Burn Marvel

"Why is there no news yet?"

Jessica Jones kept wandering around the store like a rat on expired stimulants.

"Is he okay? I can't do this anymore. I have to do something..."

Three days have passed, and Jessica Jones is getting more and more manic as time goes by.

I already have the basic symptoms of middle-stage aunty such as irritability, vengeance, and irritability. Tonight the tipping point was finally reached.

On the contrary, Li Ze was very calm and slept when he should eat.

Watching entertainment channels non-stop every day, fully experiencing the decadence of capitalism.

The only small regret is that what happened that night never happened again.

"Stop shaking, I'm dizzy." The aura bursting out from Jessica Jones had to make Li Ze look away from the TV and said to her helplessly.

"Do you know if we don't find Gilgrave earlier..." Jessica Jones bent over and looked directly at Li Ze, and said every word seriously.

"I know." He's a superhero after all. Can you please stop being so panicked?

"Shit! You..." Perhaps her perfunctory attitude irritated her, Jessica Jones suddenly yelled at him.

The loud sound made Li Ze's ears buzz.

Li Ze put away his smile, his whole person became sharp and dangerous, and he looked at her with raised eyelids and a deep look.

"Sorry!" Jessica Jones's heart skipped a beat, and her skin even felt a stinging sensation. She straightened up, turned around, sighed, and said quietly: "I just... I just..."

Before she could say anything, the phone Li Ze put aside rang.

Jessica Jones turned around quickly, staring at the cell phone that was ringing non-stop.

Li Ze glanced at her, his temperament became lazy again, and he picked up the phone unhurriedly.

"Hey!"

"I found him." Matt Murdock on the other side of the phone did not say any pleasantries and went straight to the topic.

"Where?" Li Ze asked.

Jessica Jones squatted on the ground like a rabbit and leaned over, squinting her ears to hear more clearly.

This posture suddenly made Li Ze, who was sitting on the sofa, feel like a child under the seat of a certain family.

I really want to touch her head.

"In the upscale motel on Thirty-sixth Street."

Li Ze thought for a moment and found that there seemed to be only one motel in the entire 36th Street.

"Also." Matt continued in a solemn tone: "Five minutes ago, he asked someone to deliver a package to a place called Li's Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic. I heard a ticking sound in the package..."

Matt is currently on the rooftop of a building in Block 37. In fact, he had discovered traces of the Purple Man two days ago.

But as an adult with a normal IQ, he did not completely believe the one-sided words of the two strangers.

But the sense of justice in his heart did not allow him to turn a deaf ear. Of course, there might also be the role of Li Ze's 'identity threat' and the dozen Franklins.

He decided to investigate on his own first, and during the past two days, he heard something.

'I am your tenant. ’

'I am your master. ’

‘You must obey my orders unconditionally. ’

‘This is my thing, now just kneel on the ground. ’

Waiting for some series of weird and unreasonable dialogues, he had basically confirmed that this guy was really a criminal who could control people's minds.

It wasn't until he heard the ticking sound tonight, and could guess what was inside even if he couldn't see it, that he finally dialed Li Ze's number.

"Tick-tock-tock..." Li Ze laughed angrily. Even if he thought with the head of Jessica Jones, he knew that Ziren would not give him a clock. There would definitely be "big fireworks" in it.

Strange, why do I think of her head again and want to touch it...

Putting this thought behind him, Li Ze asked again:

"Where's the gift?"

"37 Street, Wasp Alley, walking distance, about one kilometer away from you. I don't know the appearance of the sender." Matt said briefly.

"Contact me anytime." After Li Ze finished speaking, he hung up the phone. He patted Jessica Jones on the head as he wished, stood up from the sofa and said, "We found him, let's bury him."

Jessica Jones played directly. She also heard frowning and saying:

"There must be a bomb inside. Should we call the police? If the population is so dense in the city, innocent people will die. Will you defuse it..."

Li Ze took out two P3s he just bought from the drawer. They were made by Yiwu. The volume was super high and they were filled with all kinds of brainwashing songs.

He handed one of the attached headphones to Jessica Jones and pulled her out the door.

On one side of the Wasp Lane, a young black man walked out holding a cardboard box.

With a golden baseball cap, a hip-hop outfit, and messy accessories, he is a common low-level gangster.

His body swayed normally with the movement. His head was a little stiff, especially his eyes were dull and lifeless.

"Bang" a hand knife hit his neck, and the black young man fainted to the ground. Two figures flashed out of the darkness.

Li Ze knelt down and pulled the cardboard box out of the black young man's arms.

Peel off the tape and take out the object inside.

Four bundles of red explosives were tied together, one end was connected to various lines, and the other end was tied with a clock as a fuse. The hands above show there are three minutes left.

This is a standard gangster bomb, simple and crude, but its power cannot be underestimated.

Li Ze was delighted. Only now did he really realize how smart Zi Ren was.

Can’t the Purple Man get better and more sophisticated bombs?

Obviously not. Even if this kind of bomb explodes and causes casualties, the Hell's Kitchen police will definitely move closer to the gang vendetta.

There is no way to trace it carefully. There are too many such things in Hell's Kitchen.

Purple people can cleverly hide themselves to avoid being noticed by higher-end organizations, such as SHIELD...

"What should I do?" Jessica Jones asked in a panic when she saw that there were still three minutes left.

"You go to the street and wait for me first." Li Ze didn't want to 'eat' in front of her.

"I want to stay with you. This is what I caused. I can't escape." Jessica Jones misunderstood what he meant.

"You go to the street corner and wait for me. I'll be right back."

"No, I can't leave you alone to defuse the bomb." Jessica Jones said firmly.

"Who said I was going to tear it down? I was going to eat it." Li Ze felt helpless.

"Then I'll stay too."

Li Ze almost rolled his eyes, it was like a TV show with a brain-dead person.

you go!

I do not go!

you go!

No! I want to stay with you.

"It's going to explode in a minute. Give me some time to think about which thread to cut."

Finally, after lingering for a minute, Jessica Jones reluctantly left, not forgetting to drag away the controlled black youth.

Li Ze licked the corner of his mouth. He had been idle recently and hadn't gone out to find anything to eat. How could Ziren be so smart? Everyone knows about delivering ‘takeaway’.

The white flame in his hand appeared out of thin air, flowing towards the bomb like mercury...

Jessica Jones stands under a streetlight at a street intersection. The insufficient power supply and aging streetlights flicker on and off.

Just like her current mood, every second is torture.

I was afraid that in the next moment, I would hear the sound and fire rising into the sky.

He lowered his head, clenched his fists, his body was shaking slightly, and his back was already wet with sweat.

"It's done, let's go." Li Ze's voice came, and he was walking leisurely through the street with his hands in his pockets.

Jessica Jones raised her head suddenly, saw him heaving a sigh of relief, and felt that a big mountain in her heart disappeared. At the same time, he was slightly surprised. Looking at it, he always felt that something was wrong with Li Ze.

Um! There's a toothpick missing from my mouth.

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