Bloodlines of the Marvel Universe

Fortunately.

Kahn found no sign of Wanda in these rooms.

Throwing away the empty SCAR rifle, he quickly walked to the room at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

Kahn pushed open the half-open door, and as soon as he stepped in, a dark hole appeared from the right.

A low, magnetic male voice then sounded from the side: "Who are you?"

"Who is Marco here?"

Glancing at the several Albanian gangsters lying on the ground, Kahn didn't care about the muzzle of the gun next to his temple, and said calmly: "It shouldn't be you, right?"

The middle-aged man did not answer and asked again: "I ask again, who are you!?"

Black leather jacket, tall figure, fine stubble, high nose bridge and deep eye sockets typical of Angsa people.

Coupled with that strange, yet extremely familiar face.

According to Kahn's experience summarized in the past few years.

The guy who gives him a similar feeling is usually either a villain or a 'protagonist' with a strong sense of justice.

Judging from the fact that the other party did not kill him immediately, but instead asked patiently.

The probability that this middle-aged man is the 'protagonist' should be higher.

"You can call me 'V'."

Knowing it in his heart, Kahn specifically reminded: "By the way, I hate it when people point guns at my head. Can you put it down?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man became more vigilant. He subconsciously tightened the Glock in his hand and took two steps back: "What is your purpose here?"

"Marco stole my stuff."

Seeing that Kahn was so easy to talk to, the middle-aged man took it further: "Take off your mask, hands, hands..."

Halfway through his words, Kahn danced with phantoms with his hands, and in the eyes of the other party's shocked eyes, he dismantled the small pistol into a pile of parts.

"I told you, I hate having a gun pointed at my head."

Pressing down the other person's stiff arm, Kahn smiled and said: "Besides, shouldn't you state your name before asking others?"

"John, John Smith."

Realizing that this mysterious man seemed to have no ill intentions towards him, the middle-aged man hesitated and gave out a false name.

"You have to be sincere even if you're perfunctory, right?"

Hearing this name, Kahn was so angry that he didn't laugh: "Why don't you call me Bond? What about James Bond?"

In the West, John and Smith are the most common first and last names respectively.

The combination is similar to that of 'Zhang Wei' in his previous life.

The man who called himself John replied abruptly: "I don't dare to use the name of that MI6 ace agent without permission."

"Oh? Do you know that 007 exists, or does he have an East Coast accent?"

While searching for the target of his trip, Kahn asked: "Are you from the CIA, FBI, NSA (National Security Agency), or DHS (Department of Homeland Security)?"

"No comment."

Noticing Kahn's gaze, John took a step to the right and blocked a curly-haired man who was bleeding from his mouth and nose and fell into a coma behind him.

Although his appearance is slightly different from the photo provided by the Continental Hotel, this person must be the leader of the Albanian criminal gang.

Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, Kahn's tone suddenly turned cold: "You want to stop me?"

He has already flexed his muscles once.

As an agent, this guy shouldn't be so blind.

"Marco can't give it to you now."

John refused to budge: "I need to ask him something. After that, whatever you want is fine."

"It's a coincidence, so am I."

John frowned, and then thinking about the other party's words just now, he couldn't help but think of a possibility, and asked uncertainly: "They also kidnapped your people?"

"bingo!"

Snapping his fingers, Kahn's tone became much warmer: "It seems that there is no need for us to become enemies."

"So much the better."

Silently putting away the dagger in his sleeve, John suggested: "Leave him to me. I am professional in interrogation."

Hearing this, Kahn almost laughed out loud.

In terms of the professionalism of the interrogation, agents like John who rely on physical means are not worthy of being supported by vampires.

Not to mention that several lines of vampires have the ability to hypnotize.

Only high-level vampires from Selena's line can obtain the target's memory by sucking blood.

In addition, there are vampires with superpowers who can read minds, vampires that parasitize their hosts and obtain all the memories of the other party, etc...

In his mind, he went through all the abilities that could obtain information from Marco, and Kahn's half-rising smile suddenly froze on his face.

None of the vampires he belongs to have these abilities!

More importantly, although he knew some people who had the ability to solve this problem, distant water could not save nearby fire.

I don’t want to owe Selena that troublesome woman a favor.

After struggling for a while, Kahn finally nodded and agreed to John's proposal: "Then let me see your expertise."

………………

Using a basin of cold water to wake up Marco who was tied to the chair, John waved two spikes in front of him: "Wake up, I need you to concentrate!"

Seeing that the other party remained silent, John held the spike and hammered Marco's thigh hard with both palms.

"Ah~!"

After the other party's screams stopped, John continued to ask: "Are you focused now?"

Then, he picked up two pliers connected to wires and clamped them on the iron nails nailed to Marco's thighs.

Taking out a photo, John pointed at the blond girl on it and said, "Where is this girl?"

"Scare~tui!"

Marco showed sarcasm, smiled silently, and spit in the face of the agent in front of him.

He picked up the rag and wiped the saliva on his face, then stuffed it into the other person's mouth.

Eager to save his daughter, John instantly transformed into the Thunder King and pressed the switch next to him.

After wasting nearly half an hour and still not getting the information he wanted, Kahn couldn't stand it anymore.

"Is it wrong to deal with this scumbag so gently? Where is the waterboarding that you agents love the most?"

John defended: "I'm worried that the intensity will be too strong and this guy will faint or commit suicide."

"Besides, his bones are a little harder than I expected."

"Really? Then let me see if his bones are strong enough."

Hearing this, John consciously stepped aside.

Turn off the power switch, bring a chair and sit in front of the criminal gang leader.

Pulling off the rag from the other person's mouth, Kahn said hypocritically: "Do you feel better, dear Mr. Marco?"

Staring at the two people in front of him, Marco remained silent.

"Judging from your appearance, you should be feeling much better."

Kahn clapped his hands lightly and said to himself: "Last night, you tied up a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl with a round face and black hair. Where is she now?"

"Go to hell!"

With an angry curse, Marco was about to repeat his old trick and spit on the white smiling mask in front of him.

'Snapped! '

But Kahn noticed his intention in advance and slapped him on the face: "My temper is not as good as John's."

With a warning, Kahn stretched out his left hand and pressed the opponent's left palm firmly on the armrest of the seat.

Then use the thumb of your right hand to lift the other person's middle finger and slowly push forward.

Under Kahn's continuous force, Marco's middle finger quickly reached a ninety-degree angle.

Then, one hundred degrees, 120 degrees...

Finally, there was a click and a shrill scream echoed through the abandoned factory building again.