Infinite Stream Metaverse

New York, Brooklyn, Harbor area.

A detached luxury apartment building.

A blond beauty was wearing a simple sling pajamas, and fell asleep on a soft and expensive Sealy mattress. After a while, she woke up suddenly, sat up suddenly, shook her head left and right, and then got up and got out of bed.

"I'm late? Three ten minutes?"

The blond beauty started talking to herself.

"Impossible? Well, if you are late, you will be late."

The woman walked to the bathroom with her bare feet and began to take a shower.

All the while she was talking to herself.

He walked out of the bathroom and wiped his half-dried hair.

Go to the walk-in closet and start picking.

"Which suit do you think I should wear today?"

"No, this color is too exaggerated."

"This one is too complicated and not simple enough."

The woman finally chose a tight knit short dress with a V-neck zipper on the chest, which outlined her slim figure with bumps and convexities, and showed a little plump breast muscle by the way.The dark red color that is difficult for ordinary women to control complements each other just right on her body, she is pure desire and sexy.

"How about this one?"

The woman turned around in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

No one in the whole mansion responded to her.

The woman is always talking to herself, as if talking to an existence.If someone sees this picture, they will inevitably feel a little shudder.Does this tall and beautiful beauty suffer from some kind of mental illness?
The woman stands in front of the vanity in the bathroom.

Her face was reflected in the mirror.

Exquisite three-dimensional but slightly sharp facial features, deep-set eyes, high nose bridge, V-shaped sharp chin, gray-green eyes, and dirty golden shawl hair that was simply highlighted and dyed casually.The woman propped her hands on the edge of the basin, staring at herself in the mirror, what is shocking...

Her face gradually changed.

The purple jelly-like substance gushed out of her nostrils and ears slowly, gradually covered half of her face, and then turned into a hideous purple face with sharp edges and corners, with some silver stripes dotted around her cheeks.With pale and cold eyes, the big mouth slowly opened to the base of the ears, revealing a row of neat and sharp teeth like blades, and a long knuckle-shaped sharp tongue with barbs sticking out and rolling flexibly.

"Do I look good, Qinghun?"

The woman asks in the mirror.

Half pretty face, half scary grimace.

It's like a scene from a horror movie.

However, in the next second, the purple substance suddenly retreated into her skin and returned to its original state.

The woman straightened up with a chuckle, turned around and walked into the innermost part of the cloakroom, raised her fingers and gently pressed against the wall.

The fingerprint identification light flashed.

The walls split open to reveal the inner mezzanine.

Inside was a dark red cloak with a high collar.

The woman pulled the cloak and rolled it around her shoulders. The red cloak straps were automatically fastened and the buttons were fastened. Then the woman lifted the edge of the cloak to wrap around her body. There was a "crash" sound, and the cloak shrank rapidly, including the inside of the cloak. together with the woman, disappeared into the cloakroom.

……

New York, Fix Building.

"Whoa!"

The cloak was unfurled again.

A woman appeared out of nowhere inside the building and strode forward, her face covered by a red mask, like any superhero or supervillain.

The woman pushes open a door.

Inside is a conference room.

One side of the long conference table was already full of violent gangsters in suits. The leader was a bald white man in a white suit jacket.

This man was extremely fat, resembling a bull, with a big head, thick neck, fleshy face, dark eyes, and a diamond cane in his thick palm.

Wilson Fisk.

Or also known as Jin Bin.

King of the New York underworld.

A group of gangsters turned their eyes together, and followed the woman straight to the other end of the long conference table. Then Shi Shiran sat down and crossed his legs.

And beside her and behind her stood a group of muscular men. They were dressed in different clothes and wore masks, with a fierce aura lingering around them, and they were also very difficult to provoke.

"Crimson Cloak, you are late."

Jin said coldly.

Thick carrot-like fingers tapped on the table.

By the way, the Patek Philippe on the wrist is revealed.

"Oh, really?"

The woman in red spread out her palms:

"But my father told me that being late is a woman's natural privilege. Why can't I wait for this short time?"

"Humph."

Jin Bin snorted unexpectedly, but didn't bother with the matter anymore, but changed the subject and said:
"I have found the person you want. According to our previous agreement, your people must withdraw from Hell's Kitchen in New York and give us all the business there."

"Have you found it?"

The woman in red asked in surprise.

I thought it shouldn't be, my old lady has been searching for so many years but has not found any clues about him, and you actually found it first?Does Fatty have such a wide channel?

Jin nodded slowly.

"You're not fooling me, are you?"

The woman in red narrowed her eyes and said suspiciously.

Jin Bin raised the corners of his mouth with a smug look on his face, and didn't explain anything, just clapped his hands lightly:

"Bring someone up."

Two gang members walked in, escorting a short and thin man from the left to the right. This man was wearing a plaid shirt and jeans, plain clothes, and a cloth bag on his head.

The woman in the red mask looked at the man up and down, and couldn't help frowning, thinking that his body shape was not like this, did Jin Bing do something wrong?
Two gang members kicked the man behind his knees, and the man fell to his knees with a "plop", and then the cloth bag on his head was pulled off, revealing an Asian face.

The woman in red was even more dissatisfied.I thought you fucking... Who the hell is this? In the eyes of you, a fat pig with a dementia, all Asians look the same?

Before she could get angry.

Kim raised the man's chin with the end of his cane:

"Go ahead, tell me everything you know."

"I said, I said... what did I say?"

The man looked sad, and then asked blankly.

Jin Bin almost picked up his cane and whipped him:

"Everything about that person!"

"Ah, I see, I said I said."

The man quickly bowed his head begging for mercy.

"His name is Aoyama, or Aoyama Khan, the latter name seems to be his title in the Warhammer 40K universe. He is very powerful, and he is famously powerful. He dares to single out perfect humans... Uh, you probably don't know what He is a perfect human being, anyway, it is a large society in the world of reincarnation, you know the world of reincarnation, right? That is... In addition to being strong, his biggest label is keeping promises. According to every player who has dealt with him, Aoyama is very Keep your word, as long as you surrender and pay the ransom, he won't kill you... that's all I know."

The man raised his head cautiously and spoke.

Reincarnation world?player?community?

The woman in red frowned slowly.

Is that where he is?
No wonder, no wonder he couldn't be found...

"We are reincarnations, I mean, he is also a reincarnation. We can travel to different universes, including the Marvel Comics universe you are in, I..."

The man continued to stammer and finish.

The entire meeting was silent.

"Are you satisfied with this answer?"

Jin Bing smiled and asked:

"Miss Crimson Cloak?"

The woman in red was silent.

After a while, she said:

"Thank you for the great information, Mr. Kimbin. Sincerely, it helped me a lot."

"So, Hell's Kitchen?"

Jin raised his eyebrows and asked.

The woman bowed her head.

The corner of the mouth slowly evoked a smile:
"He talks about credit, but I don't talk about credit..."

Jin Bing's face suddenly sank:

"You mean to..."

"Hehehehe..."

The woman raised her head and smiled and said:

"I want Hell's Kitchen, and I want this building."

"Go!"

The woman jumped up and jumped onto the long conference table, and ran towards Jin Bing opposite.

"Fire! Fire!"

Kim hurriedly yelled.The subordinates around hurriedly raised their guns and fired, and the whole room was bombarded with bullets all of a sudden.

The woman in red clothes fluttered without any fear. She grabbed the corner of the cloak and turned around gracefully. The bullets hit the red cloak like mud bulls falling into the sea, losing their kinetic energy and falling to the ground. Reappeared behind the Jin Bin gangsters.

"She's behind her...Pfft!"

The women's fighting skills are exquisite and powerful, and they kicked several gangsters upside down with three punches and two kicks.Her subordinates were also super villains, and they performed all kinds of housekeeping skills one after another, and soon defeated Jin Bin's subordinates steadily-even if the younger brothers poured in from outside, it still didn't help.

"boom--"

The wall collapsed and exploded.

The two-meter-tall unicorn broke through the reinforced concrete wall and rushed into the room. His burly body was covered with some kind of gray polymer substance, and his invulnerability was infinite. A few rampages caused the Jinbin gang to collapse instantly.

"Run, cover the boss and leave!"

Several loyal subordinates hurriedly shouted.

However, the crimson cloak is still in hot pursuit.

Jin Bing looks tall and fat, but in fact he is also very skilled. A super villain tried to fight him hand-to-hand, but he threw himself on his waist, hugged him, turned over and threw him, smashing the floor-to-ceiling glass and falling out of the building screaming.

Seeing that Jin Bing was about to escape into the secret passage, the woman in red stopped holding back her hands, and her body was quickly covered with a layer of purple unknown substance, but she did not become a muscular giant, and her figure was still bumpy and sexy .

Then the purple substance in one of her arms twitched and gathered, and it turned into a silver mechanical gun in an instant, firing loudly at the backs of Jin Bing and his group.

"Da da da da!"

Flames protruded from the muzzle of the gun, and the explosive power was astonishing.In an instant, a row of human shields were smashed to pieces, and all the bodyguards were turned into broken bones.

……

Jin Bin was lying on his back like a pile of meat.

Thick and sticky blood was all over the floor, dyeing his haute couture white suit red, and colorful and fat colons dripped out from the opening in his stomach.He was trying to turn his head, trying his best to see the real face of the visitor, but he only saw a pair of slender legs in high leather boots.

Slowly walking towards himself.

"You, who are you...?"

Jin asked vaguely and laboriously.

"You want to know my real identity?"

The woman in red knelt down slowly:

"Alright, I'll let you be a sensible ghost."

The woman raised her hood and mask as she spoke.

"Justine Hammer!"

Jin couldn't believe it and widened his eyes:

"You are old Hammer's daughter..."

Jin Bin stopped breathing with the shock before dying.

So far, the emperor of the New York underground gang has completely fallen.

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