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"Then shall I contact my mysterious informant first?" Sha Qi didn't seem to understand the situation yet.

"Forget about your informant." Boss Liao patted himself on the forehead. He could pretend to be confused before, but now it's unreasonable to pretend to be confused.

"Stand here and wait, don't run around, I have to tell Nan Ke something."

Boss Liao finished speaking without changing his face, and then trotted a few steps to catch up with Nan Ke in front.

"Is there anything else to say?" Nan Ke paused.

He was not in a hurry, after all, it was impossible for the previous battles to break up early because of his delay.

If he wanted, Nan Ke felt that they could stay with him for a whole day.

Boss Liao's lips trembled twice, "This may be a game."

Nan Ke turned around, looked at Boss Liao and laughed, "You don't think I can't see it, do you?"

Boss Liao also laughed, "You see it because you see it, but I say it's me, there is no conflict or contradiction, you understand?"

In fact, in the store, after hearing the so-called mysterious informant and the place name Hell's Kitchen, he had a guess in his heart.

And he believed that the reason why Nan Ke asked himself this question was also because he had some conjectures.

At first, he was not sure, and even felt that he might be thinking too much.

But when S.H.I.E.L.D. called and postponed the meeting, a complete 'plot' popped up in his heart instantly.

"Understood." Nan Ke shook his head, muttered 'this damn office politics' silently, then raised his hand and waved in front of Boss Liao, "Do you have any cigarettes?"

"some."

Boss Liao took out two cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to Nan Ke, then took out a lighter and lit it himself, then threw the lighter to Nan Ke.

"Didn't you quit before?"

"relax for a moment."

"Are you nervous?" Boss Liao suddenly became nervous.

"If you tell me more, maybe I won't be nervous." Nan Ke took a deep breath of the cigarette, and then exhaled the smoke, "You know, I can understand a little bit, but I can't understand the specifics. clear."

In fact, I started smoking again recently, in order to calm down my tired nerves after being tossed by that damned 'inner demon'.

After all, anyone who carries a time bomb on his back anytime, anywhere, and does not know when the bomb will explode, his psychological and spiritual aspects will be like a bowstring that is always tensed.

But this kind of nervousness cannot be shown when facing Boss Liao.

Especially in the current situation, my nervousness would directly turn into Boss Liao's fear.

Moreover, after learning more about the situation from Boss Liao, he can deal with it better.

"I'm just guessing."

Unless it's a sure thing, it's all 'guessing' for Boss Liao.

Nan Ke obviously understood Boss Liao's character, and urged, "Speak directly!"

"The key is the 'postponement' of the meeting, not the cancellation!" Boss Liao clenched his cigarette, "They should be afraid of your strength, but this kind of fear will seem inexplicable at this time.

Didn't they consider your strength before proposing a meeting?Whether it is your demonstrated strength or your real strength, they must have done analysis and deliberation before finally proposing a meeting.

But the current delay is obviously not because they feel that the results of their analysis and deduction are wrong, but because they feel that someone can help them test the results of this calculation more accurately.

From the point of view of the members of S.H.I.E.L.D., to be honest, I don’t think there is any organization that can allow them to treat them as equals, or even have the interest to cooperate with the other party’s performance, unless those people are “themselves” ! "

Speaking of which, Boss Liao's cigarette had already burned to his buttocks, but he didn't seem to notice it at all, and he still whispered excitedly and cautiously:

"Nan Ke, do you still remember the frightening news you told me when you fooled me at the beginning, no, to convince me?"

Nan Ke froze for a moment, "Which one?"

I said too much at the beginning, and I really can't remember it at this time.

"They may not be monolithic." Boss Liao threw his cigarette butt on the ground after his fingers were burned, and then rubbed his hands on his pants twice, "As the saying goes, there are all kinds of strange things about the faction in the party!
This time, I really feel that there seem to be two voices inside them; one of them should be the one who scheduled to meet with us, and the one I often contact
But another batch, they"

Having said that, Boss Liao stopped.

After all, that kind of excitement didn't completely burn out his head. What he just said was a bit 'out of line'.

But the next words are even more inappropriate. After all, people don't care about their own people. If you make irresponsible remarks in front of others, it's easy to get no favors from both sides.

"In other words, what other group of people do I need to face?" Nan Ke asked.

That is. Hydra?
Nan Ke suddenly thought of his classmate Ward who was beaten up by him not long ago.

The reason why they didn't expose or kill them directly was not because of the Holy Mother, but simply because they were afraid that the loss of that person would affect the final outcome of S.H.I.E.L.D.

After all, I don't owe S.H.I.E.L.D., so why should I help him clear up hidden dangers in advance?

"It may be them, but it may also be the foreign aid that was attracted. Who knows, the strength should not be weak, at least he has the strength to fight head-on for a few rounds with that round."

"If that's all it is, then it's easy to handle."

Nan Ke finished smoking and finished asking questions.

Unscrupulously throwing the cigarette butt away, Nan Ke waved his hand at Boss Liao, "You wait at a distance, don't let me finish the enemy in the front, and you will be made dumplings in the back."

"I know!"

Boss Liao tactfully prepared to retreat, but before retreating, he whispered to Nan Ke:
"Their internal differences are actually our chance, Nanke, if possible, we have to beat them this time, this is definitely a good opportunity to raise our bargaining chips;
The more chips we have in our hands, the better we can grab more profits from the game between them! "

Wind, colorless and formless;
But for Nan Ke, the wind is actually colorful and emotional;
From the wind, he can perceive many, many things, in some cases, even beyond the sense of sight, touch and smell.

For example, now, Nan Ke can perceive the restlessness of the wind, which is a very anxious emotion.

It seems that there are countless fast-beating hearts in all directions, imperceptibly disturbing the speed of the airflow.

they are looking forward to;

they are waiting;

They are brewing!

There are dense residential areas on both sides of the street, but at this moment it looks very quiet, as if you are in a vast grassland, and someone has already moved all the insects and beasts out of the grassland in advance.

The corner of Nan Ke's mouth showed a hint of mockery. In fact, even without the analysis just now, from such a detail, it can be seen whether the director who arranged this "performance" came from the "ground" or the "underground".

If it was a gold and silver arrangement, then the surroundings would be quiet, but after all, there are people living in the house, no matter how quiet it is, there will be some noise to some extent, because it is impossible for those gangsters to obey orders.

But now, even breathing in the surrounding houses is suppressed to an extremely slow frequency, which proves that there are people around, but they are not ordinary people, but a group of professionally trained people.

No matter how terrifying the reputation of Hell's Kitchen, no matter how dangerous the place is, it is impossible for all the staff to be mercenaries. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the authorities to allow them to appear in this position.

Nanke is still walking forward, the terrain here is too cramped, if you really want to use your hands, it's a bit hard to use.

After all, I am not the Hulk type. I fight like a heavy tank, no matter what is around, I just push all the way.

Moreover, although the surrounding buildings are not high in height, they can be regarded as a block after all. Fighting here is not conducive to controlling the energy of the wind attribute.

To fight, choose a wide position.

By the way, let that group of people see their own strength more clearly.

Since they wanted to see it, they wouldn't be shy and afraid to show their faces from the curtain like a charming girl.

And to be honest, in fact, Nan Ke himself is a little curious about this question. He really doesn't know what level his own strength is until now!

'weng'

next moment.

A delicate red mask covered half of Nan Ke's face without warning, only revealing the delicate chin, and purple eyes with traces of scarlet.

A majestic momentum was released from Nan Ke's body accompanied by a strong killing intent. This was a kind of warning, and at the same time, it was also a kind of declaration of war.

Tortured by the 'inner demon', Nan Ke actually took a deep breath in his heart, and this breath even made him sometimes have an urge to go out and kill something in accordance with the meaning of the 'inner demon' .

But usually, this impulse needs to be restrained;
But now, it seems that it is time to relax.

After walking through this section of the road, the front gradually became empty. Nan Ke paused at the intersection, and glanced at the alley on the left. Those shining eyes seemed to be the gaze of a demon.

At such a moment, several soldiers who were hiding in that position and were about to start the task of blocking the intersection after Nanke passed by suddenly felt a chill down their backs, and cold sweat crawled up their foreheads unconsciously.

"This direction does not need to be blocked, they cannot come from here."

Nan Ke said to the air in front of him.

The voice wasn't too loud, but a gust of wind blew up at this moment, sending Nan Ke's words directly.

Several soldiers froze for a moment, and then one of them took out the walkie-talkie and repeated Nan Ke's words.

After a while, a clear command came from the intercom.

"According to what he said, you guys, go support the other directions."

All roads have an end.

When Nanke walked along the intersection for about a few hundred meters, he finally saw a familiar venue.

Not long ago, Boss Liao chose to use this place as a venue for exchanging hostages, and it was also here that Nanke met Marvel's superheroes for the first time.

In fact, Nan Ke doesn't believe in fatalism, let alone Feng Shui. He pays more attention to doing things according to his wishes. For example, now, he thinks that the land in front of him is pleasing to the eye.

So at the edge of the playground, Nan Ke stopped.

"Let them come."

The voice, blown by the wind again, arrived where it should have arrived.

Immediately, two long swords appeared in Nan Ke's two arms, and he silently began to adjust his state.

By myself, I took the initiative to enter the game.

But this does not mean that I want to be a pawn.

After all, there are two chess players. The other party has set up the chess table, and he came here on invitation. face.

But now there is actually a problem, that is, there are about four parties present, and everyone seems to think that they are the one sitting at the chess table and strategizing.

Then, the performance of deciding who is the real chess player is actually being able to change the position of the chess pieces according to one's own will.

For example, at this time, Nanke standing here is equivalent to making a move first to delineate the specific area for the fight.

Regardless of what those people hiding in the dark are thinking, as long as they want this game to continue, they must do what they want.

this moment;
Nan Ke could vaguely hear countless curses from the cramped building behind, followed by exchanges and discussions between all parties.

This so-called chess game actually started the moment Nan Ke stepped into Hell's Kitchen. The complexity and danger of these turbulent undercurrents are actually no less than a real fight with real swords and guns.

Boss Liao hung about 1000 meters behind Nan Ke, with one hand lightly on Sha Qi's shoulder, as if clasping a shield.

His face showed a calm and calm look, but his inner thoughts can actually be reflected from his slightly rough breathing.

At this moment, he was like a bystander, but he was more like a gambler who bet all his wealth on Nan Ke, and because of this, he had a more sense of substitution when watching from the sidelines.

"It's about to start!"

"Aren't they afraid of spreading to other places around?" Sha Qi was a little angry.

As an upright policeman, his goal can be said to have always been fixed, which is to safeguard the safety of people's lives and property.

But now, the group of people who in his opinion should be his 'peers' actually ignored them for various other reasons!
Boss Liao glanced at him and lowered his voice, "You're paying attention to the wrong place."

"Then what should I focus on?"

The hand on Sha Qi's shoulder was lightly patted, Boss Liao said: "You should think about it, what should we do if Nan Ke loses."

As soon as the words fell, seven or eight armed soldiers appeared in the nearby houses, pointing their guns at Boss Liao and Silly Seven.

"." Silly seven.

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