Looks like I'm taking it for granted.

Frank gave even less legend than Li Ran expected.

This made Li Ran realize that even if they are the same superheroes, the legends that different heroes can bring are not the same. There may be differences in the social status and influence of the heroes themselves, but Li Ran feels that it is more related to the superheroes' own personalities.

After all, the contrast is with Tony, who has not yet suffered a setback and transformed into a real Iron Man.

Frank, a retired captain in the U.S. Army and a "punisher" who has suffered drastic changes, both his personality and experience make him no longer easily shaken.

The word "heart like ashes" may not be accurate, but it can be used to describe Frank's inner world at this time.

A person whose heart is full of thoughts of revenge and who has even forgotten his life and death for a long time is not easy to produce too many psychological fluctuations, and naturally he cannot bring too high a legend to Li Ran.

Simply, the failure of a plan did not dampen Li Ran's confidence too much.

What's more, compared with the early days of the system in the past, when he got up early and was greedy for a tiger's fierce operation, but there were only one or two legendary tragic results, the benefits of this meeting with Frank were at least much better than in the past, even if they were not as good as expected.

Usually mind, don't be too ambitious, after all, there are only a few big dogs like Tony Stark.

After comforting himself a little, Li Ran immediately turned his gaze to the next target.

In hand, the third page of the future famous "Bug Black" Clarion Daily was reporting a novel story about Manhattan's Harlem borough, and several gang members claimed to have seen a black version of the Terminator, invulnerable and unclothed.

……

Manhattan, Harlem.

New York's fame-known slums, which are also the largest black population in the United States, have been exacerbated by the influx of Mexican Latino immigrants in recent years, while racial conflicts, gang fights, drugs, crime, and poverty continue to plague the area.

"Hey, the yellow-skinned dwarf in front, this is not the place for you to come!"

Near the Harlem River, several wandering blacks noticed a figure in a red undershirt passing by at the intersection on the opposite side, and immediately opened their mouths to taunt.

The figure stopped, looked at the idle black people gathered in twos and threes not far away, and asked, "Are you talking to me?" ”

"It's not you, are there other yellow-skinned dwarves here?" Faced with questioning, a thin black man grinned and showed his huge teeth, made a provocative gesture full of discrimination, and laughed back.

"Haha~"

In this regard, the black companions around him cooperated and laughed.

"Just get me wrong." Seeing this, the figure shrugged his shoulders and then shook his head and walked towards them.

"What, do you want to have an in-depth communication with us, communicate?" Looking at the approaching figures in front of them, instead of showing any worries, several black people became more and more rampant.

"Hey, little man, if you don't want to get hurt, get out of here." Among the black people, a bald head with a bare upper body and a body of black light shining muscles stood up to block the front of the figure: "Otherwise, the next step will not be able to end in a few words." ”

"Please, Martin, don't spoil the fun, things are just starting to get interesting, we haven't had enough of it~"

"Just, Martin, can't you just stop doing this all the time?"

Seeing this scene, several people standing behind the black bald Martin suddenly let out a sigh of disappointment.

"Don't waste time, we'll go to Rattlesnake later......"

Turning his head and explaining to the accomplice behind him, it was not his kindness to stop the other party, it was purely because he didn't want to waste time.

"So, boy, you're in luck......"

Turning around, Martin looked at the figure that was only in his chest, and before he could open his mouth and say anything, he felt a huge force in his chest, and the whole person flew up directly.

"Martin!"

“F***K！”

Martin, as the person concerned, may not have reacted to the whole situation, but standing behind him, several black accomplices saw the whole development process clearly.

They clearly saw that the yellow-skinned dwarf who was standing opposite Martin and was ridiculed by several people only raised his foot slightly, and Martin, who weighed more than two hundred pounds, flew up like a fluttering balloon.

Bang –

With a heavy sound of landing, the remaining black people seemed to come back to their senses, they turned their heads to look at Martin who fell to the ground and vomited blood, and hurriedly took out a knife and pistol from his pocket and aimed them at the man in the red shirt in front of him.

In the face of the immediate threat, the man's face did not change color in the slightest.

Bang!

Ahh

Immediately after, after a short burst of gunfire accompanied by the sound of fists and kicks, several blacks who had been arrogant seemed to fall to the ground.

Only the thin black man who had opened his mouth to provoke before stood in place, looking at all his fallen and wailing companions around him, swallowed his saliva and threatened: "Don't come...... We're Rattlesnake's men, and there's no one in Harlem who doesn't give Rattlesnake face......"

"Did you bring any money with you?" Interrupting the other party's threat, the man in the red shirt suddenly asked.

"Yes, yes!"

Although he didn't know why the other party suddenly asked this question, he nodded quickly and took out the money from his pocket.

"It's only twenty-twenty-five."

Putting the only cash left on his body into the hands of the man in the red shirt, and watching the other party put it in his pocket, the black man couldn't help blurting out: "Are you a robbery?" "In the past, they have always relied on the name of rattlesnakes to rob others unscrupulously, and this is the first time that someone dares to rob them, and they are beaten so badly.

"Count," nodded without hesitation, the man in the red shirt glanced at the few people who fell around, and then at the thin black man in front of him: "Remember, don't insult anyone casually in the future." ”

casually educated a few people, and the man in the red shirt immediately turned around and left in the direction he had before.

As the man left, Martin, who was lying on the ground, struggled to hold up.

"Martin, are you alright?" Noticing the movement behind him, the thin black man quickly turned around and struggled to help Martin on the ground up.

"Call and tell Rattlesnake that we've been attacked."

Barely getting up from the ground, Martin felt a sharp pain in his chest, looked at the direction the man left, gritted his teeth and said to his accomplice who was supporting him.