Recreating Cybertron in the Marvel Universe

The two of them entered a small courtyard from the back of the alley. It seemed to be the backyard warehouse of a certain bar, but there were no goods placed, and it was neatly packed away.

Trying not to alert the guards outside, they walked into a room that looked like an office, but the syringes and wine bottles placed everywhere on the ground showed that this was definitely not an office.

Walking in the dark towards the innermost room, Evans and Picol looked at each other and knocked gently on the door.

"Who?" A man's voice came from the room, but as soon as he opened the door, a gun was already pressed against his forehead.

"Don't shout, or I'll beat you to death." Picol said viciously.

They pushed the man into the room again. As soon as they entered the room, their eyes were fixed on a metal safe placed in the corner.

"Who are you?" The man tried to suppress the fear in his heart and said softly: "I advise you to leave here. This is not a place for you to run wild."

"Stop talking nonsense! Open the safe!" Picol pointed the gun at the man's head, but the man reluctantly refused: "Who sent you? If you leave now, I won't tell others..."

"Idiot!" Piccolo cursed secretly and smashed the butt of the gun into his face. The man immediately shut his mouth and opened the safe obediently. The two of them looked excitedly at the piles of U.S. dollars and coins in the safe. All kinds of jewelry, I quickly took out a cloth bag that I had on my body and put it in it.

"What is this?" Evans held up a small metal object. It seemed to be a USB flash drive, but it was placed in the innermost position of the safe, which seemed very important.

"Whatever!" Picol took it and threw it into the bag. Since they saw it, it naturally belonged to them.

At this moment, money brought great satisfaction. The two people's eyes were already fascinated by the cash in the safe. They did not notice that the man they held hostage was quietly retreating towards the money placed in the middle of the room. A work desk.

He tried hard not to alert the two robbers, slowly put his hands behind his back, and pulled out a small revolver from the hidden compartment under the table.

Taking a deep breath, he quickly raised his gun and fired, but at this time Picol also noticed his little move. The two of them fired almost at the same time. He hit Picol in the abdomen, and Picol shot Hit him in the forehead and he died.

"Damn it!" Without enough time to count, Evans swept all the contents of the safe into a cloth bag, then carried the cloth bag behind him, helped the painful Picol and rushed out the door.

The sound of gunshots alerted the guards outside, who rushed in with guns drawn, blocking them in the large office.

"Use this!" Picol took an oval-shaped object from his waist and stuffed it into Evans's hand. It was a grenade.

"Why do you carry this thing with you?" Evans widened his eyes and asked in surprise.

"Be prepared!" Picol smiled bitterly. Evans didn't ask any more questions and threw the grenade in his hand vigorously.

"Boom!" The sound of the grenade explosion suppressed the firepower of the guards. Taking advantage of this moment, he pulled up Picol and limped out of the door.

They wanted to drive away, but the guards shot the car and blew out the gas tank.

"Damn it!" Evans yelled, hurriedly ran out of the alley, stopped a passerby on a motorcycle, snatched his motorcycle, and drove Picol forward.

"Quick! Catch up!"

The guards were yelling, and some of them circled back to the entrance of the bar and drove to pursue them. Others also started to grab the cars of passers-by. Unfortunately, there were few pedestrians on the small road in the back alley, and most of them couldn't grab them. After the car, they left voluntarily, leaving only two guys waiting miserably. Finally, they saw a blue motorcycle and the boy riding on the motorcycle...

Ronan was a little embarrassed. He was supposed to be 'fighting crime', but now he was being robbed!

The road was blocked, so he had no choice but to drive his motorcycle into a side alley. He looked at the two fools slowly surrounding him and said, "Brothers, don't worry! My car has a bad temper. You guys I guess she can’t ride it yet... Wait, let me talk to her first, okay?"

"roll!"

The two guards didn't show any dignity at all. They pushed Ronan away and walked towards the motorcycle with a lewd smile. But before they could get close to the motorcycle, they found that the motorcycle's lights suddenly turned into two gun barrels. , and these two gun barrels were pointed directly at their own heads, and then, a tall robot appeared in front of them...

Looking at the two people who were scared to death and hearing the roar of the police car in his ears, Ronan shook his head helplessly. It seemed that his plan to make a fortune tonight would be ruined.

……

The sharp gunshots and explosions caused huge panic among nearby residents. The American people are actually very enthusiastic. At the very least, they will call the police, regardless of whether the person involved is willing or not...

As soon as he received the alarm call, Rubens immediately led a large group of his men and rushed straight over. He was familiar with this place because the witness who was murdered in his previous case was an employee here. .

And the person who killed him was the actual owner of this bar, the witness’s boss...

The police set up a blockade near the bar and surrounded the back alley of the bar, but when Rubens was about to enter, he was stopped.

It was a white middle-aged man, followed by two stern-faced bodyguards. The solid muscles on their bodies and the thick calluses on their hands all showed that they were not showy.

The white man seemed to have just arrived. At least his brown leather shoes were not stained with too much mud. He was wearing a snow-white suit and his short hair was neatly trimmed. He seemed to be unable to bear the turbid air in the alley. While covering his mouth and nose with a colorful square scarf, he waved it twice from time to time, as if to get rid of the annoying rancid smell.

But Rubens knew very well that he could never get rid of this smell, because this smell came from himself, a villain, a guy who should rot in hell!

At the same time, he is also the actual owner behind this bar, - 'Barrister' Cecil...

"Look who this is! Isn't this Officer Rubens, the most shrewd and capable police officer in the New York Police Department! What makes you come to my small bar?" Cecil said to Rubens very politely. Si nodded, and then said in an obviously teasing tone.