Marvel’S Opening Succession To Darkside

Jokerz has been wandering in the slums of New York. Although the current boss has escaped from the slums by surprise, many new Jokerz members are slum members.

Nanzhou once again set foot on the land of slums. Since the New York War, the slums of New York have become even more miserable. It can not only be judged by chaos.

The arrival of Nanzhou did not attract the attention of those in the slum.

After all, this place is now mixed with dragons and fish, and Nanzhou doesn't have any special features that attract people's attention, so naturally nobody cares.

Nanzhou Times also wandered in the slum, and did not find anyone to ask about Jokerz.

Taking the initiative to step forward will definitely reveal your intentions, and it will be noticed by the people like Jokerz.

So he wanted to play very simple, wandering around the slums, waiting for Jokerz's people to show up.

And Nan Zhou's method was indeed feasible. Not long after he came to the slum, he heard the sound of smashing not far away.

"Fuck you, give it to me!"

Just watch a person wearing a Joker mask snatch food from a woman living in a slum, and beside him, there is a person wearing a Joker mask with a gun in his hand.

Listening to this person's voice, it seems that he is not very old, he is just seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Do you know who we are? We are Jokerz's!"

After the man got the food, he kicked the woman over and walked towards the others.

As for the woman, she could only sit on the ground and cry.

Upon seeing this, Nan Zhou hid behind a wall. Although there are only two members of Jokerz now, Nan Zhou still doesn't want to stun the snake. He has to wait until there is no one.

The two members of Jokerz robbed the surroundings. Whether it was money or food, they took all the orders without any disapproval.

"It's a fucking bunch of poor ghosts, unlucky."

The two looked at the food in the bag and the thin wad of money in their hands.

Disgusted and left.

When Nan Zhou saw this, he followed, and it seemed that they were planning to go to the second place.

The two left this slum and planned to go to another slum one street away, but it was a coincidence that the two little hapless men came to an alley with no one.

"Hey!"

Nan Zhou At the moment came behind the two and yelled.

The two members of Jokerz heard Nan Zhou's shout and turned around and found a well-dressed man with a mask appeared behind him.

"Who are you?"

The two were still quite arrogant, and the Jokerz member with the gun shook his body and walked forward.

He looked at Nan Zhou up and down, and saw that this person was well dressed, he was definitely not a slum person.

"Do you have any money? Hand it over if you know it!"

Upon seeing this, Nan Zhou smiled helplessly. It seems that this Jokerz is really arrogant and domineering.

"Give me money, but I want to meet your boss."

Nan Zhou spoke to the person who slowly walked towards him.

"See our boss?"

The man turned his head and looked at the man with the food bag, and both laughed mockingly together.

"You are wearing a mask, maybe you are some kind of gangster, you still want to see our boss? It's so beautiful, quickly hand over the money, then go off, don't force me to shoot!"

The man's tone became even more vicious, and he pointed his gun at Nan Zhou.

"If you don't listen to the deal with you calmly, do you have to make trouble like this?"

Chang Nan Zhou sighed. He hated this kind of kid pointing a gun at himself.

"Do not talk nonsense!"Seeing that Nan Zhou still had no intention of taking money, the man directly loaded the gun.

"Toast and not eat fine wine."

Nan Zhou sneered twice looking at the man who pointed the gun at him.

Afterwards, Nan Zhou came to the person in a flash, and before he could react, Nan Zhou had already held the gun body.

The man was taken aback when he saw this and pulled the trigger frantically, but it had no effect. Nan Zhou held the gun tightly, the trigger couldn't be pulled out, and the bullets naturally couldn't be shot out.

"you……"

The man looked at Nan Zhou incredulously, and a wave of fear rose in his heart.

The man couldn't finish it yet, Nan Zhou just hit his face with a punch, smashing his mask directly.

"Still a kid."

Nan Zhou also felt a little regretful when he saw a child who was only seventeen or eighteen years old behind the mask.

I can only say that this child will be so scrapped in the future.

At the moment, the child was held in Nan Zhou's hand like a chicken. His punch directly knocked the child out.

And the person holding the bag with food in his hand also pulled out the gun from his waist when he saw this scene and pointed at Nan Zhou.

"What? Shoot it."

Upon seeing this, Nan Zhou threw the child he was carrying on the ground and said mockingly.

"The people facing the slums just now were so arrogant, and facing me just now, why are they not arrogant now?"

Nan Zhou said, walking towards that person step by step.

Seeing Nan Zhou walking towards him, the man couldn't help but retreat.

"Come on, shoot me, go here!"

Nan Zhou pointed his forehead with a finger and continued to mock.

"Aren't you from the slum? Why do you treat people in the slum like this?"

Nan Zhou questioned him, getting closer.

The man's gun hand was shaking.

"You! Don't come over!"

Hearing a shout from the man, he would pull the trigger casually.

But he suddenly discovered that no matter how hard he tried, the trigger couldn't be pulled, as if it had been welded to death.

Nan Zhou had already arrived in front of him at this time, gripped his pistol, and then saw that the pistol's body had undergone serious deformation.

The fact that the person couldn't pull the trigger just now was due to Nan Zhou. Nan Zhou's mind controlled and then the trigger stopped dead in the original place. No matter how hard the person tried, he couldn't pull the trigger.

As for the serious deformation of the gun, Nan Zhou’s power wanted to smash this person’s skull with ease. Squeezing a gun was not sprinkling water?

Seeing the gun being squeezed into a discus, the psychological defense of the previously arrogant Jokerz member collapsed, softened and fell to the ground.

Nan Zhou stretched out his hand and took off his mask. He was also a 17-year-old child.

"Tell me, where is your boss now?"

Facing Nan Zhou's question, the child's voice was trembling.

"I... I don't know. It's not long since we joined Jokerz. We haven't seen the boss."

"Then how much the scale of your Jokerz has expanded, do you know?"

The answer from that person just now was in Nan Zhou's expectation, so he asked the second question.

"Many children from the slums have joined Jokerz, but there are few people in the slums in this place, so we are here to make trouble."

Upon hearing this, Nan Zhou smiled slightly.

"Then tell me, where is your upper head?"

Thank you for reading this story at mtlarchive.com. Your support enables us to keep the site running!