Eighteenth floor, secret room.

Click!

The horrific scene was still haunting him, and Paul gasped for breath and pushed the door open before he could knock and rushed in.

"Boss, they're here!"

Paul, who had just uttered such a sentence, saw the boss sitting in a rotating chair behind the circular desk, with a fierce and hideous look on his face that could drip water, and suddenly his legs went limp, and he fell to his knees on the ground, helpless.

The "boss" is a big fat man who weighs up to 45o pounds at 6'7" and has a big bald head and wears a white suit. But if you look closely, you will see that the "fat meat" that can't be hidden in the suit and makes him look very fat is actually a terrifying muscle that is amazingly knotted.

This fat big fat man is exactly what Sun Wukong has been looking for, and he instructed the boss behind the scenes who planned three or four assassinations, and the actual ruler of the entire underground black empire in New York - Jin Ji.

Jin He held a cigar between the index finger of his right hand, spit out a puff of white mist, glanced at his hand who fell to the ground, and asked condescendingly: "Who is the other party and how many are there?" ”

"Two, two people, about seventeen or eighteen years old, one is Chinese and the other is white." Paul cautiously observed his boss's face, then replied tremblingly as if walking on thin ice.

"Looks like it's that imp again, and this time there's one more." Jin He seemed to be talking to himself, and said gloomily, "Since you sent it to the door, then I will generously give each of you a body bag." ”

"Do you need me to deal with them?"

At this time, it was a young man standing not far from Jin, speaking with a thick French English accent, his height was similar to that of Jin, although he was not as tall and strong as Jin, but he was also very strong. He had a beard on his face, a strange smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes flashed with an aggressive light.

"Buckto, they look immature, but they're not chicks, but I know you're not one of those wastes who can't do enough to fail. Go kill them and let me have a good look at the French Foreign Legion. ”

"It's a former member of the French Foreign Legion, boss." Like a proud Gallic rooster, Bactor smiled contemptuously.

With that, he walked out the door.

As soon as he left the chamber and pushed open the door to the service area, he saw a figure stumbling towards him.

Seeing that he was about to crash into himself, Buckor raised his hand and grabbed his collar, and it was now a man under Kim He, whose name was G or something.

G was already frightened at this time, and he was obviously carrying an Uzi submachine gun in his hand, but he was as scared as a little white rabbit wearing wolf teeth.

"Help me, save me, please save me......"

Bhaktor was impatient, he threw G aside, but only took two steps, and G, who he threw to the ground, actually crawled over and dragged him down, pleading with snot and tears on his face.

In a fit of rage, he lifted his leg and kicked it, and with a crisp bone cracking sound, G's head fell limply.

"How long will it take for the helicopter to arrive?"

A short time after Bhaktor left, Kim put down his cigar and asked in the shadow of the chamber.

"Three minutes, boss."

"Well, go up with me."

"Yes, boss."

Out of the shadow came a middle-aged man wearing a black tuxedo, black trousers, and shiny black leather shoes, with a straight body and a humble and polite demeanor like a butler.

"Hey, there's a guest coming, as the host, how can you go first. Our great philanthropist in New York can't be a rich man in the countryside who doesn't even know how to treat guests, right? ”

Jin and the butler were just about to leave, but they heard a teasing voice coming from overhead, and they looked up, and a red-blue looking guy touched the top of their heads at some point.

"Spider-Man?"

Jin He's pupils shrank, his brow furrowed, and his fingers full of gemstone and diamond rings clenched.

After finally changing his costume, Peter arrived immediately, and Peter breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Obviously, I am your neighbor - Spider-Man, Mr. Kim." ”

"Bad neighbors?"

Peter, who was lying on the ceiling, let go of his limbs and fell lightly to the stall, he shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, looking very helpless: "You are not worthy of your name, Mr. Jin Ji." You are nicknamed a pin, but you have a large body, and you are not fat enough to describe what if, just like a big boar that has exercised all the fat of the body into muscles. Oh, why I say wild boars and not domestic pigs, everyone can see. ”

"But, I've heard that you're stronger than a rhinoceros, so are you a wild boar or a tyrannosaurus?" As he spoke, before the angry Kim could reply, Peter said in pieces, "You know, a tyrannosaurus is bigger and stronger than a rhinoceros anyway. ”

When Peter and Kim exchanged words, Sun Wukong and Bacto were already facing each other.

Georges Bactor?

The first time Sun Wukong saw Bhaktor, he immediately recognized the former member of the French Foreign Legion, and there was a lot of information about him in the files of S.H.I.E.L.D.

This retired mercenary in a white top hat was once a mercenary brilliant thief and smuggler, and of course, he is now employed by the Kim. He is a master of a variety of martial arts, proficient in hand-to-hand combat, and a world-leading master of leg art.

"I don't want to know who you are, because you're about to die at my feet." Bhaktor said with a blank face.

The implication was that there were so many people who died at his feet that he couldn't even remember their names.

"Suffer death!"

Bartók roared, and the spring man with elastic springs under his feet seemed to rush over the obstacles of several tables and chairs.

If Peter were here, he might have exclaimed: Wow, good legs, good jumping, if you go to the high jump and long jump competitions, he will definitely be an Olympic champion-level track and field athlete, and he will be honored.

Bhaktor's legs are not only extremely fast, but also fierce, sweeping or slashing, each leg is like a giant axe, slashing down, as if it can tear the air.

Everything that was swept by his legs, the wooden structure shattered to the ground, the metal structure, the depression and cracked, as if it were indestructible.

Sun Wukong's original sword talisman in his hand had disappeared, and he raised his arms to protect his head against Bhaktor's whip leg several times, and his arm was in a faint pain. However, the energy of the Yuan Shen was immediately released, and the pain disappeared immediately, and it seemed that the muscles and muscles had improved a little.

Seeing that this little imp in Jin He's mouth actually resisted his fierce attack, Buckto stopped, patted his buttocks, and shouted, "Come on, little white face, you seem to be quite able to withstand it." But if you can't attack, you're in the grass. ”

Sun Wukong didn't make a sound, but when he slashed at Bhaktor's next leg, he tilted his head back slightly with lightning speed, and his weakly clenched right fist pierced out like a big gun, and it was a heavy punch on the sole of Bartók's slash in front of him.

“Funetbsp; Bacto roared in pain, feeling that his right leg was violently electrocuted by high-voltage electricity starting from the sole of his foot, instantly paralyzing the right half of his body, and if he hadn't held on to the wall in time, he would almost have been unable to support it and fell.

The sharpest right leg was scrapped at once, and Bhaktor staggered on his feet, instinctively retreating backwards.

"It turns out that his leg skills are not inferior to anyone!"

But before he could take two steps back, he saw an oncoming, infinitely magnified whip leg, and before he fell, the thought flashed through his head for the last time, and he lost consciousness.

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