Injustice in Marvel

Chapter 64 The Named Genius

After walking out of the narrow passage, what appeared in front of Leon was an extremely huge underground space.

The height is two to three meters, slightly undulating, and the width is about the size of a football field.

Looking around, there are undeveloped original ecological environments, puddles and stone pillars everywhere.

"Hey! This hand can't do anything else, but it's good at finding places. You can find such a top-quality natural cave."

One thing to say, Leon felt that there was only one Bat master who played computer in this underground space.

At the end wall at the other end of the underground space farthest from the exit, several torches inserted into the wall reflected the five members of the Hand Society standing on the stone platform.

"Lyon, there are exactly five people over there."

Now that Leon came out, Tony and the others naturally followed closely behind. As soon as they got out of the cave, Tony noticed the group of five over there.

There is no way, the entire underground space is so bright that the blind can see it!
Stick old man: ...

Matt: ...

(I feel offended!!!)

"Well, it should be, that's right."

……

When Leon with his hands in his pockets, Iron Man floating in the sky, Matt who couldn't see his expression clearly, and Stick Man who had no expression at all walked to a place below the altar, someone finally spoke on the altar.

"Xin, where is it?"

Lyon heard a man speak, and he remembered that the happiest and most powerful hand dancers were not men. He didn't know how it was a man who spoke first at this time.

And, letter?

Do I look like a postman?
There are postmen with masks?
There are postmen in iron skin?
A postman in a red leather jacket?
There are seven or eighty-year-old blind postmen on crutches?
Stick Man: ... (offended again!)

As we all know, postmen don't work on weekends!

"Ah! Well, believe me! Your wife said she doesn't love you anymore. She forgot to bring the key that day. Thanks to the tutor next door, she didn't get wet in the rain. Later, she found out that the neighbor next door can repair plumbing and massage. Yes, it’s much better than you~ She didn’t even confiscate your letter, let alone reply to your letter. My trip was for nothing, uncle!”

again.Tony once again expressed his feelings: "Leon, your ability to talk nonsense is really possible."

Patting Leon on the shoulder, Tony said: "But I think the letter he said may be the guy whose head you chopped off."

Leon said: "I was given the nickname Noxus Guillotine. There are so many people whose heads have been beheaded by me. I don't know which one is a letter and which one is a mail!"

Tony had dark lines on his face, but luckily he couldn't see it because of the visor: "That's the one in the suit just now!"

Oh! ! !
understand understand! !
"That, believe me, hahaha, I remembered, hey! He wears the same suit as you, uncle, hehehehehe, I chopped it off."

With a vertical palm as a knife, his right hand slashed diagonally in the air, making a gesture: "That's how it was cut."

Leon decided that he might see a irascible enemy rushing down to seek revenge with his teeth and claws roaring.

However, he guessed wrong again.

No.

It was still very quiet on stage.

After a while, another female voice said: "Gun old man, you are here again. Are you here to die this time?"

I don't know if it's Mrs. Gao or another woman with a long name.

Stick, who had been quiet since he arrived at the church, smiled at this moment.

This smile is very clean and pure, not like the smile of an old man with bloody hands.

At least it shouldn't be a smile that the old man can laugh.

"Yeah, I'm here again."

Lifting his breath, Gun said loudly, "I'm sending "death" to you old bastards."

Not much speculation.

Murakami jumped off the altar and headed straight for Leon!

The other three fingers also jumped down, each picking an enemy.

Except for Mrs. Gao, who seemed old and dying, the eight people were divided into four groups, and each went to war!
When Murakami's long knife came, Leon was still in his pocket, with his head held up, looking stupid.

A slash fell, splashing a large amount of gravel and dust.Murakami jumped back with the knife in hand, cautiously looking at the smoke in front of him.

"I didn't cut it..."

There was a slightly frivolous voice in the smoke: "Isn't it talking about door-to-door gifts? Why did the fight suddenly start? Alas, the elderly nowadays are immoral!"

Suddenly the smoke cleared away, and Leon charged in front of Murakami like a wind with his sword in hand.

Clang!
The two knives intersected, and Murakami prevented Leon's sudden attack.

"Eh? You were the first to guard against my trick. The old man is good at martial arts. What's your name?"

Putting aside Leon's long knife with both hands, Murakami said, "I am Shin's master, Murakami."

It seems that although he has done a lot of bad things and put on a disgusting appearance of being indifferent and unmoved by outside things, he still cares about his apprentice.

"Oh, you are the master of the man in the suit!" Leon held the knife, unhurriedly: "You are much better than him, what, believe it! Yes, believe it. He didn't resist my trick : Konoha Light Wheel Thunder God slashed at top speed!"

Hitting the stone beside him with the back of the knife, Leon smiled happily: "It's a pity, if you didn't catch it just now, your head should have fallen off at this time."

Murakami did not answer, but glanced at other battles on the battlefield.Then he glanced vaguely at Mrs. Gao who was sitting on the altar.

Holding the samurai sword in the left hand, slanting the blade across the eyes from the bottom, and holding the right hand horizontally in front of the body to guard against the enemy.

Murakami saw clearly that there was indeed a small gap on the blade.

"This guy, there is a problem..."

Murakami thought to himself that he was by no means a weak person. Before he betrayed Kunlun, he was the top figure among human beings, and during the hundreds of years he had stolen, he never forgot to hone his martial arts.

In terms of sword skills alone, Murakami feels that he should be one of the strongest people on earth.

However, he still almost missed the sudden knife.

"His speed... is too fast! Moreover, his knife is not normal!"

Seeing Leon chopping stones one by one with that precious sword that was definitely cutting iron like mud in his hand, Murakami's heart was bleeding.

As the richest of the Five Fingers of the Hand, Murakami's pursuit of wealth is similar to that of a dragon.

Not just money, but all treasures, and all things that are superior to the same kind, he likes them.

So is the knife.

The knife in his hand is a very rare and precious one.It was originally his favorite one, and he has always carried it with him, and he has made great contributions to himself.

Today, he was cut by Lyon.

Murakami felt distressed at first, but then he thought: Since it is not the best, it is not worthy of my liking.

That long knife is a good thing worthy of me.

Holding the saber, Murakami said, "You are a strong man. Young man, report your name!"

Leon saw that this old guy who had a good life was actually quite condescending, and he had a sense of superiority!

"I, my surname is Fan, because I have always been cold and impolite when speaking, so they all call me..."

The long knife stabs out!

Murakami blocked it in a panic, but in a hurry, a small gash was cut in the neck, and blood flowed horizontally.

"...be careful what you say!"

Leon smiled and said the second half of the sentence.

(End of this chapter)