I'm in Marvel: Just Become A God

Capitalists will never have such good things as conscience, and if they have, they will not be able to achieve their level.

Dad didn't believe it before, but now he does.

It's really sad for those old guys.

Fighting to death for a company for so many years, as a result, you are about to retire in your later years.

Who are you talking to.

But is this normal for this company?

Not quite right.

"Then do other underground organizations just look at it like this? 35

Dad asked curiously.

"The Dalu Hotel asked some questions, and then it was over.

Fox frowned.

When Dad heard this, he became a little bit clearer.

It seems that there is something wrong with the Velas Killer Group.

If it is really a pure killer, the "Nine Eight Seven" organization can't see that it can't do things like destroying their own jobs and chasing down people who used to work for them.

After all, you can't see when you look up. Although the underground world is dark, the friendship here is also purer.

If they die like this, even if they can really earn a lot of money, it will definitely not last.

After all, no one is a fool. He doesn't think that the successor of such a company would be such a short-sighted person.

But it doesn't seem to have much to do with him, does it?

"Boom! 39

Dad's side.

The gray-haired old man in his fifties is like an emotional killer.

Oh, it's not like, people are, that's fine.

With the trigger pull in his hand.

In his house not far away, all the light bulbs in the room were instantly turned off!

"what!"

Screams came from the room.

These are like assembly line production, find people, send them to training, and then kill a few people to complete a few tasks and then call themselves a killer.

It's obviously incomparable to the old guy on the side.

At least when the old man was attacked, his expression didn't even fluctuate.

Where is the rookie in the opposite room, who was shooting a light bulb, and it wasn't her, he had already started screaming in fright.

"Bang bang bang!"

Quickly turn off all the lights in the room.

The old man spoke up.

The voice is hoarse but magnetic.

"Energy don't be afraid!

The old guy actually still has the mind to save the opponent he is about to kill.

"afraid of what?"

The voice of the female killer who came out to take the lead.

She is a little bit smarter than the others.

I know that my friend's weapon has an infrared heat sensor function.

The old man turned off the light bulb, just wanting to wait for the temperature here to drop. Without the heat source, the bodies of her and her little valet would be the only heat source.

Then there is nowhere to hide.

So the woman, while answering, took out a signal flare, pulled it apart, and threw it in the room.

The heat source exerted by the flare is enough to cover the heat source on her body.

She needs to buy herself time.

Think about how to break the game.

"When you're afraid, people always make mistakes!

The old man said lightly!

"No mistakes, not today!"

the woman replied.

At this moment, the room looked like a fiery red in the infrared.

There is no way to find out where the other person is.

Not to mention a direct shot.

This shattered the old man's previous plans.

I also broke several of my own light bulbs, which is really distressing.

He's a poor old guy who doesn't even get his pension, doesn't he know he's poor.

The woman saw that the other party had not moved for a long time.

Hearing the answer from his attendant, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Now, relying on the cover of the heat source, a person by her side has already gone to find that bad old man, she doesn't even know.

When his people arrive, the damn old man will be dead.

She lost two people in one action, which is very unacceptable to a woman.

"I will kill you!

The girl confidently yelled at you into the microphone.

"why?"

The old man answered lightly, with a calm tone.

But the body did move quickly.

He quickly dragged the clothes of the guy he killed himself.

The old man is so old, and it will be able to withstand the cold weather for a while.

More importantly, the other party has changed their attitude though.

There is a good chance that someone has come to find you.

Although I don't know how many people there are on the other side, it's better to be safe.

He put on his clothes and stripped the corpse in front of him, so the other party wouldn't recognize it anyway, would he?

"Because I just get paid to do things!

Both sides want to drag time to stabilize the place.

So it hit it off.

"Who gave you the money?"

The old man still wanted to get some information out of the way.

After all, he was hunted and killed inexplicably. He lives in such a place, and the news is not as well-informed as the outside world.

So he didn't know a lot of things.

"Does it matter? But, you know, you're going to die before we leave!

The woman spoke coldly.

"If that's the case, then I hope you don't leave!"

The old man is very talkative, like an ordinary old man talking about his long-cherished wish.

"Really, people can't always get what they want, goodbye, strong old man, I wanted to experience it too!"5

The woman smiled and estimated the time. Her little friend should have arrived, behind the bad old man.

In her eyes, the bad old man is already a Deadman.

"Da-da, da-da!

The woman's friend shot at the figure that looked like an old man lying on his stomach.

The woman on the other side laughed wildly.

Just before she could laugh out loud.

"Ah!

Two screams, bullets came from behind.

The woman's face instantly froze by 5.8, while the screams of her little friend and valet didn't stop at all.

This kind of shouting made the woman on the other side enter the icehouse.

The school instructor had never taught her how to deal with such an old hunter.

She was like an idiot before, still complacent about her plan, but she didn't know that, standing at a level far higher than her own, she had already predicted her prediction, and gave him a ruthless hit.

"Who shot you"

The uncle looked at the man who was kneeling in front of him and asked lightly!

"Go to hell, you big-ass idiot, me"

The big man also wanted to say a few words of hi, and then he would just wait and ask.

As a result, with a bang, the uncle didn't talk much, and he didn't ask questions directly. The bullet went directly into the brain tissue from the back of the head, and it seemed that he couldn't survive.