The Hearthstone system of a certain American comic

While Harlan was taking turns fighting the Hungry Wolves, Daken got the news that there was a group of armed troops outside trying to break in.

"Where are they from?" Daken asked.

"I don't know." The reporter thought for a moment and said, "They claimed that we violated the policy."

"That must be someone from the government." Daken said, jumped out of the desk, and walked out the door in a swagger.

In the long corridor leading to the underground boxing arena, a troop was walking in with great momentum. The leader was a black man wearing a military uniform. They walked and stopped because Daken appeared and Stopped them.

"Don't block the road." The leading black man said.

"Are you here to cause trouble?" Daken asked coldly.

"We are from the government. Someone reported that there is a private underground gang here, so we must go inside and check." The black man said.

"No need to check, I tell you clearly that this is an underground black boxing operation." Daken said coldly.

"Who are you? The manager here?" the black man asked.

"Not bad." Daken said, "If you have any opinions, just tell me directly."

"What's your opinion? You speak in a very sullen tone. You know this is illegal. One of the latest government regulations is that you are not allowed to operate or organize any form of underground fighting. You have directly violated this law and committed crimes against the wind." Black man explain.

"So what?" Daken asked coldly, "Do you know who runs this underground boxing ring?"

The black man frowned, wondering if this guy in front of him had any amazing background? But no matter how much he was behind the scenes, the regulations were still triggered after all. What's more, the black people thought that this guy might be bluffing.

When black people think that they are working for the current President Eric, what background can be stronger than the current government?

Thinking of this, he said coldly, "No matter who it is, do you dare to go against the government?"

"Do you think you have brought enough people?" Daken's voice became colder, "Quit now, there will be no blood."

"Do you think your intimidation worked?" The black man pointed the sniper gun at Daken. "You stand here alone, with bare hands, intimidating more than 30 of us, trying to prevent us from pursuing you. Don't you think Are your ideas extremely naive?"

"Really? Do you think that's naive?" Daken asked.

"Isn't it?" The black man's index finger on the trigger moved, as if he was about to pull the trigger.

In an instant, there was a flash of white light, and the black man's gun-holding arm was completely cut off, and blood stained the walls.

"Ah, the black man screamed and fell backward, and at the same time all the soldiers stood up and aimed at Daken.

Daken's fist had already stretched out its sharp claws at some point, and the soldiers pulled the trigger without hesitation, and bullets flew toward Daken in a hail of bullets.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, the bullets kept passing by, and the blood flashed again and again. In just a few seconds or more, the soldier's artery was severed by sharp claws.

"Monster!" one soldier yelled. Fear defeated his reason. He abandoned his gun and ran away. The rest of the soldiers were also emotionally affected by this soldier and began to flee.

It was too late, Daken's claws were stained with blood, and he was not going to let anyone escape. For a while, the entire corridor erupted in tragic sounds.

"Crying, begging, struggling." Daken said coldly. At this moment, there was only the last soldier left in front of him.

"Let me go!" the soldier begged.

"You little nigger made a wrong choice, and he harmed you." Daken said, "You must blame him in hell."

"You will pay the price," the soldier trembled. "We die here. If the authorities can't contact us, they will send more people to destroy you."

"Eradicate? Price? Do you know? Your president, that vampire hunter, can only rise to power because our Hero Association gives him a chance." Daken knelt down and stared at the soldiers coldly.

"The British Heroes Association? Are you from the Heroes Association?" the soldier asked tremblingly.

The soldiers know what these four words "Heroes Association" mean. These four words represent Yan Luo and the current guardians of the planet.

It’s just that the soldiers couldn’t believe that this underground boxing ring was actually