The days when I was making trouble in American comics

[Golden Rare Card: Alex Mercer]

[Introduction: My name is Alex Mercer, they call me a killer, a monster, and a terrorist. And now, welcome to the top of the food chain! 】

[From: "The Original Slaughter"]

[Ability: Blacklight Virus Prototype]

[Evaluation: Human beings are always so interesting. They are never satisfied with what they have. They are greedy and ridiculous. They think they have grasped things they cannot control at all, but they do not understand that the prisoners have become hunters. 】

Can this kind of evaluation appear from this Gouba system?

This was the first time Chen Shu saw it, but he was no stranger to the famous Brother A.

After all, it is rare to see such a vigorous lawn mowing game and protagonist setting. It was still a classic two or two years before Chen Shu's time travel.

However, it was true that it seemed that today was not a good time to draw a lottery. Chen Shu stopped thinking about continuing the Bailian and let Squirtle out of the bathroom before getting ready to lie back on the bed and fall asleep with Tarin in his arms.

When he opened the bathroom, he saw that Squirtle was actually carrying the air cannon he had given it before.

It actually put the air cannon in the toilet? But how do you fire a cannon?

This was definitely an idea as good as Kennedy riding in a convertible. Chen Shu couldn't help laughing when he looked at Squirtle pretending to be a Water Arrow Turtle.

Squirtle, on the other hand, was confused. Looking at the giggling owner, it suddenly felt a little scared and retracted its body into its shell.

……

A few days later, Fisk Tower in Manhattan, New York.

On the top floor, in Jin Bin's private office.

"Mr. Wilson Fisk, do you know this guy?" Pointing to a photo, Mark Specter asked carelessly, staring at Kingpin like a hawk, hoping to find any clues from his movements and micro-expressions.

"NO, I don't think the CIA should come and talk to me at this time." Jin Bin leaned on his crutches, his face expressionless, and his body like a hill blocked the light, causing pressure to rise here.

At this time, he was originally going to give a speech in the community. Polls showed that he was still at least ten points behind his competitors. This was unacceptable to Kingpin. He wanted to win, and he also wanted to win beautifully.

"Perhaps your superiors have not informed you, but I have something to do now. Please leave, Agent Mark."

Kingpin made a sign of seeing off his guests, and Bullseye and other subordinates beside him began to stare at these CIA agents.

"He disappeared right here with you. I will find the reason for you, Jin Bin."

After taking a deep look at Kingpin, Mark Specter still gave in. At this time, he was not the Moon Knight, he was just a mortal.

And his last words made Jin Bin narrow his eyes. In this world, no one can threaten him, not even the CIA.

The scene was tense for a moment, with more than a dozen guns aimed at the CIA and his party.

"Let them go. I'm just a businessman who wants to contribute to New York. Young man, go find it. Remember, you have to eat your food one bite at a time." Kingpin stood up and patted Mark Speight on the shoulder, his eyes dark. , making it hard to understand what he was thinking.

"Humph!"

"Lord Kingpin, would you like to..."

Seeing Mark Speight and his group leaving, Bullseye became murderous.

This stupid young man should teach him a lesson.

"One million dollars, Lester, let the local people in the Windy City do it and let him go back to reunite with his family."

Kingpin nodded. There were quite a few people in the CIA who had received money from him. All the information on these people had been sent to his desk a long time ago. He knew exactly where Matt was from.

"By the way, what's going on with Punisher and Wonder Man?"

Kingpin changed the subject. Bullseye should have been responsible for all these matters related to the black industry, but now they are all reaching his ears. It must have caused quite a big fuss.

"Kingpin, I'll take care of it, they're just two clowns active here in Hell's Kitchen."

Bullseye's expression remained unchanged and he said respectfully.

"That's best. Also, Lester, have you investigated who is behind that candidate?"

"It seems to be supported by the rich and the military."

"Humph, those hyenas."

……

The next day, Manhattan, Chinatown.

"Follow me and I will show you the power of karate."

The young man in a black Chinese tunic suit said to the female reporter of the "Daily Bugle". He wore glasses, had well-proportioned muscles, and was elegant. He did not look like a fighting master.

But it turns out that Senior Brother Duan Shuiliu is very powerful. There were more than a dozen boxing gyms, taekwondo gyms and swordsmanship gyms that had their signs smashed yesterday and the day before yesterday after he challenged him. This is what attracted the "Daily Bugle" a little.

Today, Senior Brother Duan Shuiliu is going to challenge the Kung Fu of dismantling fakes and shoddy ones, and establish his reputation in one fell swoop.

A few minutes later, Duanshui Shui kicked the sign hanging in front of the martial arts gym to pieces, and said his famous saying to the camera, "Karate is the one who falls off the wall! I am not targeting this martial arts gym alone. But it is saying that American martial arts, including everyone in front of the camera, are all fun!"

This level of arrogance made Chen Shu, who was thousands of miles away, stunned. The effect was very good. It was worth moving forward slowly and firmly, but he also felt a little unhappy.

These are all fictitious martial arts. The real Kung Fu has to be mastered by your friends. When the time comes, you will be beaten to amnesia.

"Oh, Mr. Duan is very confident. He has issued a challenge to the United States. Is there anyone who can defeat his karate martial arts? Those who want to challenge him can call... those who want to learn from him can call..." the female reporter said , in accordance with the requirements of the newspaper, making this topic even more popular.

"What nonsense are you talking about! The real kung fu is here, fight with me."

Suddenly, before the female reporter finished speaking about the script, and before Duan Shui Shui continued her convex shape, a blue-eyed white man with blond curly hair shouted at Duan Shui Shui.

"Where did you get the pleasure? I don't fight with nobodies."

Duanshui Shui said disdainfully that if anyone could challenge him, he would die from exhaustion.

"Danny Rand, learned from Kunlun Thunder God. I know you are Chinese, but why are you using neon karate? Are you here to kick down the Kung Fu gym in Nice?" Danny Rand clasped his fists and posed in a stylish manner.

"I'm still the heir to the Rand Corporation. Let's do this. If you fight me and I lose, I'll pay you one hundred thousand dollars, but if..."

"No ifs, I promise you. What kind of Kung Fu are you talking about? They are all fake, just like your country. The Kunlun you mentioned is no exception. I have never heard of it in Xia Kingdom. When I look at you, I will tell you I didn’t learn any essence. Besides, your aura is too weak."

Senior Brother Duan Shuiliu's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he directly interrupted the second half of Danny Rand's sentence. He didn't think the man in front of him could beat him.

"It's normal that you haven't heard of it, because it's not a place that mortals can get close to." Danny Iron Fist replied with a natural expression.

"NO, I have only heard that the most mysterious things in Xia Kingdom are the 'Yellow Spring' and the 'Bi Luo'. As for Kunlun, there may be masters there, but they are definitely not like you. Your steps are frivolous and you can't even stand. What is it if you are not happy? ?If it weren’t for one hundred thousand dollars, you would be able to kneel down and lick my shoes.”

After speaking, Senior Brother Duanshui Shui reached out his hand to signal Danny Rand to come quickly and stop wasting his saliva.