Marvel Grocery Store

"Finally made it!"

In the grocery store, Meng Ke let out a long breath, divided the fist-sized fireball in the air into three, and put them into his mouth and nose respectively.

That was the only bit of Samadhi True Fire he could condense. It was usually stored in his Dantian, and he only dared to sacrifice it for use when refining vibranium metal.

Although the vibranium Nick Fury asked Hill to send was only as big as a fingernail, it was still a treasure to Meng Ke and should be taken seriously.

Ding~

A soft groan came from the air in front of Meng Ke. He looked at the gray-black cold light and nodded with satisfaction.

There was too little vibranium, and it was impossible to refine a flying sword. Meng Ke could only do the next best thing, and used vibranium the size of a fingernail to refine a... toothpick!

It's not impossible to hurt someone with a toothpick. After all, Dongfang Bubai can even make someone crazy with an embroidery needle.

But Meng Ke is not the Invincible Dongfang, nor has he practiced the Sunflower Book. So looking at the toothpick floating in front of him, emitting a faint gray-black light, Meng Ke quickly waved his hands, and countless mysterious tracks passed through his five fingers. came out and turned into mysterious formations one by one, all of which were driven into toothpicks by him.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

As Meng Ke moved, the toothpick gradually grew larger, like a sponge that had absorbed water.

"Thicker, bigger, thicker, bigger!"

Meng Ke muttered silently in his heart, and the movements of his hands became faster and faster.

As the toothpick grew larger, his breathing gradually became faster, his eyes turned red, and his whole body exuded an inexplicable excitement.

Bang!

Unfortunately, in the end, the toothpick only grew to 30 centimeters long and as wide as a thumb.

At this time, Meng Ke was out of breath, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, and his chest was rising and falling, looking weak after hard work.

"It seems that this is the only way to go."

After saying that, Meng Ke reached out and grabbed the long stick in the air.

Holding it tightly in his hand, Meng Ke felt as if he had a blood connection with it, as if he suddenly had an extra arm.

But when Meng Ke held up the stick and went to the mirror to look at himself, he felt that he looked too much like a street gangster.

"Why does it look like a stick?"

This weird idea came to mind, and Meng Ke's excitement after getting the weapon suddenly diminished a lot.

"Hey, let's try the power of change, little one!"

While shouting, Meng Ke forced a trace of spiritual energy from his Dantian to wrap around the stick.

The stick shouted, and immediately turned into the size of a toothpick, and was held in Meng Ke's hand.

No one would have thought that Meng Ke could use a "toothpick" as a weapon, so the best place to put it is in the mouth.

click!

Meng Ke bit the toothpick between his upper and lower teeth and made a few moves in front of the mirror. Well, he looked more like a street gangster!

Boom!Boom!Boom!

There was a violent banging on the door outside the grocery store. There was a guard formation at the door, so the sound did not come in, but Meng Ke could sense it.

"Troublemaker?"

Meng Ke's eyes lit up, now that the treasure weapon was in his hand...and in his mouth, he was about to test its power.

"Close it!" He walked to the door of the grocery store and removed the restriction he had placed before. Only then did the violent banging of the door reach Meng Ke's ears.

"Coming, coming!" Meng Ke responded while opening the glass door inside.

Swish!

When the rolling shutter door was closed, Meng Ke saw a familiar figure leaning against the door frame outside.

"P-Punisher?!"

This is the first time Meng Ke meets the Punisher. The last time the Punisher came, he closed his five senses and practiced without knowing it.

Bang!

As soon as Meng Ke finished speaking, the Punisher had already fallen to the ground.

His left arm was shot, and blood flowed down like a spring, already soaking half of his body.

It was difficult for Meng Ke to determine whether there were wounds in other parts of the Punisher's body, but he was lying at the door of his grocery store. Should he save it or not?

"I owe you that!"

Meng Ke muttered unhappily, frowned and dragged the punisher to his grocery store, hurriedly lowered the rolling shutter door and closed the glass door inside.

Bang!

Throwing the Punisher directly to the ground, Meng Ke would not put him on his newly bought sofa, otherwise what would happen if he got dirty!

The white skull on the Punisher's chest has now turned into blood, as if it came out of a bloody hell, and it is still staring at Meng Ke.

Meng Ke stared into the skeleton's eyes for a while, then tore off the punisher's shirt and threw it aside.

"Hi~"

Seeing the Punisher's skin covered with old wounds and newly added bullet holes, Meng Ke took a breath.

"It's a miracle that this guy can survive to this day!"

Meng Ke is not a doctor, nor can he treat injuries, but fortunately he has learned a few small spells, several of which are helpful in healing.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

After tapping several major acupuncture points on the Punisher's body, Meng Ke's right hand emitted a little bit of cyan brilliance.

He placed his palms on the newly opened bullet holes in the Punisher's body in turn, and the bullets inside seemed to be drawn and squeezed out bit by bit.

I don't know why, but when Meng Ke watched them emerge, he always felt like they were like maggots dormant in the Punisher's body.

Ugh, that's disgusting!

Meng Ke was disgusted by his own thoughts and shook his head hastily. He saw that the punisher seemed to have woken up and was frowning tightly.

"Are you awake?" Meng Ke shouted.

However, the Punisher was obviously only stimulated by the pain and became irritable.

"All right!"

Seeing that the Punisher didn't really wake up, Meng Ke stopped talking and took out all the bullet holes in his body.

Meng Ke didn't have gold wound medicine. After taking out the bullet from the Punisher, blood kept flowing from the wound, and the skin and flesh near the bullet hole were turned out. Meng Ke had no choice but to continue to use small healing spells to help the Punisher heal those wounds.

At first, Meng Ke was still a little rusty and felt that he was not very skilled in casting spells, but after half an hour, he could easily control those few small spells. He almost stopped bleeding with just a touch on the Punisher's wound.

Meng Ke was so happy that he wanted to open a few more holes in the Punisher's body and continue to practice his magic.

However, considering that the Punisher had lost too much blood and had only half a life left, Meng Ke gave up his idea.

Drop~drop~drop~

There was a siren outside, and Meng Ke's ears immediately stood up, because he could feel that the siren was coming towards his grocery store, and there were at least eight police cars.

"Holy shit, blood!"

Meng Ke dragged the punisher to his store, but forgot about the blood at the door.

It is conceivable that the Punisher bleeds all the way to the grocery store and must have left clues along the way.

Swish!

Standing up in a hurry, Meng Ke quickly walked to the door and opened the glass door. Then he looked out through the gap in the rolling shutter door and saw that police cars had gathered outside with their lights on, facing the door of his grocery store.

"You bastard, who did you provoke this time? You actually attracted so many police officers!" Meng Ke said to himself, feeling unhappy.

At this time, the Punisher's deep voice suddenly came from behind him, saying coldly: "Mayor! The mayor of Vancouver was killed by me!"