People Working for System in Marvel - Chapter 9
Chapter 9 Creepy scene
Mike leisurely walked out the door of the bar.
The guard was stunned when he saw Mike.
Didn’t this guy just go in?
The two instinctively felt that something was wrong and leaned over to question Mike.
Mike didn’t talk nonsense either. He took two quick steps and stunned the guard with two punches.
The movement here caught the attention of the vampires in the corner. They made eye contact, spread out, and surrounded them from different directions.
Mike’s eyes narrowed, and he took out the sun blade from the system space.
Stab!
Pick up!
Full Moon Slash!
Close the sword!
All in one go!
A few vampires haven’t figured out the situation yet, and they feel their bodies burning like fire, screaming and turning to ashes.
After a few steps, Mike returned to one of the guards and took out a small roll of bills from his pocket, the money he had “bribed” earlier.
According to Maisie, the vampire factory is in the dock area of Hell’s Kitchen, on the west bank of the Hudson River.
“Forget about all kinds of gangs, vampires also join in the fun, and there is absolutely no way for ordinary people in Hell’s Kitchen to survive.”
Mike turned the car key with emotion and started, the headlights paved a passage in the thick darkness, and soon, the red taillights disappeared at the end of the street.
Natasha glanced at the timer: “Twelve minutes and fifty-six seconds. Shouldn’t he just walk around and do nothing?”
“I don’t know.” Coulson wasn’t sure either.
“Forget it, I’ll go in and take a look.”
“I’m the operations commander.”
“Huh?” Natasha squinted at Coulson with a half-smile, and her face became more charming.
Coulson paused and said, “Uh… I want to say, be careful, safety is the most important.”
“As ordered, Your Excellency Commander…” Natasha smiled, twisting her water snake-like waist.
The seventh-level agent blatantly threatened the eighth-level agent with his eyes…
Chilling!
Three minutes later, Natasha walked out quickly.
“How is it?” Coulson’s face was as usual.
“The vampires were all wiped out, the monitoring room was destroyed, the bartender’s heart was pierced by a toothpick, and a woman fainted in the box, all of the hag.” Natasha frowned, “The bartender is a witness, and killing him is a In order to silence her. That woman was a hag who helped vampires seduce Mike, and she was also an eyewitness, so why did she show mercy.”
“Is it beautiful?” Colson asked.
Natasha replied: “Pretty.”
Is it lust?
Coulson and Natasha looked at each other, not disappointed with Mike in each other’s eyes, but rather happy.
Weakness is good!
This is the difference between the thinking logic of special agents and ordinary people.
Coulson started the car and drove towards Hell’s Kitchen.
Natasha suddenly said, “How can you pierce a person’s heart with an ordinary toothpick?”
Coulson said: “Perfectly avoid bones and muscles?”
The problem is, the human heart itself is a tight muscle.
If Mike asked to answer, the answer would be five words: “Armament Haki”
In short, Natasha’s eyes became brighter, as if she had found a new toy.
Coulson shuddered inexplicably.
Late at night.
It’s getting colder.
He touched the strategically withdrawn hairline, and said with emotion, “A middle-aged man who stays up late can’t afford to hurt.”
The Vampire Factory disguised itself as a meat company and looked normal on the outside.
The security guards on patrol were vampires. Mike stabbed one at a time and entered the factory without disturbing any vampires.
The scene in front of him made Mike shudder.
There are parallel thick steel pipes above the factory area. The steel pipe is attached to a sagging chain with power and data cables wrapped around it. There is a large hook at the end of the chain, which hooks a square instrument and a large transparent bag.
Instruments are instruments that monitor vital signs.
A human is curled up in each bag,
Everyone is naked, with tubes inserted into their mouths and noses, absorbing nutrient solution from the bag to survive, with tubes in their hands, and the red blood is slowly being drawn out.
That’s why vampires call such places factories or farms.
Here, human beings are the raw material for the production of blood, the livestock from which the blood is drawn.
The same human beings, a cold air rushed from the soles of Mike’s feet to head.
The people in the bag were injected with tranquilizers, and some people’s eyes were open, and their eyes were dead, as if they had lost their souls.
“Whoo~”
Mike put the Nichirin Sword on the ground and took out the cigarette case, the light of the lighter was so conspicuous.
“who!”
The vampire workers at the factory found Mike and gathered around.
“Whoo~~~”
Spitting out white smoke, Mike muttered to himself, “Oops, it’s found out, there’s nothing to do.”
Pulling out Nichirin Sword, Mike’s eyes were as cold as the cold winter and twelfth lunar month.
Soon, everything was calm, only black ash fell in the dark night.
Mike walked in with the sun blade.
One thing Mike never expected was that the person in charge of the factory was actually a human in a white coat. He fell to the ground in horror and said, “Don’t kill me, don’t kill me, I’m a human, don’t kill me…”
“Human… don’t be afraid, I won’t kill you.”
Mike took out Lisa’s picture. “Is this girl here? It was delivered about two weeks ago.”
The white coat looked at the photo and said, “I have an impression, I’ll check it out.”
He tapped the keyboard a few times and listed several documents, and Lisa was among them.
According to the number, Mike quickly found Lisa.
The girl was curled up in the bag, unconscious, and Mike asked, “Is there any danger in getting the person straight out of the bag?”
The white coat hurriedly replied, “No, no, she only sent it here for two weeks.”
“Oh, there’s nothing else, you can go.” Mike said lightly, “Forget it, I’ll give you a ride.”
Nichirin Sword pierced into the heart of the white coat.
“One-way ticket to hell, free!” Mike sneered: “Obviously a human, but doing such a thing, it’s even more damned! The labor and management will lie to you, there is a kind of crawling out of hell to bite me, scum, tui!”
A few minutes later, a shirtless Mike carefully walked out of the factory with Lisa in his arms, his T-shirt over Lisa.
Mike did not leave immediately, but walked to a car not far away with a cigarette in his mouth, and knocked on the window.
The window rolled down, revealing Coulson’s slightly embarrassed face.
“Mike, what a coincidence.” Coulson greeted.
“Yeah, it’s quite a coincidence, the blood thorns met by chance, here, you are really everywhere.” Mike sarcastically said, pointing to the factory, “The follow-up will be handed over to you, no problem.”
“No problem,” Coulson said.
After giving a few words to the walkie-talkie, a team of agents filed out from the van behind, fully armed and advancing towards the factory.
Mike said: “I’m not interested in S.H.I.E.L.D., stop playing the tracking and monitoring game.”
SHIELD?
Hydra!
Coulson smiled stiffly.
Mike drives Lisa back to her Upper East Side home. The Banks burst into tears, grateful to Mike. Mrs Banks once again contributes +1 soul energy.
It was midnight when I got home.
Staying up late is bad… so stay up all night.
Turn on your phone.
I gave priority to returning the information of a few female friends. After all, we have communicated in depth, and special treatment is not too much.
Then I saw Fat Jerry’s resentful message: [Why didn’t you order from me, is there another supplier outside?]
Mike patiently replied: [Go away!]
Bloodthorn is cleared.
Deacon Frost had a gloomy face, and the whole nest was taken, including his girlfriend, how could he be so happy.
The only one who knew exactly what was going on in the box was Sansa. After asking what happened, Deacon, in a rage, grabbed Sansa and gnawed at the flesh by his neck.
“One by one… how dare a mere inferior race!”
Deacon casually threw the dead Sansa aside, pointed to Mike’s portrait, and said to his cronie Quinn, “Three days to find him at all costs.”
New York has a population of seven or eight million. Looking for someone with a portrait?
What’s the difference between looking for a needle in a haystack?
However, in the face of the exposed Deacon, Quinn dared to say “no”?