I'm a boss in the Marvel world

Even if an ordinary person has great strength, speed, and good physical fitness, he is still just a special ordinary person.

When fighting a warrior who has been baptized by blood and fire, he can often be killed with one blow.

This is not an exaggeration at all.

Just like Miss Natasha Romanoff, who is known as the Black Widow in S.H.I.E.L.D., or Agent Natasha Romanov Romanoff, she doesn't have any powerful superpowers.

But because of its first-class fighting skills, experience, proficient use of various weapons and vehicles, and the ability to infiltrate and obtain intelligence, hacking, disguise, and torture, it has a place in the Avengers.

In the secret realm, Allen completed the transformation from an ordinary person with strong physique, strength, and speed to a warrior with some experience.

Now he has been able to skillfully use his ability.

Of course, a lot of training is still needed in terms of experience, and the consciousness returns to reality from the secret realm.

Feeling the changes in his body, the next thing to do is to weigh how much that Simmons Oliver weighs.

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At 12 o’clock the next night, on Fifth Avenue, in the basement of a bar called Garfunkel’s.

"Oh, shit! How many times have you lost again! Dear Ed, if I find you cheating, I will definitely chop off your fingers, stuff them into your liver, and then take them out and stuff them into your vagina." mouth!"

Simmons Oliver, who was 2 meters tall, gritted his teeth and screamed angrily when he looked at the big man with a scar on his face.

For Simmons Oliver, this week has been a disaster.

A few days ago, through the introduction of several leaders of the Satan Gang, I met the big man named Ed in front of me. He himself was a gambler.

Once, at his own suggestion, several people played baccarat together. It was okay at first, and he always won, making him think that the gambling luck finally came to his side.

Have you ever thought that in the next few times, it was like seeing a ghost and kept losing. Until he lost all his hundreds of thousands of dollars.

Although he is the leader of the Satan gang, he is only helping the boss, Satan, to manage this territory.The big oil and water have already been handed over, and there is no money in the first place.

Especially since that damn Spider-Man appeared, the boss has become like a coward, not allowing them to do anything, making him think that he has become a good person.

For Simmons, whoever he is, Spider-Man, giving him a bullet is not the same as those unlucky ghosts lying on the ground before.

Simmons, who hadn't received dollars in his pocket for a long time, felt extremely anxious.

It wasn't until I won tens of thousands of dollars from a few idiots that I felt at ease. Who would have thought that I would be losing money all the time, and after losing hundreds of thousands of dollars, I would have to "borrow" some money from the street to get it back.

After finally "borrowing" tens of thousands of dollars from a few shops, he lost it all within a few days, although he had suspected that the bosses and that bastard who was just Ed was playing his own game.

But he found little evidence. In this way, he was extremely angry, so the above conversation took place.

"Hey! Dear friend Simmons, please speak responsibly. You have no proof that I cheated, do you?"

"You have to know that you suggested to play this game at first." The big man named Ed had a big smile on his face.

"Hmph, it's best not to let me find evidence of your cheating, or I will do what I say."

Snapped!

"Let's go!" Simmons slapped his broad palm on the gaming table vigorously, and waved to the two boys standing behind him.

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I saw my target, Simmons Oliver, who had been waiting for a long time at the door of the bar.

Allen, who was hiding in the corner, raised his hands back and put on the hood of the sweater on his body. The large hood of the sweater covered half of his face. You must know that this was bought for 20 dollars. It can be worth two hours of his wages.

"Simmons Oliver has to pay for the 20-dollar sweatshirt," Allen, who was wearing a hood, muttered in a low voice.

As for how Allen knew that Simmons Oliver was here, it all had to be blamed on his own obvious physical characteristics. For such an obvious character, you can find out which restaurant he ate at today and which toilet he went to for a little money.

Alan has even inquired about where he lives.

"It's good to have money." Allen, who has less than 800 US dollars, sighed.

Simmons in front started to move around, and he seemed a little emotional. He waved his hands angrily and cursed all about shit, hell, and the like.

So at first Allen thought he would drive somewhere, and he even thought of a strategy to deal with it.I didn't expect this guy to choose to walk. It seems that God also wants to punish him, doesn't he?

After a while, they came to a street with few people. Although it was night, New York is a city that never sleeps, but this street is different.

This is because this street was notoriously chaotic in the past, and it was reported that someone was robbed here every now and then.

Over time, not many people dare to pass by this street at night, but due to the recent appearance of a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man who likes to fight crime, people who occasionally need to take a shortcut home in a hurry still choose to pass by here.

No, the lady named Vina Taylor is anxious to send the key to the store to close the door and chooses to pass by here.

Ms. Vina was wearing an ordinary white women's T-shirt and dark jeans. The strange thing was that she also wore large sunglasses on her face, so that only half of her face could be seen clearly.

Just as Wei Na was in a hurry, a rough voice suddenly came from the path on the right: "Hey, lady, stop your little steps, if you don't want your head to explode."

Hearing the sound, Weina turned to the right, only to see a big man holding a pistol and pointing the black muzzle at it. Weina suddenly stood still, and because she was wearing sunglasses, she couldn't see her expression.

"Damn it, I'm going to use "it" again." If the big man's ears were good enough, he might have heard this sentence that only Wei Na could hear by herself.

"Yes, come here slowly, don't be afraid, hehe." The big man continued.

Wei Na followed suit, after all, it was too obvious on the street, and it would be over if "they" noticed it.

In a dimly lit alley. Simmons squinted at the lady in front of him and said in an ungentlemanly manner: "Hey, madam, if I tell you the truth, I think you will save yourself a lot of trouble."

"Now, immediately give all the dollars and valuables on your body to the young man next to me? Do as I say!"

Wei Na looked at the tower-like man in front of her and said with a "nervous" expression: "Please don't hurt me, sir, I'll give you everything I have on me, please." Although she couldn't see the eyes of the girl in front of her, she was It seemed to Simmons that those eyes must be full of pitiful tears that were about to burst out.

Just when Simmons was about to laugh, a young voice suddenly came from behind, and the young voice was full of magnetism.

But Simmons doesn't like being interrupted when he is doing business.

"Hey, look here!" Bang!

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