Mixing Marvel with Warrior Templates

Chapter 45 Peterson

New York, a magical city.In this busy city, among the people hidden here, there are some monsters among them, and there are also some heroes who save the world.For most ordinary people, S.H.I.E.L.D. is still a relatively mysterious agent organization. It was established to protect the relationship between people in the normal world and the supernatural world, to protect people's justice, and to let people re-understand and adapt to this world. new world.

At the same time, New York is also a place where most people struggle to survive. For anyone who wants to live decently with his own hands, the law of the forest here is too cruel. People who walk on foot.Even if they have a passion for life and good qualities, such as kindness, optimism, and self-motivation.

Peterson has never hated himself as much as he does now. When he was young, he chose to hang out with a group of cronies instead of learning a craft well. As a result, he can only work hard to make money now, but with robots, his strength is not enough. It came in handy, he hated those goddamn robotic arms.Why can't we wait for him to stay for a few more months before showing up, so that he can be promoted and buy his son a favorite Iron Man toy.

"Ace, I promise you that I will bring this to you on your birthday this year." Peterson squatted down and solemnly assured his son.As a father, he can't affect his son with more negative and bad things.But the sensible Ace still said carefully: "Aren't you out of money? Actually, I don't really want that, I... I just look at it." But the longing in his eyes still betrayed him.

"Hey~ don't worry, I'll find a new job soon. And" Peterson said and put his fist in Ace's face

"What are we?"

"Team!" Ace touched his dad with his little fist, and this action made his already depressed mood better, because every time this agreed action was completed, it represented him and his father. Dad will definitely do what he promised. This time it is a toy and he will get an A+ in return. Yes, there is nothing that makes parents happier than seeing their children become outstanding.

But Peterson was a little unsure about this agreement. He scratched his right forearm, and then went home with his son in his arms.Originally living in Queens, they had to move to Hell's Kitchen to save money, so getting home before night is the best piece of advice.This piece of advice is the conclusion reached by countless poor souls who have been sapped or robbed.

It's a pity that the subway home was a little delayed because of the heavy traffic today.When they arrived in Hell's Kitchen, Peterson and his son were greeted by empty streets, and even the street lamps were weakly emitting yellow light.And this time is also a happy time for those scum who like to wander in the dark. New York belongs to order during the day, but it belongs to chaos at night.In Hell's Kitchen, this sentence was carried out most thoroughly, after all, they couldn't get up during the day.

"Okay, let's hurry up and hide behind me if something happens, you know?" Peterson had to bite the bullet and walk forward, while holding his scared son tightly, as did Ace. He was terrified, he had never seen Hell's Kitchen at night, it was such a quiet place.

"click~"

"Plop~"

In a small alley not far from Peterson, Huang Ming, dressed in a black uniform, had just finished handling a vicious robbery incident. When he arrived, he took tens of seconds to interrupt their hands and feet.As for the two old couples who were already frightened and praying, he was a little speechless, and actually asked the Lord to forgive his crimes.

Well, maybe these people will be some people's husbands, sons and brothers, and it is possible to commit crimes because of life, but when he chooses to commit crimes, he himself needs to bear such risks.They are all adults, so don't talk about the old and the young, they are all those disgusting capitalists, and they have to pay back when they come out to hang out.

"Well, this is the first time tonight~" Huang Ming couldn't remember how many crimes he had prevented tonight, as long as someone called for help, he would go to almost all of them, but there was a faint scream in the air The sound still did not decrease, but became a bit more, and sometimes there were a few gunshots.He can only lament that it really deserves to be hell, and he also admires Daredevil's energy a little bit. He is a lawyer during the day and a vigilante at night.

"You bastards!!"

At this time, an angry voice came, and Huang Ming, who had not rested for a long time, put on his mask again: "Well, no matter who you are, your good friend, the blade is here." Saurfang pointed the way in the earphone, Huang Ming Ming turned a few intersections, and saw a set of extremely powerful clothes holding up two trash cans and throwing them at those who blocked him, followed by a set of small clothes.

After a closer look, he realized that there were two black people. If Peterson hadn't opened his mouth, Huang Ming really wouldn't have been able to tell that there were two people.I thought it was the cloak of the strange mage who came out to fight for justice.Looking at the situation, it must be the Irish gangsters who like to rob and blackmail little people to do things again.And two of them had already drawn their guns, obviously they had already fired, otherwise the man wouldn't be so angry.

Huang Ming didn't dare to hesitate, if the child was injured, it would be troublesome, drawing the sword was a charge.Under the darkness of night, the black combat uniforms did not attract their attention, only the sound of the sonic boom during the charge, which shocked the people present and stopped their movements. Peterson even turned around and used his body to protect his son. The wind was blowing, and there was still the sound of wind whizzing by in my ears, like a knife passing by.

"Ah~~~"

"Damn! What is this thing? Damn~"

"Monster! Monster! Shoot!"

"Kill him~~"

The little brothers of the Irish gangsters were terrified and screaming. Suddenly, a black ghost, or the god of death, appeared among them, wielding double knives, and opened a silver curtain of light, bringing a whirlwind of death.Huang Ming rushed into the formation, and after a whirlwind slashed, none of the gangsters could stand up. They looked at him in fear, did not dare to make a sound, and crawled away trembling.There were also two unfortunate ones who were relatively close to Huang Ming, and were torn into parts by wild anger.

"Crack~ you damn guys." As a result, Peterson, who reacted over there, rushed over angrily and broke the neck of one of the gangsters, then smashed the ground with a punch, picked up a brick and prepared to continue Dry a few.But it was blocked by Huang Ming's horizontal knife:

"That's enough, just teach me a lesson, and you haven't suffered any harm, have you?"

As a result, Peterson turned his head to look at him fiercely, and a burst of orange-red energy familiar to Huang Ming surged through Peterson's veins. "These bastards deserve to die, they shouldn't scare my son."

"I think you can scare your son more than they do now." As soon as these words came out, Peterson woke up with a start and immediately calmed down.Without saying thank you to Huang Ming, he turned around and quickly left the scene with the frightened Ace in his arms.Looking at Peterson who ran away, he admired his love for his son, but Huang Ming thought about another thing:
"That person should be the masterpiece of the centipede project?"

(End of this chapter)