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It was still Yan Yan's simple and inconspicuous grocery store located on the corner of Thirty-third Avenue, the piercing sound of the dilapidated copper bell "rattling" on the door, and the corners of his mouth hooked with a light smile, Magneto Pianpian walked in, his hair was gray, and his face was full of deep wrinkles, compared to the last time Yan Yan saw him, it seemed to be more than ten years old.

There were two people behind him, one was a smiling demon girl, and the other was a fair-skinned girl of twelve or thirteen years old, with a smooth scalp, a wide robe that obviously did not fit and covered her thin body like a hemp rod, her slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and a pair of watery blue eyes looked at Yan Yan curiously.

"Yan! It's nice to see you again! Magneto stretched his arms slightly, smiled and said, for Yan Yan, who has powerful magical abilities, he will not be stingy with his respect, "Hmm! You're amazing in New York! ”

"You're so kind!" Yan Yan's pupils contracted suddenly, Magneto's strange appearance was obviously in a lot of trouble recently, and he stretched out his hand to signal, "It's all old friends!" Have a seat! ”

"Who made Magneto look like this?" Yan Yan's gaze swept over the old Magneto, secretly calculating in his head who would be the person who could make this cunning and powerful boss suffer.

"You're the boss here?" The bald girl behind Magneto, with a pair of big eyes, turned around to look at the "rags" that were randomly piled up around and crowded with dust, and pointed at Magneto with a suspicious expression, and said innocently, "Eric said that you can make me strong!" …… Can you really do it? You look like a liar! ”

"I don't know if I can!" Questioned by the little girl face to face, Yan Yan smiled slightly without embarrassment, and he understood Magneto's intention, his eyes suddenly flashed with golden light, and he smiled brightly, "But as long as I can pay enough price, I can fulfill any of your wishes." ”

Magneto naturally knew very well what kind of bastard virtue Yan Yan was, regardless of the girl's awkward dodge, Magneto reached out and rubbed the girl's slippery head doting like a grandfather, looked at Yan Yan and sighed lightly and said, "Yan! I'm coming to you for the last deal! I want you to develop this child's potential! Emma! As for your remuneration... I have enough gold on my side. ”

Yan Yan took a cigarette in his mouth, leaned comfortably on the sofa, pondered for a moment, and said with a faint smile, "Gold? … I'm not too interested right now, you know, I've been doing a couple of small businesses lately, and what I have now is gold... I'm not interested in this kind of thing. ”

The demon girl snorted disdainfully, "Don't care about gold? "Yan Yan is a bastard who can kill people for a golden bean, as one of the first people to do business with Yan Yan, she knows very well what kind of bastard Yan Yan is, this is just a little trick to negotiate the price.

Amber eyes stared at Yan Yan coldly, the other party almost covered the sky in the underground world of New York, and at the same time, the construction company in Manhattan also did a good job, and the battle of New York showed the strong strength under his command, he was silent for a moment, and then said in a deep voice, "Just like you promised last time, a ton of gold!" It's non-negotiable,"

The cigarette in Yan Yan's hand turned slightly, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the demon girl with interest, "I'm not a person who values money very much..."

"In return, we Mutant Brotherhood can do one thing for you for free! Anything! The demon girl glared at Yan Yan and gritted her teeth secretly, eager to raise her foot and step on Yan Yan's smiling face, and after Magneto nodded, she said in a cold voice that was not angry.

"Anything?" Yan Yan licked his lips slightly, was silent for a moment, and immediately became open-eyed and smiled, looking at the girl next to him who was looking at him angrily with her mouth puffed out, and smiled easily, "Then, deal!" As an old friend, how can I not even help with this little favor! Not! Ready gold, time and place waiting for my news. ”

Magneto took Emma to get up, like a kind grandfather, politely bidding farewell to Yan Yan, and the demon girl opened her mouth to threaten, but suddenly found that the other party's power and financial resources were far from being comparable to the mutant brotherhood, so she could only snort and follow Magneto away.

"The First Heavenly Demon King?"

Yan Yan touched the stubble on his chin with his palm, muttering to himself as if talking to himself, a pair of bright eyes like black crystals suddenly popped out of his head, lonely and cold, yin and evil overlord.

"Hattori Masanari, my old friend! How can I surprise you! ”

The Yamaguchi-gumi have recently been arrogant and unscrupulous under Ishikawa's leadership, but there is no doubt that there is only one person at the helm of the Yamaguchi-gumi behind the scenes, and that is Hattori Masanari, and even if he disappears, Yan Yan will never think that he will disappear.

Hattori Masari came here across the ocean, and there was only one thing he wanted-the First Heavenly Demon King.

Since he was able to feel the aura of the First Heavenly Demon in New York from Tokyo when Yan Yan performed the ritual of activating the bloodline for the two of them, once Yan Yan used it again, it was difficult to guarantee that he would be able to stop his perception of the Iga Inheritance Sword.

There is no doubt that what will happen once Hattori Masari finds the Inheritance Magic Knife?

After thinking silently in his head for a moment, Yan Yan's eyes flashed with a faint cold light, and he grinned, "Cute Hattori!" It's wonderful that you're here from Japan! ”

……

Manhattan, New York.

Near Broadway, a vulgar and nondescript building imitating the ancient Tang Dynasty called the Chinese Theater is full of traffic, and there are constantly uninformed Americans running to this American-owned Chinese theater to experience the so-called "Chinese style".

A black Honda sedan was parked unscrupulously at the intersection, and several Japanese in black suits with serious expressions were waiting around the car with frowns.

"Lord Ishikawa! It's been half an hour! They still didn't come! A stern member of the Yamaguchi-gumi whispered.

"These damn Italian pigs! When we take New York, we must first exterminate these pigs. One of them, a short and fat young man who looked eight points like Elder Ishikawa before his disfigurement, turned his head and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, glared arrogantly at the crowd around him who were looking at him, and then raised his hand to look at the golden Rolex watch, and kept greeting the Italians in Japanese about the damn view of time.

In the corner opposite the theater where the flow of people shuttled, Yan Yan squinted his eyes and smiled, hiding in the darkness like a poisonous snake waiting for his prey, quietly looking at the senior executives of the Yamaguchi group who were waiting dozens of meters away.

"Boss! What are you asking me to do here? Anthony stood behind Yan Yan with a probe in his head, blinked his eyes and asked curiously, "That Ishikawa Eisuke is the nephew of the old man Ishikawa!" Not! But I prefer to believe that it was the seed of his sister-in-law! Relying on the power of the old man Ishikawa, he has been very arrogant recently! But in fact, it's just a useless waste. ”

"Even waste has its use!" An incomparably bright smile appeared on Yan Yan's face, "It's just to see if you can find his usage!" Not! Are you sure no one knows that you asked them to come? ”

Anthony wiped his face with the palm of his hand, turned into a bearded Italian, grinned in English full of Italian curly tongue, and said seriously, "In the name of the mafia, I invited Ishikawa Eisuke to discuss the matter of jointly encircling and suppressing the Green Gang." ”

Yan Yan nodded with satisfaction, time passed little by little, the flow of people outside the Chinese theater gradually shuttled, cold, a bald man wearing a black jacket with cold facial features appeared in the crowd, chewing gum expressionlessly, and walked towards a decadent man waiting in front of the flower bed.

"It's time for the show!" Yan Yan sneered, the golden light of the demon gold coin flashed through his pupils, with his current powerful and pure soul energy, it was easy to find the abnormality in this man's body, the hot and extremely unstable energy like volcanic lava, obviously, as said in the original plot, the desperate virus was far from complete.

This extremely unstable state makes it impossible to achieve mass production, which is why Killian forced Stark to participate in the research.

Stark's loyal bodyguard was sneakily and skillfully following behind the desperate warrior, and after the desperate warrior and the decadent man traded, Yokozai walked in coldly, deliberately knocking the box to the ground, and at the same time skillfully stuffing a reagent containing the desperate virus into his pocket.

"You're looking for death!" With a cold roar, the desperate warriors in the crowd had a cold light in their eyes, stretched out their hands and raised the strong man weighing two hundred pounds with one hand, and then went out casually, and the "boom" was transmitted to three stalls selling flowers one after another.

The sudden fight made the nervous New Yorkers scream and scatter, but Ishikawa Eisuke not only did not lead the people to evacuate, but grinned and looked like he was waiting for a good show.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, a golden-red flame like molten lava suddenly rose from the crowd, and the ground shook violently, and the heart-wrenching hot air rushed up to the sky and rushed out in all directions, and everything that was contaminated by these scorching flames, whether it was a stone or a living person, was burned to ashes in a short moment.

Anthony stared in surprise as he watched the crowd of people in front of the Chinese Theater, who had no time to escape, quickly turn into a charred skeleton in the nightmarish flames, and then replaced by ashes and scattered, just in the blink of an eye, the noisy street turned into a ghost.

Rapid sirens came from all directions, and Yan Yan, who was smiling at the corners of his mouth, had quietly left the scene with Anthony, everything was as it should have happened, but in the death list of the explosion, there were a few more Japanese who should not have existed, one of which was Eisuke Ishikawa.

It doesn't matter if he's the son or nephew of Old Man Ishikawa, the important thing is that this useless Eisuke Ishikawa is dead! Brought out his greatest value!