Monkey King in Marvel

No.18 floor, secret room.

Click!

The terrible scene was still lingering in his mind, Paul panted heavily, pushed the door open and rushed in before knocking on the door.

"Boss, they are coming!"

Paul, who had just uttered such a sentence, saw the ferocious expression on the face of the boss sitting on the swivel chair behind the circular desk, his legs softened all of a sudden, and he knelt down on the ground , at a loss.

"The Boss" is a 6-foot-7, 450-pound corpulent man with a big bald head and a white suit.But if you look carefully, you will find that the suit can't hide it, and the "fat" that makes him look fat is actually the terrifying muscles that have formed from the grave.

This fat big fat man is exactly what Monkey King has been looking for, the boss behind the scenes who ordered and planned the assassination repeatedly, and the actual ruler of the entire New York underground black empire-Jin Bing.

Jin Bing held a cigar between the two index fingers of his right hand, spit out a mouthful of white mist, glanced at his subordinate who fell limply on the ground, and asked condescendingly, "Who is the other party and how many people are there?"

"Two, two people, about seventeen or eighteen years old, one is Chinese and the other is white." Paul carefully observed the boss's face, and then replied tremblingly as if walking on thin ice.

"Looks like it's that brat again, and this time there's one more." Jin Bin seemed to be talking to himself, and said sullenly, "Since you've sent them to your door, I'll generously give each of you a costume." Body bag."

"Do you need me to deal with them?"

The one who spoke at this time was a young man standing not far from Jin, speaking with a thick French English accent, his height was similar to Jin's, although he was not as tall and strong as Jin, but he was also very sturdy.There was a beard on his face, a weird smile was drawn from the corner of his mouth, and a combative light shone in his eyes.

"Bacto, they look very immature, but they are not young children, but I know you are not one of those wastes who do not accomplish enough but do nothing. Go and kill them, and let me appreciate the elegance of the French Foreign Legion."

"It's a former member of the French Foreign Legion, boss." Bacto smiled contemptuously like a proud Gallic rooster.

After speaking, he walked out the door.

After leaving the secret room, he just pushed open the door leading to the service area when he saw a figure stumbling towards him.

Seeing that he was about to hit him, Bacto raised his hand and grabbed his collar, and found that it was Jin Bing's subordinate, named G or something.

G was already terrified at this time, he was obviously still carrying an Uzi submachine gun in his hand, but he was as scared as a little white rabbit with spikes.

"Help me, save me, please save me..."

Bakto was impatient, he threw G aside casually, but he had only taken two steps when G, who was thrown to the ground by him, crawled over and dragged him, pleading with snot and tears on his face.

In a rage, he kicked his leg up, and with the sound of bone cracking, G's head limply fell down.

"How soon will the helicopter arrive?"

Not long after Bacto left, Jin Bing put down the cigar in his hand, and asked a question towards the shadow of the secret room.

"3 minutes, boss."

"Well, follow me up."

"Yes, boss."

Out of the shadow came a middle-aged man with a straight body, a humble butler-like expression, wearing a black tuxedo, black trousers, and shiny black leather shoes.

"Hey, there are guests. As the host, how can you leave first. Our great philanthropist in New York is not a rich country man who doesn't even know how to treat guests?"

Jin Bing and the butler were just about to leave, but they heard a sarcastic voice from above their heads. They looked up, and a guy with a red and blue appearance touched the top of their heads at some point.

"Spiderman?"

Jin Bing's pupils shrank slightly, his brows were frowned, and he clenched his fingers covered with gems and diamond rings.

Hurrying quickly, finally arrived immediately after changing his costume, Peter said with a sigh of relief: "Obviously, I am your neighbor——Spiderman, Mr. Jin Bin."

"Evil neighbor?"

Peter, who was lying on the ceiling, loosened his limbs and fell lightly on the floor. He shrugged and spread his hands, looking very helpless: "You are not worthy of your name, Mr. Jin Bin. You are nicknamed Pin, but you have an oversized figure, fat and fat. The body is not strong enough to describe the case, just like a large wild boar that has exercised all the fat in its body into muscles. Oh, why do I say it is a wild boar instead of a domestic pig, everyone can see it."

"However, I heard that your strength is stronger than a rhinoceros, so are you a wild boar or a Tyrannosaurus?" Before the angry Jin could answer, Peter said brokenly, "You know, a Tyrannosaurus Bigger and stronger than a rhino anyway."

When Peter and Jin were talking to each other, Monkey King and Bacto were already facing each other.

Georges Buckto?

The first time Sun Wukong saw Bacto, he immediately recognized the former member of the French Foreign Legion. There is a lot of information about him in the S.H.I.E.L.D. archives.

This retired mercenary in the white top hat was once an excellent thief and smuggler who was mercenary. Of course, he is now employed by Jin Bin.Master a variety of martial arts, proficient in hand-to-hand combat, but also the world's leading master of legwork.

"I don't want to know who you are, because you are about to die at my feet." Bacto said expressionlessly.

In other words, there were so many people who died at his feet that he couldn't remember their names at all.

"Death!"

With a roar, Bartok looked like a spring man with super-elastic springs under his feet, and rushed up over the obstacles of several tables and chairs.

If Peter was here, he might sigh a few words: Wow, he has good leg strength and good jumping. If he goes to participate in the high jump and long jump competitions, he will definitely be an Olympic champion track and field athlete, and he will be honored.

Bacto's legwork is not only extremely fast, but also powerful, whether it is sweeping or chopping, each leg is like a giant axe, chopping down, as if it can tear the air.

All the things that were smashed by his legs, the wooden structures were smashed to the ground, and the metal structures were dented and cracked, as if they were indestructible.

The stick that Sun Wukong turned into from the sword talisman in his hand had disappeared. He raised his arms to protect his head against Bacto's whip legs several times, and his arms were aching.However, the energy of the primordial spirit was released immediately, and after walking around the body, the pain disappeared immediately, and it seemed that the muscles and bones had improved a little bit.

Seeing that the little ghost in Jin Bing's mouth resisted his fierce attack, Bacto stopped, patted his buttocks, and shouted: "Come on, little boy, you seem to be able to withstand it. But if you can't attack, Then wait in the weeds."

Sun Wukong didn't make a sound, but when Bakto's next leg slashed, he tilted his head back at a lightning speed, and his vacant right fist stuck out like a big gun. Chopping hard on the front sole is a punch.

"**!"

Bacto roared in pain, and felt that his right leg started from the bottom of his feet, and was shocked by the high-voltage electricity, which instantly paralyzed the right half of his body. If he hadn't supported the wall in time, he would have almost collapsed.

The sharpest right leg was crippled all of a sudden, and Bacto staggered, retreating instinctively.

"It turns out that his legwork is not inferior to anyone else!"

But before he had time to take two steps back, he saw an oncoming, infinitely magnified whip kick. Before he fell down, such a thought flashed through his head soberly, and he lost consciousness.