I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

One of the most prosperous areas in Shinjuku, Tokyo, and the whole of Japan.

This is the city that never sleeps and the largest red light district in Asia.

Among them, the landmark street that I have to mention is Kabukicho Ichiban Street, which is known as "Japan's No. 1 Happy Street"!

Here, you won't find the leisurely leisure of Kamakura, replaced by the fast pace of life.

Pedestrians under the neon lights, everyone is in a hurry, as if everyone is like clockwork.

When you are in the crowd, you can't help but speed up your pace.

If you walk slowly on the street and look around, the local snakes standing by the street will immediately see that you are a big water fish that is easy to attack...

Of course, these local snakes, scrambling on the streets, will not have bad eyesight.

They can tell that those are "big water fish" and those are "crossing the river dragon"...

For example, the men in black casual clothes walking leisurely under the lights.

With a bulge at the waist, clearly carrying a gun; vigilant and rolling eyes, burly stature...

All the details are telling those roe-headed mice, a very obvious answer:

These people can't be provoked!

at the same time…

A group of Crossbones who were walking on the bustling street had some small episodes.

Bang!

There was an intimate touch from shoulder to shoulder.

"Bastard! Didn't your eyes come out?!"

A guy in a floral shirt and a gold chain around his neck turned around and scolded him.

Hearing the other party's scolding, Brock Rumlow, who could understand Japanese, suddenly changed his eyes, and he was instantly filled with ferocity.

Grabbing the other party's neckline with one hand, he carried the whole person in front of him, and said solemnly: "Get out of the way!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he released his big hand and threw the frightened little dwarf to the ground.

After dealing with the episode, the group continued to move forward.

The leader, Brock Rumlow, pushed away the person blocking the road ahead, and asked the bald brother beside him a little irritably, "Why do they want to make an appointment in such a place, don't you know the reason why there are so many eyes and so many eyes? ?!"

The bald brother is still wearing a neat black suit, which looks a little out of place under the reflection of various neon signs.

Hearing Rumlow's words, there was no change in his face, he just replied calmly: "Maybe it's just to be unobtrusive..."

Maybe it was just in the early morning, and there were more pedestrians on Kabukicho all of a sudden.

Office workers, tourists, students, all came to this drunken street, seeking a moment of indulgence...

Glancing at the calm Sitwell, Brock Rumlow was also in his heart, and he couldn't help but add a hint of disgust.

The task this time was a confidential task handed over to him by his immediate boss, Secretary of Security Pierce.

The task is also very simple, just make a transaction with an organization.

Rumlow originally thought that the credit for this mission was all his own, but he found that Sitwell's bald head came over to grab the credit.

This made Rumlow, who had always looked down on the bald brother, unhappy.

However, no matter how upset he was, he didn't dare to disobey the orders from above, so he could only hold his nose and go to the trading place with the bald brother.

A group of people passed through the wishbone and came to a building in an alley.

Judging from the low-key yet luxurious appearance, this is a private leisure club.

In fluent Japanese, after a few conversations with the two polar tattooed men guarding the entrance of the building, the group of crossbones walked into the building.

The group took the elevator and reached the top floor.

Ding!

As soon as they got out of the elevator, Rumlow and others took a panoramic view of the entire room.

This is a large enclosed space, about 300 square meters, with transparent floor-to-ceiling windows on all four walls.

There seems to be only one way to get in and out of the elevator.

the layout of the entire space,

Like a big party scene.

With a luxurious bar in the center as the axis, there are several long tables around.

The desktop and ceiling are connected with two steel pipes.

Two scantily clad dancers are standing on the table with colorful lights, dancing provocatively.

On the table, there are Japanese yen and alcohol, and even some guns and katana.

Most of the people present were neon people.

Rumlow couldn't help frowning, smelling the smell in the air.

At this time, a pretty girl in a kimono came to Rumlow's group and bowed slightly: "Please come this way, Miss Brandy is waiting for you there..."

Under the guidance, Rumlow cast a wink at several of the special team members under his command, indicating that they were standing by, and then followed the girl in kimono with Sitwell to a large independent room.

As soon as they entered the room, Rumlow and Sitwell saw a slender figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Under the gaze of the two, the other turned around, revealing a flawed face.

The graceful figure, under the background of a red tight skirt, is even more hot.

However, under the red shawl and long hair, the burn scar on the left face turned the whole somewhat soft face into a bit hideous.

However, judging from the expression on the woman's face, she didn't seem to care.

"Gentlemen, long time no see!"

Seeing the woman greeting him, Rumlow did not respond, but frowned: "Brandy, save this, we are not here for pleasure..."

The bald brother who was standing aside shrugged to the woman and spread his hands, indicating that it was none of his business.

Seeing that Rumlow was a little impatient, the woman who was called "Brandy" immediately smiled and opened her arms:

"Oh, Mr. Rumlow, this is just my way of expressing goodwill. I thought you agents who were on the front lines all day would like the atmosphere here..."

In order not to make the atmosphere more rigid, the bald brother hurriedly said, "Thank you for your kindness, but let's settle the deal first, and then talk about other things..."

"..." The woman was stunned for a moment, then spread her hands and restrained her smile: "As you wish."

As soon as she finished speaking, she stepped on her black high-heeled shoes, and came to the long table with a bang, bang, and bang, and picked up a silver suitcase from the ground.

With a "click", he put the box on the table, pushed it sharply, and the suitcase slid directly in front of Rumlow. .

"Gentlemen, please!"

With a big wave of her hand, the woman sat on the sofa, picked up a glass of whiskey on the table, and sipped it lightly.

Under Rumlow's eyes, the bald brother opened the suitcase with a "pat".

At the same time, on a rooftop opposite the building, a figure merged with the darkness, giving a panoramic view of all this...