Chapter 3 Marriage
A few days later, Ling Zhan was running around the restaurant with a sunny smile on his face, and his friendly service brought a satisfactory experience to the diners.
Therefore, the uncle's restaurant has been doing much better business recently than before, and has even snatched away a lot of other people's customers.
The old man smiles every night, like Maitreya Buddha, with kind eyes and a cheerful smile; on the contrary, the faces of the restaurant owners around him are as black as ash at the bottom of a pot.
Over the past few days, Ling Zhan has gained complete control of his body, and his swordsmanship has improved rapidly as a result.
By checking the original owner's memory, he learned that the original owner was an assassin with good strength but no reputation (that is, a mercenary under control).
The previous mission was his last one. The original owner was shot in the abdomen, and the bullet went deep into his intestines. This was a fatal wound. With pursuers around him, the original owner died before he could be treated.
Ling Zhan arrived and took over the body. The bullet miraculously recovered in the abdomen and was pushed out during the process, leaving the abdomen intact.
At that time, Ling Zhan had already dealt with two enemies. He had no time to be surprised. He took the money and started to flee.
In this regard, Ling Zhan could only regard it as his own novice gift package.
In his spare time, Ling Zhan also read the spells of the Lord of the Rings wizard. He found that the basic spells were not difficult, at least for him, but he needed to practice more. In this way... he could be considered to be a master of both magic and martial arts.
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At night, in a place in New York, there stands a candy factory. From time to time, several men and women in suits come in and out.
A middle-aged man with sparse hair and a nice face drove into the factory.
A man came over to help him park the car, and he walked into the factory. People kept greeting him on the way, and he responded with a smile.
After a while, he walked to an ordinary wooden door, straightened his wrinkled clothes, and stood there straight.
At this moment, the two monitors in the upper left and right corners turned to him at the same time, and two infrared rays scanned the middle-aged man's body from top to bottom.
"Ding!" The man walked forward, opened the wooden door, and closed the door when he walked in.
The room was completely different from the outside. It was filled with advanced machines and instruments, just like those in some science fiction movies.
A black man sat in the middle. He looked at the middle-aged man with sharp eyes. He was as calm as a patient tiger, but also like a lion that could pounce at any time.
An iron door fell down, blocking the wooden door.
"Hello, sir. Level 8 Agent Coulson of S.H.I.E.L.D. reports in."
"Good! You look very energetic, Agent Coulson. It seems you have had dinner," the black man said with a sense of relief in his tone. The black man was the current director of S.H.I.E.L.D. - Nick Fury.
His rough skin seemed to have gone through many hardships, his face was resolute, and the left eye with a black eye patch might be a witness.
"Well, the mission was completed well this time. It's still satisfactory," Nick Fury said as he flipped through Coulson's report.
"Thank you for the compliment, sir. This is my duty," said Coulson. He was still happy in his heart. Being appreciated by superiors is what every employee hopes for.
"Huh? Coulson, this is..." Nick Fury turned the report to Coulson and pointed at a place and asked.
"Reporting to the commander, when I was rushing here, the instruments on the plane detected strange energy fluctuations, but it was only for a moment. I think the decision should be left to you, commander!" Coulson explained the origin of the incident mentioned in the report, and he was still confused.
"It seems... a lot of things are going to happen on Earth!" Nick leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
Ever since the incident with that woman, strange phenomena on Earth have become more frequent, and have become countless recently. SHIELD has sent many agents out, and even Coulson, whom he is most optimistic about, has been out several times.
"Coulson, I've approved your leave. Enjoy your one-month beach vacation! I'll take care of this matter."
"Thank you very much, sir!" Coulson was very happy. After running around for so long, he could finally enjoy a relaxing vacation. He hardly had any rest and flew back and forth across the United States.
After Coulson left, Nick Fury read the report again, thought about it for a while, wrote a file on the report, and then put the file into "084". He burned Coulson's report.
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A few days later, Ling Zhan drove to a wholesale store. At the request of the boss, he went to the wholesale market to buy some goods. He was really just a tool. (He didn't bring Zaruba with him. Sometimes Zaruba couldn't stop talking.)
The store was not at its original location, and Ling Zhan had to ask along the way before he found it.
The wholesale process took a bit long, so Ling Zhan walked aside to eat a lollipop and looked around.
He always felt that this place was a little strange. He couldn't put his finger on it, it was just his intuition. He suddenly wondered if he had come to the wrong place. It was not like he had never come to the wrong place before.
After paying the bill, Ling Zhan drove away. He seemed to notice that his boss had a strange look in his eyes. He didn't intend to ask any more questions. Going back was the most important thing.
"Hey! Kid, where do you want to go?" A sturdy man with a scar on his face consisting of two crossed scars walked up to Ling Zhan with several tall and thin men and surrounded Ling Zhan.
Ling Zhan finally understood why the boss looked strange. Damn, there were gangsters there.
Ling Zhan was forced to retreat to the carriage. He raised his hands and said angrily, "Big, big brother, please...what can I do for you?"
"Hey, what's up? Nothing...would we be so bored to look for you? Ang!"
The scarred man pushed Ling Zhan hard.
"Bang!" Ling Zhan's back hit the car, making a dull sound.
"No, no, I don't know where big brother is from, hehe," Ling Zhan said with a playful smile.
"Hey, this kid dares to come here without knowing anything! Our boss is the most appreciated subordinate of the White King, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Black Skull Gang!" one person laughed.
Ling Zhan was also depressed. He was a stay-at-home guy who never left his home for years, and suddenly came to the United States where he was unfamiliar with the place. He had no cell phone, and he had been running back and forth between the restaurant and home. Today was his first time to come and purchase goods, but he didn't expect to end up here.
He might understand what this place is, Hell's Kitchen!
This place is notoriously chaotic, there are no high-level people to deal with it, and it is a chaotic place with a lot of ordinary superheroes and villains.
"I understand, I understand. Big brother, please follow me." The scarred man and his companions were not afraid that Ling Zhan would run away, and followed him to an alley that was wide enough to accommodate three people of Ling Zhan's size.
"Go ahead."
Ling Zhan was surrounded, and the scarred man was staring at him. No matter what he did, he could not escape the eyes of the scarred man and others.
"I have quite a lot of money," Ling Zhan took out a few bank cards, but his expression was no longer as timid as before, but rather a little more serious.
"Then give it to me quickly," the scarred man's eyes lit up with greed when he heard that there was a lot of money.
His hand reached out empty-handed, and he stared at Ling Zhan with a ferocious look on his face.
"Don't be anxious! I will only tell you the password," Ling Zhan smiled.
"Oh, are you trying to cause trouble?" The scarred man, who was also quite knowledgeable, guessed.
"You claim you have a high status, but why are you so timid?" Ling Zhan covered his mouth and laughed, and his laugh was quite happy.
"What did you say!"
Scar Man is the closest person to the top management in the famous Black Skull Gang in Hell's Kitchen. He is quite capable, but he has a bad temper.
The scarred man grabbed Ling Zhan's collar and tried to lift him up.
"Don't be angry, you lifted me up so easily, are you still afraid that I will do something to you?" Ling Zhan did not struggle and looked into the other person's eyes.
"Snapped!"
The scarred man saw that it was true. He loosened his clothes and pulled Ling Zhan aside. The two of them turned their backs to the scarred man's men.
Ling Zhan handed the card to the other party with his left hand and slowly approached the scarred man.
"Hey!"
With a refreshing sound, a sword suddenly appeared in Ling Zhan's hand.
"Uh, uh, uh, big...big, please spare me, sir!"
The scarred man raised his hands. He could feel the chill in his throat.
Things have changed, and his turn came immediately.
The scarred man was very depressed. He didn't even see when Ling Zhan took out his weapon.
"Turn around!" Ling Zhan ordered, putting the tip of the sword against the scarred man's throat.
The scarred man turned around slowly. When his men saw this, they were surprised at first, and then wanted to take action, but the scarred man had become a hostage, so they could not act rashly.
Ling Zhan felt relieved, as long as he didn't take any action.
“Whoosh!” “Hoo!”
A gust of wind broke through the air, and Ling Zhan subconsciously switched his sword to his left hand, with his arm in an L shape, and placed the sword vertically in front of him to block.
"Swish!" The sound of flesh and blood separating.
"Crack!" The sound of bones crushing.
"Ahhh..." A painful voice was heard.
Ling Zhan stood up at the same time, pointing the tip of his sword at the scarred man who was holding his broken calf and screaming in pain, "You are very dishonest!"
Ling Zhan didn't want to take action, but he knew that if he let this guy go, it would only implicate the old man later, and he couldn't let anyone at the scene go!
Ling Zhan waved his hand, and the sword tip quickly slashed across the scarred man's throat, while rushing towards the dazed younger brothers.
In 8 seconds, all the villains fell in a pool of blood.
Ling Zhan had already put away his weapon and was leaning against the wall to vomit, but he had prepared a bag in case anything was left behind. (He had vomited into the ditch before, and there happened to be a stinky ditch there.)
"Killing someone feels really bad!" Ling Zhan still felt uncomfortable and squatted on the ground.
After vomiting, I almost lost all my strength.
"I didn't meet Hola, but met a few scums instead," Ling Zhan shook his head, recovered, stood up and left.
The shop owner had closed the door long ago, so Ling Zhan drove the car back to the shop.
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That night.
There are many beautiful moments in a person's life, each one is a precious memory.
The most beautiful moment for a woman is when she wears a pure white wedding dress and enters the sacred marriage hall.
Tonight, she has her most beautiful moment. A woman in a wedding dress is the most beautiful at that moment!
She was sitting in front of the dressing table.
She finished her wedding makeup.
She spun around happily.
She was holding a bouquet of flowers.
She looked at her beautiful self in the mirror and smiled gently, like a child returning to nature.
She was about to marry the man she loved most, and she would become one of the happiest women in the world.
She was waiting, waiting for the sound of the wedding bells in the hall. When the wedding bells rang, she would see her lover - Sade!
"Woooooooooooo..."
The woman was startled. A long and lengthy music lingered in the room.
"Who! Is it... THAAD?"
The woman couldn't remember anyone she knew who could play the harmonica, and it was so... unfortunate.
"Da da da……"
A tall and thin figure gradually emerged in the room illuminated by the dim light from the dressing table.
A pair of bright eyes opened and stared at the woman. He was holding a rather long object in his left hand.
"Do I...know...you?"
The woman carefully moved to the side, and the man's eyes moved with her.
"At this point, you still want to pretend!" the man shouted.
"I, I, I don't understand what you are talking about? You are not an acquaintance, right?"
The flower in the woman's left hand touched the empty space.
The man sneered, "You're pretending well, but you're still thinking about the wedding! You still don't admit it, right, Hola."
The woman's eyes suddenly widened, she grabbed something with her right hand and smashed it out.
The man's left hand holding the sword instantly blocked the object as fast as a bullet to the left, and at the same time took a big step to catch up with the woman.
"Swoosh!" The woman suddenly turned around and swept her arm out.
"Oh!"
"Snapped!"
The man took it smoothly with his right hand, and punched out with his left hand holding the sword.
"Boom!"
The woman was beaten back to the dressing table, and an ugly and terrifying face appeared in the mirror.
"what……"
Her screams were sometimes high and sometimes low. She hated it, hated to see this ugly face.
She turned her head and stared at the man angrily, as if she wanted to eat him. Her ugly face turned back into its original beautiful face in an instant.
The woman smashed the table and immediately rushed to the door.
"Qiang!"
The woman felt a chill running straight into her brain. She immediately used her right hand to support herself and put her feet on the door (wall) not far away. She moved instantly and kicked the man with her feet.
When the man saw that his sword missed, he changed his move and turned to the right.
The tip of the sword points downward, the blade faces the enemy, and the sword is slashed from bottom to top.
"Pfft!"
A short piece of beautiful legs flew out.
There was a fierce light in the woman's eyes, and at this moment, streams of black liquid condensed into the shape of a leg on her right calf.
The bottom of the woman's white skirt was stained with a hint of crimson, and she rushed towards the man with her palms shaped like claws.
The man calmly swung his sword to block the woman's attack.
The two fought back and forth, with the woman dodging more, as if she was particularly afraid of the sword in the man's hand.
After the two people's "fight", the backstage was in a mess, and only a dressing table was still intact.
The woman saw that she had attacked many times but not only failed to defeat the opponent, but also suffered multiple injuries herself, and she began to feel like giving up.
Both parties stared at each other. The woman jumped out and disappeared on the spot, even faster than before. The man seemed stunned.
The woman appeared diagonally to the right of the man, and the nails on her hands pierced the man's neck.
If you listen carefully, you can hear the sound of something cutting through the air.
The woman laughed wildly in her heart when... her sharp nails were only 6cm away from the man's neck.
"Hey!"
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