wall hard. , and then fell to the ground and turned into several bloody meat balls.

"bang"

Suddenly there was a burst of gunshots in the silent night. A gang member held up a pistol with a smoking barrel in his right hand and pressed it against the back of the head of the man in front of him who had knocked away his accomplice. You could see a bullet hole exploded in the back of the head.

"Damn guy, no matter which gang you belong to, if you offend us, you will die."

The gang member who attacked Alex thought he had killed him with a headshot. He was about to breathe a little relieved, but suddenly his eyes were so wide that they almost jumped out of their sockets.

The bullet hole in the back of the opponent's head was healing quickly. It only took less than 2 seconds to heal as before.

"Ahhh"

After the gunfire, several more screams rang out in the sky over the slums, some from men and some from women.