Marvel – Immortal Path

The scenery of Upper Gotham City is indeed pleasant. Titan's tall skyscrapers are lined up, and the smooth crystal glass reflects the colorful street lights below. There is a constant stream of traffic, and pedestrians are standing shoulder to shoulder, wearing bright clothes. The beautiful red men and green women walked in a hurry, moved towards the bars and nightclubs, and continued to lead a decadent and drunken life day after day.

After all, the refrigerated fish transport truck did not stop, but drove by wiping the edge of the Shangcheng District. After passing through a long underground tunnel, it quietly came to the Xiacheng District, which is full of desolate and decadent waste.

The brightly-dressed woman leaned against the street lamp, with inferior cigarettes in her mouth, swallowing clouds and fog, and the dim light slumped feebly, attracting buzzing insects.

Several vagrants in ragged clothes are standing in the corner of the ruined building with their wine bottles in their arms. The waste oil drums in front of them are burning with trash, and the sour flames provide them with cheap heat. .

Finally, the truck stopped, at the door of an abandoned warehouse.

The black driver lowered the brim of the baseball cap, looked around for a while, and only took out the walkie-talkie from his waist after confirming that no one was around. "The goods are here, Boss."

The walkie-talkie There was a slightly hoarse middle-aged male voice, "Isn't there a tail behind?"

"I went around in the vicinity twice, no."

"That's good, Come in."

The slightly rusty bearing chain made a nasty rubbing sound, and the warehouse's rolling shutter door slowly rose, causing the fish cart to slip in.

Illegal immigrants looked at each other in blank dismay with tires running over the concrete floor, and looked at each other in blank dismay until the door of the carriage was roughly opened by a gloomy white man with corner eyes.

There is a long and narrow scar on his face, extending from his forehead to the corner of his mouth, looking very ferocious and ferocious.

Li Ang is very familiar with this kind of people, cruel, tyrannical, desperadoes with their heads tied on their waistbands. It is not so much that they are helpless and go astray, it is better to say that they are bloodthirsty in nature. Sadistic tone.

"All down."

The scarfaced man spit on the ground and shouted hoarsely.

The shining flashlight light came in. Everyone else in the carriage was busy covering their eyes. Li Ang had already roughly seen the structure of the warehouse.

There are probably seven gunmen with pistols standing here, all around there are a few tents supported by opaque plastic sheets, and the shadows inside are not real.

Li Ang moved in his heart, sneaking off two three-finger-wide iron pieces from the edge of the mottled and rusty seat of the carriage, turning over the palm and hiding it in the sleeve.

Illegal immigrants filed out of the carriage and stood in a row under the command of a South Asian gunman.

The gunman looked at the Illegal immigrants like the goods on the shelf, while writing and drawing with a pencil on the paper, Li Ang glanced at it, and it said age, gender, and health status. Things like that.

"Boss, there are 30 people in total."

The South Asian man approached Scarface flatly and said.

Scarface said lukewarmly: "Okay, send it to Hancock tomorrow. He has just bought a few batches of powder making equipment and needs manpower."

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Li Ang raised his eyebrows. This powder will use your toes to know that it will not be flour or fat powder. Then the so-called Hancock, which specializes in this kind of pickling, will naturally not be what it can provide for employees. Welfare entrepreneurs with conscientiousness,

These Illegal immigrants fall into his hands, and they will all become slaves like hard labor and livestock. Under the torture of the harsh working environment and long working hours, in just a few years You lose your life.

Illegal immigrants here all have their own way of making a living. Some people are still in Gotham where there are distant relatives and they can take refuge. Hear the words of scarface, a certain middle- of the Illegal immigrants crowd. The aged man said in unskilled English: "Sir, I have a cousin in Gotham, I can come up with 500USD..."

The words suddenly choked, and his scarred face smiled and pinched. He hit his neck fiercely and hit him fiercely on the ground,

"You yellow-skinned monkeys don't take oneself too seriously, you know?"

middle- The aged man is totally speechless, like cooked dried shrimp, curled up and groaned in pain.

Scarface still refused to give up, and moved towards the man’s head and kicked like a demonstration. The hard leather boots with pointed soles directly scratched the flesh on the man’s face, and blood came from the bridge of his broken nose. Splashed out.

The rest of the stowaways screamed in horror, Scarface drew the take action gun impatiently, and the crisp sound of the insurance closing made the noise disappear instantly.

"Those who want to survive, be honest with him-mother!"

Scarface looked at Illegal immigrants with satisfaction and settled down, and said: "Stay here for one night, tomorrow I will send it to Hancock in the morning. Gotham’s notes have been patrolling every day recently. I really don’t know what gunshot those pigs have eaten."

He lazily inserted the pistol back into the wallet of his belt and waved his hand. Let the South Asian gunmen lead Illegal immigrants into the tent.

"Wait a minute."

The black driver suddenly stopped the Illegal immigrants from entering the tent. He pulled out a ten-year-old girl with short hair from the crowd. , Said with a smile, "Boss, I heard that Mr. Richard in Xicheng District likes this one very much, should I send this to him?"

"en?" Scarface frowned rubbed Rubbing azure stubble's chin, he said casually: "It's thin to a wooden stick, Richard's taste is very good, let me raise it for a few days before I talk about it."

"Hao Le." black The muscular man laughed and grabbed the girl's wrist, and asked: "Then can I try the water first? From behind, make sure that Mr. Richard is still the original product when he gets it."

"You Feel free, pay attention, don't die." Scarface shrugged indifferently, took a steaming pizza from the table next to it, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed.

Although a group of Illegal immigrants do not understand English very well, they can vaguely guess what the gunman’s expressions and gestures show. The commotion begins to spread.

It should be the middle-aged girl mother. The woman rushed up, trying to take the girl back from the black man, but was kicked on her stomach, and flew across the steel bracket of the tent, bleeding her head.

The middle-aged man who was lying on the ground got up with difficulty, grabbed the black's ankle with full strength, and would not let go no matter how the opponent kicked it.

"My mother, it's just a bunch of monkeys, what is the noise!"

The black muscular man kicked the man alive and passed out, then forced the girl to a small tent. , His mouth kept muttering: "hehe, although it is a yellow-skinned monkey, but it can barely make use of it..."

Li Ang reluctantly covered his forehead and slanted Looking up to the sky, sighed, "Oh... as the saying goes, there is nothing in the world, mediocre people are disturbing themselves."

He took three or two steps forward, his thin figure blocking the front of the black man, just like a worm shaking a tree , Mantis trying to stop a chariot.

"courting death ."

The black muscular man loosened the girl's wrist with a grinning grin.

The corners of the mouths of the gunmen next to him were smiling, ready to see a scene where the thin Li Ang was bleeding and falling to the ground.

However, they were disappointed.

Li Ang stepped back and avoided the fist, turned over the palm, lying quietly on the palm of his hand.

He grasped his fist with his hand, and the iron piece protruding from his fingers cut through the air, gently slashing the weak neck of the black muscular man, and the scarlet surging from the slender carotid artery instantly smudged. On the ground, a piece of plum blossoms splashed down.

The black muscular man "hoho" hoarse, trying to stretch out his hands to cover the wound on his neck, but Li Ang gently opened his palm, making the mob's eyes end dullly I own life.

All around there was silence. Before the stunned gunmen could recover from the shock, they heard Li Ang yell in Nanyang dialect, "Everyone, get down!"

Before speaking, he waved his arm, and an iron piece in his hand flew out obliquely, unstoppably splitting the plastic cover of the warehouse switch, cutting off the fuse in it,

The power supply stagnates and the warehouse The bulb at the top went out instantaneously, the blocked space was completely dark, and only a few dozen people were left with heavy gasps.