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Chapter 10 The Imitation Master
Jessica dragged her tired body downstairs, and John was eating pizza with Blake.

"Do you eat pizza early in the morning?" Jessica asked in surprise.

"It's better than wanting to eat bread and butter for every meal." John took a bite of the pineapple-filled pizza, and took a sip of Coke. "I'll save you a classic chicken-filled pizza."

Jessica still made it to John's side, elegantly picked up the plastic knife and fork that came with the meal, and ate gracefully.

With such a contrast, the two barbarians who directly attacked looked at each other in blank dismay.

But it still didn't change the way they ate.

As always, eat, run in the morning, and half the morning has passed when I came back.

It's not that I ran for a long time, but I always have to digest after eating.

The morning jogging is also relatively busy. When I see a store that seems to be good, I will leave a meal delivery phone number. If I see any interesting gadgets, I will buy them back and play.

It wasn't so outrageous at first, but with the arrival of Jessica, the time for morning jogging was naturally lengthened when someone was watching the store.

When I got back to the store, Jessica was making coffee behind the counter on the first floor.

"Welcome back, your coffee is too bad."

John froze for a moment, looking at the coffee cup in Jessica's hand.Does he remember that he never bought coffee?
"What are you soaking in?"

Jessica took out a small dark brown plastic bag suspiciously.

Reishi powder.

"Hahaha, this, this is Ganoderma lucidum powder, a tonic from China that regulates immunity and prevents various diseases. It's not coffee anyway." John smiled and put down the coffee machine and mixed coffee beans he bought during his morning run.

"If you want to drink coffee, go and put this on now." John doesn't like drinking coffee very much, but his resistance to sales is extremely weak. This morning jog happened to meet a beautiful salesman who strongly recommended it...

"I want to install one at the counter downstairs, but I also want to install it in the room on the third floor..." Jessica wondered.

"That's not easy to solve?" John directly raised his hand and called the beautiful salesman just now. "Wilshe Gun Shop, give me another one, it's still the best one."

Soon, the beautiful salesman, sweaty and sweaty, opened the store door with a coffee machine and two buckets of coffee beans as a gift.

Also actively helping to assemble the coffee machine.

This coffee machine is not the kind of coffee machine that you can drink for a long time after adding espresso capsules and water.

Jessica studied it for a while, then returned to the wicker chair behind the counter and sat down, continuing to drink Ganoderma lucidum powder.

"Why not try the new coffee maker?" John said, sipping his coffee blend.

"Can't be wasted, regulate immunity, prevent various diseases..."

John couldn't help but laugh.Did she believe it?Don't you think that drinking a cup can really cure all diseases?Ganoderma lucidum powder has many functions, but it needs to be drunk regularly to have some effect.

In the Tricurve Wing Building, Nick Fury yelled "Mad Falk!" in his office

Without him, Judd was rescued.

"My well-trained agent was knocked down like a cheap mall security by that person!" Nick Fury said through gritted teeth.

Natasha, with dark circles under her eyes, was sitting on the leather sofa opposite the desk, looking at Director Fury who was pacing back and forth opposite her.

"The Avengers plan must speed up." Nick Fury decided.

"Oh, then I'll go back to catch up on sleep." Natasha said in a waned mood.

"No abnormalities last night?"

"Yes, it's too abnormal, they did it for three hours!" Natasha said angrily.

"Call Coulson over before leaving," Nick Fury ordered.

After a while, Coulson came to Nick Fury's office.

"How was the observation yesterday?"

Coulson said while recalling, "Personality analysis, John Wiersher is a calm and rational person, perhaps with a tendency to be too indifferent."

"Well, that sounds pretty comprehensive. How did you come to that conclusion?"

"When he learned that his parents were kidnapped but still alive, he went out fully armed, but after observing, he chose to call the police. You must know that he is a superpower! At least a guy with black technology." Coulson said.

"It does sound a little indifferent." Nick Fury frowned, and indifferent people would be more difficult to control.

"But he wrote this to a girl who was playing with guns in his shop, when he knew she wanted to be a doctor." Coulson pulled out a photo.It is the medical ethics code that John wrote to Ruosin.

"Three views are right? Maybe selling ghost guns and illegal firearm kits doesn't affect him as a good guy?" Nick Fury frowned. "Maybe he is a good person, maybe these are all pretended by him. Of course, it is also possible that he himself is a contradictory person."

"He killed a lot of people. Just yesterday, the gangster who broke into his shop to grab a gun was skillfully rushed into the sewer."

Nick Fury was silent for a moment: "He may have his own set of codes of conduct, he will be merciless if he thinks he is damned, and he will be as warm as spring if he thinks he is a friend?"

Seeing that Coulson was silent, Nick asked again, "What do you think the people he killed have in common?"

"The robbery was on his head?" Coulson said tentatively.

"You continue to observe."

The master of imitation looked at the monitor, "Arachne disappeared near block 37."

Judd's voice came from the Mimic Master's headset.

"I found her. To be precise, I met her by chance. I want to buy some weapons to prepare..."

"Speak the key."

"Wilshere Gun Shop."

Click, Judd's headset was pinched and exploded by a passing mercenary.

"I'm the most annoying special worker." The tall mercenary whispered into Judd's ear, then patted Judd on the shoulder and walked to the second floor.

Jessica sat behind the counter, drinking coffee leisurely.

"Judd, I will not go back with you. Now that I have met me, I will formally submit my resignation to you."

Judd said sternly, "You don't think Hydra is an organization you can think of, do you?"

John came down from the second floor, "You don't think Jessica is an ordinary person at your mercy, do you?"

Judd was about to turn his head, and a feeling of extreme danger rose from behind.

Judd turned around slowly with his hands raised above his head, and what came into view was a hideous killing machine.

"Black Widow [-], the sentry electromagnetic cannon, can easily penetrate tanks and armored vehicles with one shot, and what's even more terrifying is that the rate of fire of this thing is comparable to Gatling." John pointed to the sentry cannon on the ceiling and gave Judd Introduced.

Judd was overwhelmed and froze in place.

"Arachne needs to be injected with a stabilizer to survive normally..." Judd calmed down and took out his only chip.

After all, Jessica is immune to all kinds of drug toxins, and she failed to brainwash her before. Her parents died long ago during her sleeping decades. The only thing Hydra can use to threaten Jessica is this.

"Then don't bother you." John walked slowly into the counter on the first floor, and asked in Jessica's ear, "Do you want to kill him?"

Jessica looked at Agent Judd, who had always been a teacher and friend, and shook her head.

"Get out now? I've scanned your Facebook gait into the system, and next time you approach this block, you'll be beaten to pieces." John gave Judd a hard look.

Judd fled as though he had been pardoned.

After walking out of the street, Judd's face suddenly returned to calm, and he took out the spare communicator.

"That John Wiersher seems to have cracked the stabilizer, and he didn't see Jessica show his ability. It may be in the way we know." Judd finished speaking quickly, and switched to the line with the imitation master.

"Act tonight, be sure to recover Arachne."

Night falls.

A master imitator in a white robe walked in the alley, and at the end of the alley, the letters "Wilsher Gun Shop" were still glowing red.

Jessica, who was cleaning, saw the man in white robe outside who was about to go out, but was stopped by John.

"Let me come." John said lightly, "Let you see what level the boss of a superhero is."

John shook his hands, and a pair of tiger-head double hooks appeared in his hands.

When he was about to open the door, he turned and asked Jessica.

"Are you going to die?"

Jessica was stunned for a moment, thinking that she had learned the use of fighting and assassination agent equipment and firearms from this guy outside.

"It's fine if you can keep him alive, but if he endangers your safety, just kill him."

The material of my tiger head double hook is average, and it is made with 2077's cold weapon production technology.

In other words, using mind control to shape a weapon with the same quality as the 2077 cold weapon.

At that time, it was made to test whether Gunsou's training is only good at stick skills. After all, although the introduction is that he is considered a good fighter with all kinds of cold weapons, but in my impression, Gunsou seems to be good at stick skills.

As a result, even the double hook, which is quite unpopular to foreigners, is very proficient.

It's a pity that the cold weapon technology from 2077 cannot hack Gundam.

The master imitator saw John coming out with a cold weapon and immediately chuckled and threw the two pistols at his waist aside.

Under the dim light in the alley, two men with cold weapons stood facing each other.

Evening wind, slightly cool.

An atmosphere of a duel between masters arises spontaneously.

Several Marvel artists are in love with the western showdown shots, and they are looking for this kind of atmosphere.

John opened the shelf, and the cold light on the blades of the double hooks was extremely glaring under the dim light in the alley.

The master imitator also drew two katana swords from inside his white robe.

Oh, there are no props or abilities of direct energy condensing weapons in the comics.

John tapped his toes on the ground and shot out suddenly, a ton of power greatly improved his athletic ability and damage.

The double hooks were grasped, and they went straight to the neck.

"The intention is too obvious." The master of imitation sneered.

Before he finished speaking, he had to shake John's double hooks with crisp force.

Unexpectedly, John's reaction and strength are stronger. Although the skill may not be enough to directly use the entanglement or change the moves accordingly, but he uses a handling method that makes the imitator even more uncomfortable.

He directly relied on his reaction and strength to miss the imitation master's defense and continued to attack the neck.

The imitator could only step sideways, giving way and trying to get close to John.

However, John Gunsou's training is not vegetarian either. The crescent blade with the double-hooked backhand grip and the spikes at the hook tail are still sharp weapons for short combat, which directly prevents the imitation master from being in a position that is beneficial to short weapons.

The samurai sword that imitated the master was more restrained in the combination of short weapons, but several bloody mouths were drawn in just a few moves.

Stimulated by the smell of blood, the violent factor in John's body became excited, and the more he hit, the smoother he was. With a ton of strength, stickman's training, enhanced reflexes, and the use of the three kinds of strength became more and more handy.

The imitation master finally found an opening, and a kick was stomping on John's abdomen.

Get yourself out of the gap between short weapons.

Damn it, he thought he could stick in directly, but he didn't expect this guy to have two brushes to stop him directly.

brush!
John threw out the weapon in his left hand, hooked the gauntlet of his left hand with his right hand, as if the weapon had doubled in size, and once again drew a bloody opening on the chest of the imitator.

Photographic reflections!
The imitation master instantly obtained the reaction and strength similar to John's, and the two samurai swords were released one after the other.

With a flip of his hands, he put on the sharp-edged knuckles, and while John held up the flying samurai sword, he got closer to the distance again!
John also held the double hook of the hand guard with his backhand in time to attack the opponent closely.

"Clang clang clang..."

There was a subtle sound of blade clashing, which was actually not like the sound of short weapons colliding, but the sound of John's long hook vibrating after the two weapons collided.

One of the two chooses to attack because of enhanced reaction, and the other chooses the opponent's style of play with photographic reflex.

That's faster and faster!
John only felt that his reaction enhancement was getting closer and closer to the limit, but the opponent used photographic reflexes to reproduce his play style while predicting his next move, and he was about to suppress himself.

Simply don't keep your hands, and use a ton of strength to the limit!
Knocked the master imitator straight away, but just after flying a step away, John had turned to a pronated grip and hooked the master imitator's shoulder blade.

In the Marvel board game, the master of imitation has three strengths, the limit of ordinary people, and can bear objects twice his own weight.

But when he activates his photographic reflexes, he can briefly compete with the power of the US team.

It's a pity that he never thought that John didn't use his full strength at all, and now John, who was clearly still in the upper hand, suddenly broke out with all his strength.

As a result, he was subdued by one move, his arms drooped limply, and the sharp-edged knuckles in his hands slipped to the ground.

Otherwise, even if it is weakened to the point where there are no virtual weapons, no superheroes copied, no alloy armor, and only a bunch of ordinary weapons, the imitation master can force a 10-[-] fight with John for a few [-] minutes.

John pulled out the double hooks of the tiger's head, and flung off the blood on the edge of the blade smartly.

"Let's go, Jessica won't let me kill you." After speaking, he turned and walked towards the Wilshere gun store.

On the ceiling of the first floor of the gun shop, the electromagnetic sentinel cannon was aimed at the direction of the imitation master. Only if he made any sneak attack, trying to change the glass window would beat him to pieces.

Fortunately, the master imitator didn't do anything extra, just climbed up with difficulty, glanced at the signboard of the Wilshere gun shop, turned his head and walked into the darkness.

In the information department of the Snake Shield Bureau, Rumro looked at the monitoring signal intercepted by the Hydra in the information department, and held up the headset.

"Recycle the master of imitation and start to act."

(End of this chapter)