Ember pushed the door in, without much attention until he pulled a short-handled pistol from his trench coat and shattered some of the lights on the ceiling.

"Bang bang bang-"

Three gunshots broke the silence in the bar, and the shouts and shouts rang out one after another, interspersed with the screams of several women.

With a flick of his wrist, Ember put away the weapon in his hand and walked lightly to the stage.

The few remaining white lights shone down on him, and compared to the dark bar, it really had a bit of theater flavor.

"Be quiet, gentlemen, and be in awe of art!"

Without any PA, the sound of Ember clearly penetrated the ears of everyone in the bar, including some of the cowards who had sneaked their way to the doorknob and were trying to escape the tavern.

No one paid attention to him, fierce bandits searched for guns in the dark, and the timid ones had gathered around the glass door of the bar.

However, they soon discovered that a magical force had affected the area, the guns had lost their original power, and the unlocked glass doors were tightly sealed, no matter how they were pushed and pulled.

The inferior glass installed on the door was so strong that the rounded legs did not leave the slightest mark on them, not even the dust of the stars.

"Change...... Mutant ......"

In the darkness, someone stumbled and shouted out their guesses, and an even greater panic instantly erupted in the crowd.

After all, the "Black Hawk Gang" is just a low-end illegal society, and the internal members are all low-level gangsters, and there are many amateurs like Jimmy who even have tattoos after joining the gang, and there are not many who have the guts.

And those murderers who treat good residents like hungry wolves are actually not much bold, and there is not a single one who dares to stab the "mutant criminals" anyway.

"I said—quiet—"

The hustle and bustle made Ember a little displeased, so he solemnly repeated his own request, this time, he used his mind.

In an instant, all the noise stopped, and everyone froze in place, their expressions frightened.

"Very well," he clapped his palms twice, and Ember greeted with satisfaction, "Everyone, everyone, the show is about to begin." ”

Hearing his order, the frozen crowd walked around in the dark, moved chairs to encircle the stage in an arc, and then sat down on their own, like children waiting for candy to be distributed.

"Adri, please come on stage!"

The aria-like tone sounded, as if he was naturally greeting his assistant.

Hearing Ember's call, a strong white man stumbled onto the stage, the muscles on his face twisted, obviously resisting the foreign will that affected his actions, however, the confrontation at the level of consciousness is not a simple ruthlessness to win, so even if he twisted his facial features together, he could not get out of the other party's control.

"I've heard of you, Adri, that you're a piece of trash. ”

"But it doesn't matter, what I'm best at is to make the mud bloom and become my work, you will be sublimated, and when people see you again, they will no longer spurn you, but because of your beauty, they will cry emotionally!"

As he spoke, Ember pulled out a bundle of slender wires.

There was no need to use his hands, the other end of the silk thread flew up automatically under the control of consciousness, and was wrapped around the chandelier and tied a dead knot.

"You...... Don't mess around, boy, I've already taken over the bounty task issued by Jin and become the big guy, but I'm no longer a low-level gangster with no background!"

Edri, who suddenly found that he could speak, tried to squeeze his face to move his frozen body, and at the same time made threatening words to buy himself time.

"Kim?"

Ember asked, as if he'd heard the name mentioned.

"That's right, I'm Jin Ji's subordinate, kill me, that 'Dark Emperor' won't let you go!"

Adri is not a hairy boy who came out on the first day, he knows that there are real ruthless people in the underground world, and villains like himself are harmless in front of others like a white rabbit.

Although the other party didn't seem to be in a normal state, Adri could feel that he was much more dangerous than the Russian he had seen, so he decisively pulled up Jin He's tiger skin, and as for whether he would retaliate afterwards, in order to save his life, he couldn't care about anything else.

Ignoring his cries, Ember wrapped the silk thread around his body.

"What do you want to do, what do you want to do!"

Edri, who had lost control of his body, did not lose his senses, and the cold touch of the wire thread made him feel fear, and he shouted loudly, but the person in front of him ignored him.

"You will soon understand what true beauty is. ”

patted the other party's shoulder, and there was an unconcealable fervor in Ember's tone: "Go, face the crowd, cry blood and wail for them!"

As soon as the words fell, the wire tightened violently, and Adri's eyes bulged out, his muscles bulged, and he tore his throat and let out a wail.

The end tied to the chandelier pulled the bound white man into the air, and the loose lines piled up, as if there was really some invisible person exerting some kind of force on them.

The dragging was fast, and the tightened wire had just dug into Adri's flesh as the top of his head reached the rickety chandelier.

The pain caused the boss of the Black Hawk gang to let out hoarse cries and begs for mercy, just like the innocent people he had tortured in the past.

The moment he reached the top, the up-pulled thread fell violently, and the wire that had been pulled into his flesh slid parallelly.

Layers of flesh were ground down and spread on the ground, and the scattered blood turned into blood beads under the influence of invisible forces, and fell into the heart of the red lotus stamen as a lotus pod.

In the blink of an eye, a work was completed, and the threads slipped away from Edri's body, all shrinking onto the ceiling, hidden behind the brilliance and glass.

The white bones, detached from the flesh and blood, were as clean as a well-polished marble work, and it slipped from the bindings of the metal threads and fell into the center of the flesh-and-blood lotus, kneeling.

"This audition is called 'Redemption'!"

Ember bowed and saluted, like an actor on the curtain call, with the bones and red lotus kneeling beside him, there was a bewitching beauty.

......

"Smack-"

What do you think, turning off the player in front of him, Nick Fury asked a few of his right-hand men beside him.

"Cruel, indifferent, morbid. ”

Hill was the first to say how she felt, and even though the video had been turned off, her frown still hadn't eased.

"He's a dangerous person, and most likely a mutant. ”

It was Clay Quitman who spoke, and unlike Hill's psychological speculation about the other party, he focused on the other party's methods, and the ability to automatically manipulate the human body was obviously not possessed by ordinary people, so he deliberately brought this point forward, so that when the task force was dispatched, he could prepare early and target.

"Director, I think he may have discovered this video device," remembering the performance of the other party when he bowed and took a curtain call, as if he was close at hand, and it was not at all comparable to looking at the video files taken secretly from a remote angle, "His last sentence was not so much for the audience who couldn't move under the stage, but for us." ”

"You think he's provocative?"

Nick Fury recalled the scene in the video and nodded, "It's very similar." ”

"Whether it's a provocation or not, such a dangerous character can't let him wander around the outside," Hill said with a cold face: "He mentioned the 'audition', then there must be a 'formal performance', with the other party's ability, if the performance is placed in the downtown area, the harm caused to us is difficult to estimate." ”

"Quitman," the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. looked at his extremely important subordinates and ordered, "You will lead the team in this operation, and I will give you some authority to call the surveillance satellite, and then notify the police to cooperate with your work." ”

"And all you have to do is find him and catch him!"

"Director, if ......"

Before Quitman could finish his words, Nick had already guessed what he meant: "When necessary, live or die!"

"Yes!"

Looking at Clay Quitman, who was leaving, Nick turned his attention to Coulson: "I heard that Tony's palladium reactor improvements have progressed?"

"The replacement of the new reactor has been completed, and he has already held four carnival parties for it. ”

Coulson was extremely knowledgeable about Tony's progress, and he was the head of the relevant intelligence.

"I thought he would come to me to show off, but I didn't expect to do it, it's really strange. ”

Shaking his head, Nick put Tony Stark's matter aside and asked Ciel, "Is the information about the 'Black Hawks' clear?"

"The investigation is clear," Hill skillfully said the information on the document: "The predecessor of the 'Black Hawk Gang' was the 'Three Cities Black Hawk Support Association'......"

"Wait," Nick stopped Hill's debriefing and asked, confused, "How does that name not sound like a gang organization?"

"That's right, the 'Three Cities Black Hawks Support Club' is a fan group of the team's 'Three Cities Black Hawks', and at the beginning, they just went to the stadium to pull banners and dance flags, and didn't do much out of the ordinary. ”

"Later, as the results of the 'Three Cities Black Hawks' got better and better, a large number of fans became their fans, many emerging groups were spontaneously formed by enthusiastic fans, and the earliest 'Three Cities Black Hawks Support Association' also attracted a large number of enthusiastic fans to join. ”

"Soon, the 'Three Cities Black Hawks Support Association', instigated by more and more fanatics, was no longer satisfied with soft support methods such as printing jerseys and bunting, but began to make trouble outside the hotel where the opposing team was resting, fighting with the fans of other teams, and gradually transformed from a legitimate fan group to a hooligan group. ”

"A rogue group can't gain a foothold in the Ream district," Nick frowned as he remembered the skeleton kneeling on his flesh lotus, "It seems that this 'redeemed' guy has brought a lot of changes to the 'Black Hawks'." ”