Struggle in the world of American comics

A corner on the edge of Brooklyn and Manhattan, slightly rundown because of its proximity to Hell's Kitchen.

Jordani followed Cassian and squatted on the rooftop of an apartment building. Looking down, he could just see a dilapidated rental house next to the train viaduct.

A young man with a dangling look all over his body was being robbed by a hip-hop guy.

"Is this the helper you're talking about? He's awesome..."

"Don't be anxious. Do you know what it means to wait and wait? He is the son of the former top master in the mutual aid association."

"The temperament doesn't look very similar. Are you sure they are biological children?"

"..."

Willis Gibson is the young version of Professor X who was cuckolded by Star-Lord.

Jordani didn't know that Cassian would actually lead him to Willis. Although it was a bit unexpected, it seemed to be reasonable.

At this time, Professor

Jordani and Cassian didn't spend too long squatting there, but one morning later, on their way to the restaurant, Jordani and Cassian saw a middle-aged man wearing a dark green leather jacket.

The sad stubble, the slightly aged eyes, and the whole body exuded a fierce feeling that no strangers should enter.

The opponent is indeed a great master. In terms of stealth and hiding skills, he is much better than Jordani and Cassian. The two of them didn't even notice the slightest difference.

After being held at gunpoint by such a great master, Cassian raised his hands very calmly and simply.

Jordani seemed calmer.

Skills such as quick draw, three bursts, and long-range blocking are all instantaneous and telekinetic. As long as he is not being hacked, Jordani has the ability to fight back at any time in a face-to-face situation.

"Hey Cross, calm down, I'm the gunsmith, Cassian, you recognize me, right?"

Cassian's words were gentle, concise, and full of cowardice. Of course, in a sense, this also meant being weak and harmless.

Cross on the opposite side had a cold face, without any intention of saying anything. He quickly stepped forward, pointed a gun at the two of them with one hand, and searched their bodies with the other.

Jordani and the two were originally here to find allies, so naturally they did not bring weapons.

After confirming this, the cold-blooded Han Cross lowered his guard slightly, but still did not put down his pistol. Instead, he tucked it under his jacket and pointed it at Jordani and the two.

"Cross, we are here with good intentions, you should be able to feel it..."

"Go across the street."

Without any nonsense, Cross pointed his gun at the two of them concealedly. With the signal, the three of them arrived at a restaurant across the street.

The restaurant was doing well, so Cross chose a seat that was relatively secluded and extremely safe.

The three of them took their seats, and Cross's expression became a little more relieved.

"Are you sent by the mutual aid association?"

"Of course not, Cross, if you are well-informed enough, you should know that I am dead, at the hands of the mission target next to me."

Cassian's cowardice was still there, and he showed a standard smile with eight teeth, which was quite shining.

Cross had a poker face and showed no expression from beginning to end, staring directly at the two of them without saying a word.

Cassian wanted to explain something, but Jordani spoke first: "In fact, we are here to work with you to deal with the mutual aid association!"

Cross frowned slightly and said, "No need, I can do it myself."

Jordani smiled and said: "Actually, even if you are not good enough, Cassian can find your weaknesses, let alone the mutual aid association and the huge force at the tip of the iceberg behind the mutual aid association."

After finishing speaking, Jordani summoned the waiter and ordered two cups of coffee.

One cup was for my own use, and the other was given anonymously to Willis, the guy who was dining in the restaurant.

Seeing Jordani's actions, Cross was filled with murderous intent, and Cassian's face changed drastically and he was trembling.

Cassian has only been a member of the Mutual Aid Association for half a year and is a newbie.

When Cassian joined the Mutual Aid Association, the opposite Cross was already the strongest killer in the Mutual Aid Association, known as the Cross. In half a year, he killed many people and made the Mutual Aid Association panic.

Jordani looked fearless and said calmly: "This is not to provoke you, but a kind reminder."

"In fact, I also have a 6-year-old daughter. If it were me, I would definitely not want my daughter to live in danger that may happen at any time."

"Only by killing the entire mutual aid association can we ensure that Willis can live a normal life, instead of being regarded as a weakness and used against you anytime and anywhere."

Cross's face became increasingly ugly, but he restrained his murderous intent.

After being silent for a while, Cross finally said: "You two are too weak to have any effect at all."

Wo Nima!

Jordani almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. He didn't expect the other party to spit out such a sentence after holding it in for such a long time.

In a short period of time, Jordani even had the urge to use a variety of skills such as knee strikes, instant kicks, and roundhouse kicks to directly attack.

Squeezing down a mouthful of old blood, Jordani looked ugly and said nothing.

Cassian, who was next to him, observed the words, took care of the emotions of the two bosses, and activated the black guy's natural skills. In an almost rap-like way, he quickly related the grievances and relationships between Jordani, CIA, Osborne, and the Assassin Mutual Aid Association. Said it again.

Cross was a little moved and said, "How sure are you of convincing Cia?"

Jordani said without blinking: "One hundred percent."

What has to be said is that in this world, the pursuit of the super soldier serum by various forces is almost fanatical.

So far, CIA, Osborne, Mutual Aid Association, and even Jordani have been involved.

Almost all the grievances revolve around the biological serum potion.

Going back to the roots, all the medicines can be traced back to the super soldier serum.

As for the future military, Hydra, S.H.I.E.L.D., etc., it is self-evident that they will pursue the super soldier serum.

On the condition that the spider potion has achieved certain results, CIA has no reason to refuse.

After all, if the car overturns the Assassin Mutual Aid Association, CIA will definitely be the winner, and if possible, it can even take a bite out of the Osborne Group.

Is there anything cheaper than this in the world?

After explaining the interests involved, Cross just thought about it for a short while, watched his son walking out of the restaurant, and then let out a long sigh.

"I can join, but you guys can discuss the CIA matter. I will only participate in offensive operations when necessary!"

"No problem, happy working together!"