Saiyans in the Marvel world

As soon as he left the office, Blake quickly put on his special combat uniform.

After putting on his clothes, he immediately found that the combat uniform fit his body very well and was made of extremely light material.

The vest-style armor on the upper body seems to be completely weightless, and you can't feel the slightest weight when wearing it.

Stretching out his hand and picking it gently, Blake realized that the hardness of the armor was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

At least after he used all his strength, he still couldn't break even half of it.

It seems that blocking a bullet should be easy, but you still have to pay attention to the defense of your head.

The entire server is armed and the detection function of combat instruments is quickly turned on.

Blake then dodged towards the block not far away.

Hell's Kitchen, as the leading chaotic area in the entire Manchester City area, is home to countless gangs, large and small.

Larger gangs deal with drugs, women, arms, and even control police departments.

The smaller ones collect protection fees, steal, rob, and do some unattractive jobs.

In short, the entire Hell's Kitchen is a huge lawless place, and the residents living here face countless harassment every day.

Those with a little bit of ability moved away early and fled here, while the remaining poor people had to bear high taxes while being harassed by gangs every day.

……

At this time, there was a small supermarket not far away.

Discounted onions and expired free bread are displayed outside the glass door.

There is a handwritten sign taped to the window with the words 'Chen's Store' written on it.

After a while, a man wearing a black leather jacket opened the door and walked in.

He had a scruffy beard that looked like he hadn't shaved in days, and he was holding a crumpled newspaper in his hand.

The man walked into the store and said hello casually.

"Hi, Mrs. Chen, good afternoon."

The owner of the grocery store was a middle-aged Chinese woman with a kind face. At this time, she asked with concern.

"Eddie, you don't look good. Are you in any trouble again?"

The young man known as Eddie shrugged and sighed.

"How should I put it...life is always full of all kinds of bumps and bruises, isn't it?"

As he spoke, he tucked the newspaper under his arm, then picked up a plastic basket and started picking out lunch for later.

Mrs. Chen behind the counter gave him a worried look.

"Eddie, your face looks like a piece of shit."

"what???"

"I said your face looks like shit. Your mind reflects your body, Eddie! Did you listen to me and meditate?"

"God, has no one told you that your English is terrible? Besides, meditation is useless. Also, the DVD your cousin sold me last time was in Chinese. I couldn't understand what it was saying. What’s good???”

Eddie rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, and then quickly walked into the shelves.

However, when he saw the prices of the goods in front of him, he felt increasingly exhausted both physically and mentally.

In one day, I lost my job, my lover, my future, and my future... All that was left to me was a pile of bills and this damn sandwich that had increased by a full $1.3!

Obviously it was still $2 last week!Why did it become $3.2 today!

"Price has risen too fast. We should fire all the guys from the Market Supervision Bureau."

Eddie murmured to himself as he calculated his expenses with a headache.

He was fired from Global Daily in the morning. Now he is no longer a promising journalist, but a down-and-out homeless man who has a headache about how to pay off his credit card next month.

But just as Eddie was choosing a sandwich, the glass door of the supermarket was pushed open again.

A short man wearing a plaid shirt and a beard walked in quickly.

As soon as he walked to the counter, he looked around, then took out a silver Colt and pointed it at Mrs. Chen.

"A bottle of whiskey and all the money, come on."

When Mrs. Chen saw the black muzzle of the gun, her face turned pale.

"Please...don't do this...please!"

The man's eyes widened and he threatened in a deep voice.

"Stop talking nonsense! If you get any more ink stains, I'll shoot!"

The man loaded the bullet with a click, then held it against Mrs. Chen's head, with murderous intent in his eyes.

At this time, Eddie, who was hiding in the shelves at the back, couldn't help but change his face when he saw this scene.

Damn it, do you want to go out and stop it?

If you stop him, you will most likely be injured. After all, the other person has a gun in his hand.

If it is not stopped, Mrs. Chen will suffer additional losses.

But simply losing money shouldn’t be a big deal, right?No matter what, it is better than seeing blood.

Eddie comforted himself and closed his eyes unwillingly.

However, at this moment, the glass door was pushed open again.

This time the person who walked in was the one who went out to level up happily... ah no, it was Blake who went out to punish evil and promote good.

Since he could not find the gathering place of the gangsters, he planned to go to the supermarket to buy some snacks.

As a result, as soon as he opened the door, he saw the scene in front of him.

Blake's eyes lit up at that moment, and he felt like he had met love around the corner.

What is fate?This is called fate!

There is a nest of snakes and rats like these little gangsters. Catching one of them is equivalent to catching a whole bunch of them, right? ?

At this time, the bearded man turned the muzzle of the gun in his hand and scolded fiercely.

"Hey! Boy! Get out of here!"

"This is not an amusement park for you to play in! Go home and drink milk from your parents!"

Looking at the dark muzzle of the gun not far away, Blake couldn't help but frown.

He hated being pointed at a gun, especially when the gunman was a street scumbag like that.

At this moment, he gently took a step forward.

"Kamesenryu, double afterimage fist."

Suddenly, two identical figures appeared in the supermarket.

One on the left and one on the right, like two twins.

"Hey idiot, give you a chance to shoot."

"If you shoot me, I'll let you go. If you guess wrong, I'll beat you up! How about that?"

Listening to the childish voice that sounded like surround sound, the man with the gun couldn't help but rub his eyes.

Damn...what is going on?

However, before he could figure out what was happening in front of him, Blake rushed forward in an instant.

"Forget it, since you don't choose, then I won't be polite!"

The next second, his small palm grasped the barrel of the gun.

Then, only a "click" was heard, and the entire barrel was pinched and deformed.

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned.

Mrs. Chen behind the counter covered her mouth and her glasses almost fell off.

Eddie, who was hiding behind, was so shocked that he almost pushed the entire shelf to the ground.

Of course, the most confused person at this time must be this short gangster.

He glanced blankly at the shattered Colt in his hand, and then looked at Blake, who was less than his chest height.

Are you... Are you kidding me?

This is a real gun!

It’s not a Lego toy!

Why would you be pinched and bent directly? ? ?

Damn it, is today April Fool's Day?

At this moment, Blake suddenly stretched out his fist and punched lightly.

Bang!

The bearded gangster's face instantly turned red, and he curled up like a prawn.

All kinds of saliva, nose, snot, tears and gastric juices were spat out of my mouth for free.

pain!

It hurts so much!

He couldn't believe that he would be beaten by a little kid again one day!

And why does a child have such terrifying power?

If he didn't know better, he would have thought it was a Siberian brown bear that slapped him hard!