The devil roaming the American comics

Natasha's driving skills were second to none and she was definitely an experienced driver, but even for her, by the time she arrived at the first tracking location, the battle was over, leaving only the broken bones of the hellfire.

I'm secretly shocked, Damon is so fast

Not daring to neglect, she chased the red dot that continued to move without even stopping the car. This time, she finally caught up with the observer just as the battle was about to begin.

This was a midnight bar in a back alley, and she followed Damon into the back door of the bar.

The back door was wide open, and a fat, bald black guy was lying on the ground. Natasha squatted down and touched the black guy's throat. The throat bone was deeply concave. Someone broke the throat bone in an instant and suffocated him to death. .

Then, Natasha walked lightly into the bar. Gang members were lying in various places along the way. The fatal parts of their bodies were either stab wounds or punches, but there were no gunshot wounds. In addition, she didn't hear the sound of any gang member firing a gun the whole time she walked in. One can imagine how amazing Damon's fighting ability is.

"Record: The target's combat effectiveness is very good. He is proficient in cold weapons and unarmed combat. Hot weapons have not been used yet. We need to continue to observe. The record is complete."

Due to time constraints, Natasha simply recorded the key points and did not record some details on the spot.

Continuing to walk inside, she vaguely heard screams coming from the bar.

She walked through the corridor full of corpses, stopped at the secret door leading to the bar at the end, gently opened the closed door, and looked at the chaotic bar through a crack.

On the bar, a gang member was held down by Damon and cried bitterly, pleading intermittently.

There was still an orange flame burning in Damon's hand. He put the burning flame on the gang member's hand and burned it. The hot flame slowly devoured the flesh and blood.

"Spare your life, don't burn it"

"Ah, what are you going to do? What do you want to know? Ask me."

"Ouch, don't burn anymore, help me."

In just a short while, only the bones of the burned arm were left. The gang members fainted several times and were awakened by severe pain.

"Hand my hand woo woo mommy"

Peng~

The hellfire lit up again, and the gang members struggled in fear, but Al was unmoved, held him down, and threw the hellfire into his other hand.

"Ouch, it hurts, it hurts me so much, kill me, kill me."

"Just be patient, it will be over soon."

"You killed me"

With a wave of his hand, Al drew the hellfire to his hand, and then threw it into the corridor he came from without looking back.

"whoosh"

The hellfire that condensed the devil's will penetrated the door panel without leaving a trace of flame, and rolled past the corpse that had just been marked.

The corpses burned instantly in Natasha's horrified eyes, which was not at all consistent with common sense. The corpses swaying with orange fire showed their hideousness in the hellfire that swept over the soul.

Is this the mutilation of corpses or Damon’s other hobby?

Staring at the flames behind her, Natasha thought about it, maybe he was not pretending, but actually had a mental illness.

It was very open. Before she could make a judgment, the hellfire swept all the souls and rose from the bones of Brother Hei at the back door. On the way back, balls of flames rose out of thin air and merged into the original ball of hellfire. and returned through the portal back into Damon's hands.

At this time, the two gang members, whose flesh and blood were burned and only bones were left, were kneeling on the ground with a look of despair on their faces. His two hand bones were lifted up from behind by Al, and he looked cheerfully at the cell phone recording in front of him. Saying hello.

"Hey Frank, remember me?"

After Al said hello, he turned to look at the desperate gang member and greeted him warmly: "Come on, man, smile and say hello to your boss."

"Boss, help me, he is a madman"

"Don't say that, even if I'm so crazy, I still remember your boss, isn't he D'Amico?"

After Al finished talking about the nonsense before, he straightened his face with a smile. However, his straight face didn't have much solemnity, and it looked a little weird.

He looked at the phone camera and said happily: "In order to prevent you from forgetting me, I have been trying my best to attract your attention some time ago."

"Of course, the pre-dinner desserts have already made us so happy. Now I have to serve you the main meal. In order to commemorate this important day today, I specially inform you officially without makeup, Frank D'Amico, the gluttonous feast of revenge. Let’s begin”

"Let me light birthday candles for you, hahaha, cheers, happy birthday D'Amico hahaha"

"boom"

Letting go of his hand, a wisp of fire dripped on the gang member's head. With a puff, the hellfire seemed to have fallen into a gasoline barrel, and blazing orange flames burst into flames.

Behind the flames, Al smiled brightly and twisted.

Did you see Natasha, this flame was lit not only to intimidate the members of the D'Amico family, but also for you and Nick Fury behind you.

"madman"

At the secret door, Natasha, who had witnessed everything, sighed with an ugly expression on her face.

D'Amico Building.

Although this is a gang headquarters, it is well organized inside. Members stay in their own floors from top to bottom according to their rank. The further down, the denser the members are.

On the contrary, the further up you go, the fewer gang members live.

The top floor is where only D'Amico's family of three lives. Likewise, Frank D'Amico's office is also on the top floor.

It was already very late. Normally D'Amico would have fallen asleep at this point, but today, for some reason, he always felt uneasy, as if something was going to happen.

The irritable mood prevented him from sleeping peacefully. Walking out of the living room, D'Amico came to the martial arts gym next to the office. He was proficient in Japanese kendo and built this martial arts gym specifically to relieve his worries or vent his anger.

After taking off his sword room and taking out the Ichimonji, which was said to be an ancient sword that he bought at a large price, D'Amico walked to the center of the martial arts dojo, stood still for a moment, and took up his stance.

"drink"

With a shout of harmony, the shadow of the knife and the silhouette of the figure merged into one and danced together.

"drink"

"Crack it"

"call"

After exhaling, D'Amico nodded with satisfaction. He ignored the piles of dummies scattered on the ground and raised the Ichimonji in his hand to look at it carefully.

"As expected of the ancient sword that I spent 50 US dollars to buy. It's a pleasure."

After venting his anger and feeling relieved, D'Amico held the knife and walked back to the knife rest. Just as he was about to pick up the maintenance tools and wipe the knife, the door was suddenly pushed open rudely.

"Boss, something happened"

"kindness"

D'Amico's hand that picked up the tool froze, and he turned around with eyes wide open.

At the door, the strategist of the D'Amico family was sweating profusely, holding a cell phone and answering the call, waving to him constantly.

D'Amico's face was gloomy, and he did not wipe the knife. He hurriedly put it back on the knife rest, followed the military advisor and walked out, asking as he walked: "What happened?"

At this time, the military advisor also ended the call. He looked back at his boss with an extremely ugly face and said: "Several edge strongholds were pulled out. According to the people who escaped, it was a guy named Damon who did it."

"I was about to investigate, but"

Swallowing his saliva, the military advisor continued before D'Amico's face turned dark: "But all family members received a short video at the same time, the content is, yes"

"What is it, tell me quickly"

"It's a horrific video of members being publicly burned at the stake, and a provocation to you, the boss."