Blood was filled, and the rich smell of blood was stimulating Jebdia's heart.

As a criminal villain who is on the rise and has not yet reached the level of notoriety, the amount of blood stained on the hands of Purple Tebdia is also quite large.

But there has never been such a profound experience at this moment.

Maybe it's because the enemies in front of her are all deaf and all her strength has lost its effect, but at this moment, she is more like an ordinary person.

It's like the child who had no power back then, and could only passively accept the mercy of his parents.

From the moment she woke up, Jebdia never experienced a day of normal life again.

Any word of her will be understood as an order, any order will be meticulously and strictly implemented, and even a complaint will be tried by the people around her to become true.

There was no communication, and no one could communicate with her.

In Jebdia's eyes, the world is becoming more and more like a game, and she... is a well-deserved protagonist.

No, maybe not the protagonist, but the administrator, the GM.

But in any case, the whole world began to become more and more empty, and no amount of freshness and excitement could fill the ever-expanding hole in her heart, so she became more and more pompous, more and more crazy, and more and more irritable.

Because everything is like a one-man show that no one is watching.

It seems that she has everything in the world, but after the freshness is over, she will find that she actually has nothing, and she is not as good as the puppets controlled by her.

But now, the threat of real death and the stimulation of the smell of blood made Jebdia's heart beat violently again, and that was a kind of. The feeling of being alive.

Of course, Yi Huan directly ignored Jebdia's feelings, and he didn't bother to pay attention to those sad and sad autumns.

In less than a fraction of a second of a second when he slashed the broken blade out, Yi Huan stepped forward at the same time, and the palm of his other hand pushed the chest of the ninja in front of him.

"Bang--poof!"

As if he had hit a train head-on, there was a muffled thud in the unfortunate man's chest, and a large stream of scarlet blood erupted from his mouth, and the whole person flew upside down.

Eight poles, push palms.

As a representative of the magic limit on the mysterious side, Yi Huan naturally has never entered any Eastern Fantasy martial arts world, and he even doubts whether there are these sub-worlds in the second world.

However, the silver tongue can also give him a superb and powerful fighting skills.

It's very easy to do this, you can learn from Batman, just put a template similar to him on your body, and Yi Huan can become proficient in hundreds of martial arts schools in no time.

These martial arts schools may not be as fantastical as they appear in the martial arts world, but they are just as practical, all of them are based on various power techniques specially developed by human body mechanics, and after all, there are so many schools that occasionally mixed with some strange existences.

Yi Huan, who is proficient in various martial arts schools in the world, can be said to be full of melee mastery skills, as long as there is no Eastern fantasy world where martial arts and swordsmanship are infinitely elevated, then no matter what era, whether it is a swordsman ninja in the East or a knight gladiator in the West, Yi Huan is a grandmaster-level existence that can crush them in combat.

And although he doesn't have anything like the supporting internal strength and mental method in the Eastern Fantasy World, Yi Huan can also use other ways to enhance his strength and physical strength to suppress the enemy.

For example, the pseudo-steel body, even with a pseudo-word in front, there are still not many people who can stop the terrifying power of the Kryptonians.

Yi Huan knocked the ninja out with such a blow, and this was after he had gathered ninety percent of his strength, otherwise this ninja would definitely not have pierced through the walls of countless buildings like other enemies who were knocked away by Superman and were evenly matched with him, but would directly turn into blood mist and flesh foam in the sky.

The elbow was retracted, and Yi Huan flew up, and then glued on.

In fact, the palm push is just a very simple action, and there is no complicated or cumbersome way to exert power, but it is also the most suitable for use now.

It is direct and practical.

The moment he pushed his palm out, Yi Huan could see the horrified gaze in the ninja's eyes, and he could also see his efforts to resist, but all of them had no effect.

Because in the eyes of the ninja, Yi Huan's speed is too fast, and even only a residual image is left, and he can't even see the movements clearly, so how can he resist.

However, in Yi Huan's own opinion, his movements were still too slow.

He had already reined in the speed power, and he didn't even use the power of the pseudo-god speed, even so, all the movements of the ninja were still slow and terrifying in the eyes of Yi Huan.

Every move is like a replay in slow motion.

"Bang!"

With the second muffled sound, Yi Huan caught up with him in mid-air, and another heavy punch fell, and suddenly, blood splashed.

。。。

Hell's Kitchen at night is chaotic and full of crime, but it is a small area, and Hell's Kitchen has more than half the patrol force than other areas, and Hell's Kitchen is not large, so most of the crime and chaos are still hiding in deep dark corners.

Going out at night, if not too unlucky, is still rarely a problem.

Although a single woman, Jessica Jones also has no stress about a night tour of Hell's Kitchen, which is a single row of dogs fearless。。 Oh no, just that she's confident in her power.

Anyone who wants to fight her idea will have to try the power of her Iron Fist of Justice first, and even if they dodge her fists, Jessica's legs will actually snap their waists at the last minute.

It's not an adjective for some fragrance*, but in the true sense of the word. Lazy waist cut.

Believe me, Jessica has the power to cut off her waist and bleed all over her intestines. It definitely has nothing to do with incense*.

Hell's Kitchen was quiet at night, and there was hardly a single figure on the street, after all, not everyone was as fearless as Jessica.

The end of the silent neighborhood was empty, filled with darkness, like the maws of a monster about to devour people.

As soon as the cold night breeze blew, Jessica suddenly became a little more awake again.

"*Dead guy!"

She thought of the existence that might vaguely have modified her memory, and immediately scolded unpleasantly, "Don't let me find out who you are." ”

At night, she should have spent a wonderful night in her own bed, or in a cold wooden chair, and had a good night, instead of a cold wind.

Well, Jessica is still the same Jessica, even if her memory has been modified by Yi Huan, she is still so irritable and anxious.

Tightening her jacket, Jessica strode into the night.

"Da! Da! ”

Jessica's footsteps echoed unhurriedly through the empty streets.

As a perennial Hell's Kitchen veteran, Jessica doesn't love the land as much as Lawyer Ma, but she is equally familiar with every neighborhood here.

She is a detective and although she hates the police, she has to deal with them a lot.

。。 Well, this deal may not be the cooperation with the police as we imagined, but she herself is a regular visitor to the police department.

Jessica is an informal person, in other words, a bit of a big grin.

She does things impulsively, without going through her brain, and often makes very bad decisions on impulse. And then there is a cascade of worse consequences.

In fact, often on occasions where she is, things can get messy.

And the police are the last to clean up the mess.

Jessica is not so gangster, she is a real law-defying fanatic, she will slip away before the police arrive, but if she is blocked, she will not forcibly run away and resist arrest.

She had studied law and knew what it meant to resist arrest.

This makes her a frequent visitor to the police station, although it is not a big deal, and she has the natural identity of a private detective who enters and exits the crime scene, and will still be released in the end, but neither Jessica nor the police will like each other.

So she was really familiar with the road to the police station, so she continued to move forward, and then left.

"Bang dang!"

"Ahh

Jessica frowned, her face paralyzed with a hint of impatience.

It seems that she didn't have much luck tonight.

Approaching were four or five figures with their heads buckled under their hoods, and judging by their walking movements and figures, they should all be young people.

They were dressed like a bunch of nondescript hip-hops, all white, and Jessica knew these guys, who weren't Hell's Kitchen tumors, gangsters, but also weren't good guys.

These unemployed young people are vagrants in the truest sense of the word, idling around all day long, and at night, when they encounter lone pedestrians, they immediately turn into sin and take out their knives to rob.

And meeting a single woman like Jessica occasionally gives birth to some other sinful thoughts.

Apparently, they also noticed Jessica walking on the side of the road after kicking over what was probably the only trash can still standing on the side of the block.

There was a slight commotion, then they quickly calmed down and continued towards Jessica.

In this case, the normal course of action should be to turn back immediately, or run in other directions, and most of the time, they will not force themselves to chase each other.

If they can't stop each other's mouths in the first place, then once the other party is frightened and screams for help, it is likely to attract police patrolling around.

These guys are not gang members and do not have the courage to stand up to the police.

But who is Jessica, she's Jessica, Jessica Jones.

In the face of this group of guys who were obviously not good people and obviously had bad intentions, she not only did not dodge, but still walked up unhurriedly.

For a while, even the other side was a little confused.

But whether the head can touch it or not, the distance between the two is still rapidly approaching.

The block was not long in the first place, and after half a minute, the two groups were already separated by a meter.

This group of young people dressed like hippies spread out very tacitly, slightly sandwiching Jessica in it, they had already observed the surrounding terrain, and the corner not far away was a back alley, although the back alley was also a key place for the police to take care of when patrolling, but by the time they found out about it, the robbery or other criminal incidents would have long been over.

"Bang!"

Not only do these pseudo-hippies dress up to move closer to the hippies, but they also walk in a very similar way to the hippies.

As soon as he walked, his whole body trembled, swaying left and right, almost one person occupied a space of two meters, and just as the two groups were about to pass by, one of them unexpectedly bumped into Jessica unhurriedly.

Don't look at him walking very slowly, but after all, he is a young man, he is strong, and his shoulder is slammed, and he and Jessica's advancing body are beaten at the same time.

It was like some invisible signal, and his accomplices immediately stopped at the same time, surrounding the two men in the middle.

This is the most common way to find fault, and if nothing else, it is probably to ask why I hit me, and then the argument and push eventually intensify.

But alas. The group of little guys met Jessica Jones.

"You don't have long eyes when you walk!"

The classic questioning is coming, but... It wasn't the hippies who cursed, it was Jessica.

"Have your brains been pumped out with a big *?!"

She stopped, stared coldly at the guy who bumped into her, and scolded her head, and the spittle almost flew to the other party's face.

The poor little fellow was also scolded, he probably never dreamed that this would happen, and his face was sluggish.

Thinking about it, in his thinking, whether he bumped into someone else or someone else bumped into him, after seeing so many people around him, he would honestly admit it, let alone a single woman.

For a moment, his head was a little confused.

In fact, the friends around him were not much better, and they all felt that their heads couldn't turn for a while, but after all, it was not them who were pointed at their noses and scolded, and after being stunned for a moment, one of the guys wearing a shirt printed with a skeleton and a gold chain was the first to react.

He sneered, "Awesome, chick, spicy enough, I like it." ”

"I hope your mouth will be as flexible as it is now."

Obviously, this is a pun.

Seeing the malicious smile on this guy's face, full of malicious and flirtatious words, everyone else also regained their usual feeling and surrounded him with bad intentions.

Jessica, who was surrounded by it, also showed a sneer.

She walked towards the guy who made the sound with a big grin, without a bit of femininity on her body, like a sloppy old drunk, but she couldn't stand her face and figure, so all the shortcomings could be covered up.

"Yes."

Jessica sneered as she walked, then put her hand on the man's shoulder.

"I've got something more flexible, would you like to see it?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she lifted her knee and slammed it into a vulnerable spot.

But at the same time, the guy in the skull shirt was still smiling, and even the smile didn't change, and he also grabbed down with a backhand, directly blocking Jessica's knee.

"Do you think I'm an idiot, naïve chick?" He asked amusedly.

"yes."

But Jessica, who was blocked from the sneak attack, did not panic, but nodded very seriously and replied, "You are a big idiot. ”

"Ahh

The next moment, with the crunch of a broken wrist and the sound of some kind of eggshell shattering, a terrible scream pierced the night sky of Hell's Kitchen.

I don't know how many people in their sleep have been awakened.