Burn Marvel

The killers' siege gradually tightened, and the space for movement became smaller and smaller. Li Ze has been forced into a corner on the third floor, leaning against a load-bearing pillar.

Sure enough, fisting to the flesh is a man's romance! It would be a little shameful to be called a whip-slinger or something like that!

After thinking about it for a while, Li Ze gave up on the exciting plan of jumping out and fighting hand-to-hand.

A ball of flame ignited in the palm of the hand, concentrated, compressed, and condensed until the flame was restrained and had a crystal-like texture.

He nodded with satisfaction. This was the result of his experiments over the past few days.

Compressing the flame can make the flame whip more powerful and faster, and because of its ability to burn everything, it also has an 'armor-breaking' effect.

With a slight wave of his hand, the flames moved according to his heart, turning into a long whip, like a spiritual snake, it went around the pillar and pierced straight into the chest of a certain killer, and came out through the body.

In the killer's fearful and disbelieving gaze, the flames spread and quickly engulfed his body, and then the flames whipped non-stop, cutting an unlucky guy in half with a horizontal swing and turning it into ashes.

"What the hell"

"Oh, God!……"

The flames dispelled the darkness, and all the killers witnessed the scene of their companions being ignited and cremated, and their inner panic could no longer be suppressed.

He yelled crazily and poured bullets towards Li Ze's position, hitting the walls and pillars with loud bangs and sparks flying in all directions along with the cement blocks.

The fireworks from the bullets illuminated their twisted and ferocious faces, full of momentum, but the killers were retreating.

They are all elite members of the Irish Glory Gang, and most of them have military backgrounds. They are fundamentally different from gangsters who only rob pedestrians and extort shops.

Encouraged by money and gangsterism, they fear no enemy.

But the premise of the enemy is an individual.

Fear stems from the unknown.

"Everyone get down!" Godin shouted and rushed out from behind the killers.

Get down? What to do? Li Ze was stunned for a moment, then poked his head out from behind the pillar to take a look.

"Your brother-in-law, rocket launcher"

I saw Godin squatting half-crouched, holding a dark green rocket launcher on his shoulder and emitting white smoke. A rocket made a violent whistling sound and hit the wall next to Li Ze.

During the explosion, shrapnel and impact came. Li Ze felt like a kite blown up by a hurricane and hit the pillar hard. His eyes and ears completely lost their function, and even half of his body lost consciousness.

After the baptism of bullets and explosions, the pillar could no longer hold on. It broke into three sections and collapsed, burying Li Ze in the ruins together with the roof that fell above. Dust instantly filled the entire third floor.

Godin stood up, first patted the dirt on his hair, and then stretched out his hand to wipe his face. He looked around and saw that there were less than ten people left. The losses were heavy.

"Ahem, boss, is he dead?" a killer next to him asked after coughing twice.

"It's dead. Stark Industries Z_27 small rocket launcher. No matter what it is at such a short distance, it's dead. Our boss finally managed to get a few back and named them big babies." Godin replied.

"Just die. Boss, what was that thing just now? Why is there a tentacle?" the killer asked again.

"How do I know?" Godin said impatiently, "Hurry up and see how much he has left, take it back and deal with the boss."

After hearing this, the killers walked forward in twos and threes without asking questions, picking through the rubble.

Godin took out a crumpled cigarette from his arms, held it in his mouth, lowered his head, lit it, and took a drag. It was his habit to smoke a cigarette after every fight to celebrate that he could still breathe.

"Boss..." came a trembling voice.

"Huh?" Godin raised his head, his pupils shrank sharply, and the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground.

On the ruins where Li Ze was buried, a three-inch-high white flame appeared out of thin air. It looks fragile and lonely, as if it will be extinguished with a breeze.

Then more and more white flames emerged from the ruins.

two flowers

Three flowers,

…………

‘Boom’ Suddenly white flames shot up into the sky like a volcano erupting.

Like a tall tower reaching into the sky, a giant dragon spreading its wings, and waves breaking through a dam. Surging and roaring, it occupied the space on the third floor.

Neither broken cement, exposed steel bars, decaying tables and chairs, nor a killer frozen in place can slow it down. Devour, burn, burn up.

Godin stood farthest and reacted fastest. Turning around and rushing towards the window, he knew that he had no other choice but to jump from the third floor to have a chance of survival.

The long whip condensed from the flames and wrapped around Godin's neck. The huge pulling force made him fall on his back to the ground and was dragged back.

Li Ze walked out of the flames, half of his body already completely on fire.

The huge pain of his body being blown apart made him unable to control his expression, which looked weird and terrifying. He stepped on Godin's head.

"I don't think this is a tentacle, it's a whip. Do you understand?"

These were the last words Godin heard in his life.

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5:20 a.m., SHIELD Trident Headquarters. Coulson knocked on the door of the Director of SHIELD's office.

"Come in" Nick Fury said after turning off the video he was watching.

"Director, I have a special incident report with a confidentiality level of four," Coulson said with a serious expression and a low voice.

"Put that matter aside for now, Coulson." Nick Fury said jokingly with a rare smile on his black face, "I remember I just gave you three days off when you came back from Afghanistan. You should go and have a date." A date, like with someone who plays the cello.”

"Unfortunately, Director, I made the assessment of this Level special incident, and I made a mistake. In fact, it was much more serious than I thought. It might be a mutant incident." Coulson smiled bitterly. .

"Oh, tell me." Nick Fury put away his smile and sat up straight. In an instant, the shrewdness and strength of the king of agents emerged on him.

"Three months ago, field agents reported that a special effect pill was circulating in Hell's Kitchen. Our agent obtained 20 pills through bribery and used them as experimental materials to analyze the ingredients. Because it was not taken seriously at the time, this task was handed over to SHIELD. Gemma Simmons from Bureau Academy.”

"What's the result?" Nick Fury asked

"There are no results, and no ingredients can be analyzed at all. Because there is no major impact, I include this as a level four incident."

As Coles said this, he took out a photo from his arms and placed it on the table. It was Li Ze stretching in front of Li's ancestral traditional Chinese medicine. "What I really want to say is this person."

Nick Fury picked up the photo and looked at it twice before motioning for Coulson to continue.

“No birth certificate, no medical records, no credit card records, and the first trace of this man was in a taxi, where the driver said he was soaked, talking gibberish and skipping the taxi. Again. It appeared a year ago when a small shop in Hell's Kitchen was renamed Li's Ancestral Traditional Chinese Medicine. It is worth noting that before this, there were at least seven gangsterism incidents in Hell's Kitchen. Regardless of money, drugs, personnel or even The guns disappeared out of thin air and never appeared again. The gangsters in Hell's Kitchen called the perpetrators the White Ghost."

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