Marvel Plane Merchant

Cultivators, the so-called people who defy heaven, seek a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation.

After they experience life and death, achieve great enlightenment, and overcome the tribulations of the mortal world, their cultivation level will soar by leaps and bounds.

There are many legends about this in the Tianwu plane. For example, an ordinary boy in the countryside became ruthless and crazy because his parents were killed. He cultivated to the master level within seven days, killed his enemies and avenged his hatred.

There was another general of a country who was humiliated by others but worked hard to become stronger. In June, he became a master and led his army in the Northern Expedition.

There are too many such examples to count.

All in all, it is natural for a cultivator to break through in desperate situations.

But when Natasha experienced life and death, although she burst out with unimaginable power, after that, her power returned to ordinary again, with no intention of breaking through or rising.

Gu Bei had high hopes for Natasha, but at this moment, he finally sighed, "Is this the only level a warrior enhanced by technology can achieve?"

Wang Ji stayed on the left side of Gu Bei and completely heard Gu Bei's words of regret. He finally understood in his heart that even though Natasha was so powerful, Gu Bei was still not satisfied. His vision was so high that he could not fathom it. the point.

Perhaps, Gu Bei wanted the Hong Gang to become the largest gang in the United States.

Gu Bei concluded that Natasha was unable to cultivate genetic warriors, so he gave up the idea of ​​cultivating genetic warriors. After all, a genetic warrior requires a lot of money.

Once again, focus on Natasha and John in action.

Natasha gave up sneaking in and used a reckless method to rush straight to the conference room where the manager on Street 1 was.

This feeling, the swagger, was simply not something a spy would do, and Natasha simply felt like she had insulted the word spy.

Although she felt that it was not in line with her status to do so, Natasha enjoyed this feeling of invincibility and not having to pretend in public. In fact, she didn't like pretending, and she even hated it.

If she could continue to live an aboveboard life, Natasha would actually do it.

If possible, who wouldn't want to live in a bright place with people who trust them.

Thinking of this, Natasha glanced at the annoying big stupid John intentionally or unintentionally.

John could understand the look in Gu Bei's eyes, but he really couldn't understand the look in Natasha's eyes. He said, "Do you want to fight me? First complete the task Gu gave you."

This fool. Natasha's heart was filled with hatred. Sure enough, she hated this guy named John.

Natasha put all her dissatisfaction with John into the battle.

Looking for cover, under the firepower of dozens of people, he fired in the gap. The bullet shot out, hitting the enemy's forehead accurately and elegantly, leaving a blood groove.

The enemies kept insulting and fearful. They felt that they had encountered a monster and their bullets could not hit them. They could fight back in a hail of bullets and kill their companions, and every shot hit them between the eyebrows, as if they were teasing them.

If the steward hadn't been right behind them, they would never have had the courage to face Natasha.

In the conference room, the manager of the 1st Street was pounding the table and roaring, "Where are all the people dead? There is only one person on the other side, and he actually suppressed more than a dozen of us gunmen in the room. What do you do for a living?"

The group of stewards below did not dare to complain. They were pure managers and did not know how to fight.

Guan Shi was furious and said, "It's definitely sent by those bastards from the Hong Gang. After I deal with her, I will pay back Tommy twice as much and contact several other American gangsters to put pressure on the Hong Gang."

"Also, I want to find someone to take the life of Wang Ji's old dog."

The manager of 1st Street was extremely angry. They, 1st Street, were an old American gangster, a small foreign gang, and they dared to resist them. They simply didn’t know how to write the word “death”. It seemed that it was time to teach them how to behave.

Just at this time, the sound of gunfire outside the door disappeared. The 1st Street steward was overjoyed, thinking that his men had successfully captured the opponent.

He wanted to go out and see how the guy who broke into the 1st Street gang was beaten.

He walked to the door and kicked it open