Marvel – Immortal Path

The north wind was bleak and cold, the dark clouds were gloomy and low, the high tide gradually slowed down and even fell, the wooden deck of the fishing boat creaked, and even the red-headed gulls were a little restless.

The storm's footsteps are getting closer.

Li Ang, wearing flesh-colored latex gloves, dropped the submachine gun indifferently, walked back to the beach, bowed and squatted in front of Christina, raised his arms without hesitation, bowed left and right at the girl’s face, drawing back and forth It took ten to remember to slap.

Naked eye can be seen, Christina’s cheeks are quickly red and swollen, she woke up faintly, and suddenly saw a weird man with a lacquered man face and a blood-stained raincoat squatting in front of her, almost screaming Fainted again.

Li Ang was too lazy to think, and directly strangled Christina's throat roughly, lowered her voice, and said in a matte hoarse voice:

"I said, you listen."

The eye sockets of the Nuo face penetrated by the pale paint line looked directly at Christina’s distorted facial expression due to extreme fear, and slowly opened the mouth and said: "In the next few minutes, you will put your little friend We moved back to the car one by one and drove them to Gotham City Hospital—if it’s too late, they might be able to get rescued before the cerebral hemorrhage. Oh, by the way, don’t forget to call the 911 hotline with your cellphone and let Those Gotham police notes came to wash the floor."

Khistina suddenly realized that all around the lawn was covered with stumps and arms, those with broken hands, feet, and heads. The mafia thugs with their ass hanging on the tree lay on the ground, sometimes also a few life force tenaciously convulsing and wailing, unstoppable towards the end of Death due to excessive blood loss.

Li Ang didn't feel the slightest discomfort for this scene. He shook the blood stained on his raincoat, twisted his neck comfortably and loosely, and slowly loosened his restraint on Christina.

"Now, you can run for your life."

Staggering, the girl trying to stand up fell to the ground again.

Li Ang did not pay more attention to Christina, he turned around and took a deep breath, the salty sea breeze and the sticky blood energy fuse together, like the blazing heat just extracted from the slag Like pig iron, burn the throat.

also do more important things, Li Ang took off the tie from the corpse of a gangster, and took out the car key from his trouser pocket, while wiping the hand axe with the silky silky top cloth With the blood stains on the armor piercing knife, he climbed up the slope calmly and stepped on the road.

He pressed the electronic button of the car key, a car rang twice, and Li Ang pulled the car door with a smile on his mouth and sat in it.

It has been nearly 3 minutes since Patrick escaped from here. Li Ang stepped on the accelerator without turning on the lights, only relied on the slight moonlight to distinguish the direction.

He put his arm on the half-open car window, and the strong wind blowing made the cuffs of the raincoat violently, and the tall trees on both sides of the road were like guards with swords standing quietly, staring silently The back of the vehicle driving him.

At this time, Patrick had already reached the highest speed. He stared at the rearview mirror madly and nervously, trying to see a trace of light in the smooth mirror surface.

"Very well, that monster didn't catch up..."

Patrick bit his lips tightly, and the angular and handsome face was full of shock.

He has never seen such a "person", not in the Italian Mafia, not in the Gotham Gang, or even on the Syrian battlefield where the Blackwater Company sent him.

To take the lives of others easily and freely, just want to eat and drink as natural as leisure time, even Patrick can perceive how disdainful is hidden under the weird mask worn by that raincoat madman Contempt.

In the eyes of that monster, human life is indistinguishable from a flower or a grass, Patrick knows.

"Fuck!" He slapped the steering wheel angrily, opened the window to let the cold night breeze cool oneself's sore head, and vomited a swear word uncontrollably, using this way to cover up his madness The fact that the beating heart almost bursts into the chest.

Calm down, calm down, the masked man is just a human, he has no superpower, just physical body and mortal flesh, he is afraid of bullets, and has to avoid the steel chain net and fire.

Patrick heavily spits out one mouthful of impure air, forcing oneself to pick up the cellphone, and call Richard Sappa.

"Quest failed," Patrick could smell the heavy sweat from oneself's armpit, "Everyone was killed except I escaped."

"What? What's going on?" Richard, who was waiting for news in the study, suddenly stood up from the redwood chair and asked loudly.

"A man wearing a wooden black mask and a raincoat attacked us." Patrick said grimly: "He is alone, no help."

"How is it possible ....." Richard rubbed his aching eyebrows, "Anyway, you come back first. Didn't that person follow you?"

"No." Patrick glanced again. In the rearview mirror, he said with a lack of breath: "He should not be any Mutants with superpower, but I am optimistic that at least 30 well-equipped hands and a gunship with searchlights are needed to deal with him."

Richard was silent for a while, before speaking for a while, "I will send someone to meet you when you park on the path outside the manor."

"Okay. "Patrick nodded heavily and hung up the phone.

"Due to the impact of the hurricane, the Gotham City Meteorological Bureau issued the most advanced rainstorm warning. The rainfall is expected to reach more than 100 mm within 3 hours, and the rainfall may last for several hours. Ordinary people please stop the assembly immediately and find In safe high-rise buildings, the general industry ceases to operate, and the Gotham City Fire Department will do a good job in the prevention and rescue of disasters such as mountain torrents, landslides, and mudslides."

The female voice in the on-board radio is still sweet and crisp. It's just that he brought a trace of dignity and calmness at this time, but Patrick had no intention of listening and rudely turned off the radio.

The car lights cut through the darkness and moved slowly along the winding road. Patrick could already see the lights of the Italian Mafia Sapa family manor from far away.

"Hurry up." He stepped on the accelerator anxiously. Suddenly, a strong light from the sky enveloped the vehicle. The sound of the helicopter rotating propeller sounded in the sky, and the road ahead also appeared bright. Like dense car lights during the day.

Reinforcements are here.

Patrick finally breathed a sigh of relief. He slowly parked the car on the side of the road, opened the door tremblingly, and stepped on the fine gravel road. Several familiar family members’ faces appeared in Patrick’s eyes.

"I'm here!"

He was standing in front of the car lights of the convoy, waving his arms, shouting loudly, with a smile of gratitude that he had escaped from the corner of his mouth.

The very familiar low voice of the rattan beating the quilt once again sounded behind Patrick, and he was confused and pressed oneself's bullet-pierced, bloody chest.