Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Commonwealth, Detroit, a small city in the federal state of Alabama
It became famous in the Commonwealth because of a new regulation of the state government of Alabama.

Because the crime rate in Detroit has been increasing year by year, in order to ensure the safety of citizens, the federal authorities have isolated the most dangerous criminals in the city and placed them in the frightening criminal restricted area "Red Brick District!
Several communities were isolated in the city, and the people inside were defined as criminals. In addition to daily water and power supply, this area was used as a prison by the state government.

This happened in a federation that has always advocated freedom and equality. It makes people feel a little unbelievable, but this is reality. The liberal democracy that the federation pays attention to is more like a weapon of class formation, rather than an advocacy.

The establishment of this special crime zone is a resolution of the state government of Alabama. According to the Federal Constitution, even the federal government, the black president who just took office, has no right to interfere.

This kind of special crime zone is controlled by gangsters. It can be said that it is a paradise for criminals. Some normal people live in this kind of place and want to leave and move out all the time.

However, if you want to move out of the community, in addition to the consent of the gangsters in the community, you also need to obtain an "amnesty" from the Detroit Police Department. Otherwise, even if you really move out to another community, you will become a key surveillance target of the police department.

Therefore, in the red brick community, many people chose to become informants of the Detroit Police Department, helping them monitor the movement in the community.

However, these people often end badly.

In the early hours of the morning, in the Red Brick Special Zone, a figure suddenly appeared on the high wall surrounded by the state government. He nimbly grasped the protrusions on the wall, and climbed down the gap between the stone bricks, nimbly like a monkey.

In just a few breaths, he climbed down the four or five meter high wall.

Under the high wall, it was dark and there was no one. The man in the hoodie put the hood on his head and slipped into a small alley.
After about three or four minutes, he reappeared on the road with an old motorcycle under his crotch.

"Buzzing-"

A gangster guard on the high wall rubbed his eyes and looked at the road, only seeing the shadow of the motorcycle taillights. He cursed, rubbed his eyes and continued lying on his makeshift single bed, hugging his AK47, and continued to fall asleep.

The man in the hoodie rode a motorcycle for more than an hour, and drove into a fork in the road. After another half an hour, he finally found a dilapidated motel along the mottled and rusty neon sign lights.

The owner of the hotel is a bloated middle-aged fat man, sitting on the boss chair on top of the glass counter, his eyes squinted into slits, looking at the hot magazines on the counter, with his hands under the counter, he doesn't know what he is doing.

Hearing the wind chime at the door, the boss raised his head, looked at the man in the hoodie who came in, and said in a weak tone:
“[-] dollars to stay”

The man in the hoodie silently took a ten-dollar bill from his wallet and slapped it on the table.

The boss stretched out his fat arm from the small window of the glass counter to take the banknotes away, turned the seat and took a bunch of keys from the shelf, and handed them to the man in the hoodie.

"The room is the third on the left on the second floor,"

The hotel owner yawned and said, "If you need to meet your physical needs, there is a phone book of the contact girl in the front cabinet. I would like to advise you to take protective measures."

The man in the hoodie took the keys that were stained with an unknown white liquid, walked silently to the second floor, walked up the steps in two or three steps, and found the room according to the door number. .

The bedding smelled stale, the carpet with holes in it was smoked, the window panes were yellowed, and the fan was working from time to time. It was really full of a decayed and dilapidated atmosphere, which was no different from the appearance of this urban motel.

The man in the hoodie came to the mirror in the bathroom and took off his hood, revealing his face and neck covered in letter tattoos.

Kaka!

He took out a pistol from his back waist. After the man loaded the bullet, he held the gun and sat in front of the somewhat yellowed quilt in the hotel and waited silently.

Time passed little by little, and the old clock on the wall of the hotel had passed for about half an hour, when there was a rhythmic knock on the door.

The man stood up quickly, holding the pistol in both hands, and aimed sideways at the not-so-thick wooden door of the hotel.

Years of experience in community life told him that in the face of such a situation, he must not stand at the door, otherwise he would be easily beaten into a sieve by a burst of shooting outside.

"Lino, it's me, Damian!"

Just as the man raised his gun to aim, a deliberately low voice sounded from outside the door.

The man breathed a sigh of relief, held the gun in his right hand, moved to the door, carefully opened the latch with his left hand, and opened a gap in the door.

After confirming that the door was the person he was familiar with, he opened the door completely, but the next moment, he directly raised his gun and pointed it at the person named Damian.

"Who is he, didn't you say yes, this time you will come by yourself, you betrayed me!"

Lino pointed a gun at Damian and the long-haired man behind him,

"Calm down, Lino, he is our ally. He paid the half million dollars I promised you! He is the employer!" Damian spread his hands and explained to Lino.

Lino frowned: "He's the employer? Didn't you say that the money was paid by your Detroit Police Department?"

Damian smiled wryly: "Hey, Lino, you should know the situation in the police station, those gentlemen won't think about dealing with the red brick community!"

Lino knew that what Damian said was right, if the Detroit Police Department really did something, there would be no red brick special zone.

He looked at the man behind Damian, with long black hair, wearing a long-sleeved casual denim jacket, and wearing a baseball cap with the brim pressed very low, obviously not wanting to be recognized by others.

"Come in!" Lino tilted his head, motioning for the two to follow him into the house.

An old hotel room with only one chair, Lino stuck the pistol in the back of his butt, motioned Damian to sit on the bed with him, and gave the chair to the employer.

"I heard from Damian that the drug lord in the Red Brick Special Zone has recently switched careers and started the counterfeit banknote business. Do you have a clue?"

After the man in the baseball cap sat down, he first raised his arm, manipulated a watch a few times, and then looked up at Lino.

Lino stared at the man's metallic prosthetic palm and quietly noted this feature.

"Does the 50 you promised me count?" Lino didn't answer the man's question, but asked rhetorically.

The man looked at Lino, and Lino could clearly feel the examining gaze from under the brim of the hood.

Lino's heart trembled with his piercing eyes, he forced himself to swallow.

Just when he felt that he was going to be unable to hold on, the man took out a check from the pocket of his jacket, held it between his fingertips and gestured to Lino:
"As long as you can satisfy me, the 50 is yours!"

Lino's eyes kept turning with the check, and he said quickly:
"Tremaine has indeed recently been involved in the counterfeit banknote business. About a year ago, in the Red Brick District, people would bring banknotes to trade every once in a while.

At first, I thought that Tremaine was still selling money, but later, I heard a message from one of his bosses. He opened a counterfeit banknote factory in the community, specializing in the manufacture of counterfeit banknotes, all of which are large-denomination banknotes, and the quality is so high that it can fool the c-type banknote printing machine! "

As he spoke, Lino took out a brand new bill from his pocket, and handed the one hundred dollar bill with Franklin's face on it to the man's hand.

The man took the banknote with his hand, twisted it twice, and found that he could not tell the authenticity of the banknote just from the feel of the hand.

He silently stuffed the banknote into his pocket, raised his head and continued to ask Lino:

"You mean, there is a counterfeit banknote factory in the community, do you know the exact location?"

"It's in the building where Tremaine lives, but the security is very tight. There are at least seven No. 80 gunmen. If you want to attack the counterfeit banknote factory, give up as soon as possible. Most of the entire red brick community is his people. Even if the Detroit Police Department dispatches all personnel, they can't do anything about them!"

Lino saw the man's plan and shook his head to persuade him.

The man directly took out a black pen to sign the amount on the check, and handed it to Lino: "This is a $40 bill. I need a map of the community, including the address of the counterfeit factory and the distribution of security inside. If you can get it, I will pay you another $[-] later!"

"I think you guys are really crazy. Let me say it first. I am only responsible for providing the map. I don't care about other things. I have one more condition. I will give you the map and you will give me a certificate from the police station. I will leave the Red Brick District before you act. I don't want to be treated as a traitor by Tremaine's people!"

Lino took the check, checked it carefully, and talked about his conditions.

The man quickly agreed to his terms, and the two agreed that three days later, they would still be in this hotel, paying the money and delivering the goods.

"Stark, the US version of the counterfeit banknote factory is confirmed to be in the Red Brick District of Detroit, and the Euro version of the counterfeit banknote factory is located in the 13th arrondissement of Paris, France. Both locations have been basically locked. What should we do next? Notify S.H.I.E.L.D."

The black Ford sedan was driving in the dark night, and Bucky turned on the in-vehicle communication system.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is full of Tang's people. This incident should not alarm S.H.I.E.L.D. If these counterfeit banknotes are really related to him, after he gets the news, he will definitely destroy the evidence one step ahead!"

"Leave it to me in France. You can solve the counterfeit banknote factory in Detroit. I will find a group of reliable people for you. Remember, the most important thing is to get evidence of Tang and Song's involvement in the counterfeit banknote business!"

"There are some gangster gunmen here in Detroit, and I can handle it myself here!"

Listening to Bucky's words, there was no speech on the other end of the communication channel, but Bucky could hear the sound of slight breathing over there.

"Tony, I'm sorry about Howard, I don't know about you—"

Bucky just opened his mouth to speak, when a rough voice on the other end of the phone interrupted him unceremoniously: "Leave the Detroit matter to yourself—"

Listening to the blind voice on the other end of the phone, Bucky sighed. He raised his metal arm. During the time he became the Winter Soldier, his body was stained with blood.

The only motivation to support his life now is to avenge Steve.

After finding out who killed Steve, he will atone for his mistakes.

On the road outside the car, at some point, there was a morning fog. Bucky turned on the fog lights of the car, and suddenly found a dozen shadowy figures standing in the fog on the road ahead.

Bucky vigilantly took out an M4a1 carbine from the co-pilot's seat, aimed at the figure in the thick fog through the front windshield.

"Wow! Boom!"

Accompanied by a strange cry, Bucky suddenly felt the roof of the car sink, as if something fell on the roof of his car.

Bucky held the steering wheel with one hand, pointed the gun at the roof of the car and fired.
"Da da da da-"

In an instant, half of the bullets in the carbine were emptied, and blood continued to seep from the holes on the roof of the car, just when Bucky thought he had solved the thing that fell on the roof.

A blood-red figure resembling a skinned monster suddenly leaned upside down from the front windshield, opened its big mouth full of sharp teeth, and roared at Bucky. The scarlet, bloodshot eyes stared at Bucky through the front windshield.

Ordinary people, if they saw this scene, would definitely be at a loss for what to do, not to mention being scared out of their wits.

However, Bucky, as a former Hydra's top killer and a reformed warrior, he has never seen what kind of scene.

Facing the skinned monster, he raised his gun and shot, aiming the gun firmly at the monster's head.

Da-da-da-da-

Another half-shot shot out, the front windshield shattered into countless pieces, and the body of the monster whose head was shot by him twitched,

As Bucky slammed the steering wheel, the car drifted on the spot, and the body of the skinned monster was thrown more than ten meters away, and landed in the mud beside the road.

Looking back at those "figures" that became clearer and clearer in the dense fog!
Bucky stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom, put on full power and fled back and forth,

But soon, another group of figures appeared on the road ahead, looking at the group of werewolves with fang necklaces and various weapons in their hands.

Kaka!Bucky let go of the steering wheel directly, and reloaded the magazine of the rifle.

Putting the rifle on the front window without the windshield, Bucky faced the dozen or so werewolves, stepped on the gas pedal, and rammed into them while strafing.

Facing the bullets fired by Bucky, these werewolves did not move. One werewolf knelt down on one knee, took out an army-green bazooka from behind, aimed at Bucky's car and directly pulled the trigger.

With flames, the rocket hit Bucky's car directly.

boom!
The flames of the explosion soared into the sky, and Bucky, who jumped out of the car in an emergency, ran down the road under the cover of thick fog.

"Fizz!"

A dozen werewolf warriors followed closely behind with huge axes, relying on the werewolf's keen sense of smell, they quickly blocked Bucky.

"Are you from the Tang Corporation?"

Surrounded by Bucky, he clenched his metal prosthetic fist and assumed a combat posture. At the same time, he quietly turned on the recording function of his watch.

A dozen werewolf warriors just looked at him in silence. In the dense fog, a dozen pairs of animal pupils seemed to be shining green.

Bucky twitched his waist behind his back, and a metal disc the size of a palm appeared in his hand, and threw it towards these orcs.

The disk flashed red light in the air, and with a few beeps of alarms, a group of explosive fireballs four to five meters suddenly exploded.

After throwing the explosive Frisbee, Bucky turned around and ran away without even looking at the result of the explosion. At the same time, he took out a spray in his arms and sprayed it on his body continuously, trying to cover up the smell on his body.

call!
In the dense fog, a huge ax suddenly flew out and struck towards the back of Bucky's head. If Bucky hadn't felt the wind in the back of his head and swung forward fiercely, this ax would have cut off half of his skull directly.

In the thick fog, a furry werewolf with a height of at least [-] meters came out.

Catching the swirling tomahawk, the werewolf opened its big mouth, revealing four big fangs, and stared at Bucky.

Behind him, there are more than a dozen tall werewolves standing, looking at the fang necklaces hanging around their necks,
If there are people from the dark world here, you can definitely tell them by the number of fangs they wear. They are the most elite warriors of the orc race!
Although Bucky is not from the dark world, he is a battle-tested killer, and he can feel that any one of the group of people in front of him can kill him.

Although Bucky was trembling all over, he was not a person who would admit defeat lightly. He clenched his metal fists and threw himself directly at the leading orc.

The leading orc's muscles were like steel. Facing Bucky who was rushing towards him, a trace of sarcasm flashed in his eyes, and the big ax in his hand turned directly towards Bucky.

Vatican

The original terrorist attack was investigated by the World Security Council, and an official and reasonable explanation was given. There was no terrorist attack, but a meteorite accidentally hit the central cathedral of the Vatican.

The pope and four cardinals were martyred in the meteorite disaster.

As soon as the matter was announced, believers in the entire West fell into a silent mourning.

For the funeral of the former Pope, tens of thousands of devout believers came to the Holy Land to pray.

Even Tang Song, the president of the Tang Group, who hadn't shown up for a long time, also came to the Vatican despite his busy schedule.

Hastily crowned the new Pope Hyde and set up a grand guard of honor to welcome the Tang and Song entourage,

Two thousand Holy See knights lined up on the ground, all holding their swords in front of their chests,
When Tang Song walked down the gangway of the private jet, two thousand knights of the Holy See knelt down on one knee at the same time.

Wearing a pure white robe and wearing a triple crown, Pope Hyde walked slowly towards Tang and Song Dynasties. After a long distance, Pope Hyde stretched out his arms:
"Welcome, dear friend."

Boss Tang smiled and opened his hands, laughing and walking towards Hyde.

Under the eyes of everyone, Tang Song and Pope Hyde hugged each other vigorously.

Pope Hyde began to introduce the senior officials of the Holy See who followed him to welcome Boss Tang,
They are all newly promoted bishops in white. There is no way, the real core of the Holy See has long been buried in the soil along with the unknown meteorite.
At such a time, Boss Tang's acquaintances from the Inquisition couldn't show up openly. After all, organizations like the Inquisition were not very popular in the Middle Ages.

Tang Song sighed, and hugged Bishop Hyde forcefully:

"Sorry!"

After embracing, he and Bishop Hyde faced the believers together, but their expressions were solemn and solemn.

Beside the two of them, there is a long-haired Yu Jie in a long skirt. On her forehead, there is a circle of dotted gold-like plum blossom marks. She looks very beautiful, but this good-looking woman keeps her face cold the whole time.

However, when the photographer of the Vatican showed her through the camera, the interested people who watched the live broadcast took notes of her appearance and classified her in the archives as a category that should not be provoked.

In order to prevent the people below from conflicting with Tang and Song Dynasty because of a woman.

During this period of time, there was a bloodbath in a secret place unknown to ordinary people.

I don't know how many rich and wealthy businessmen have their homes ransacked, and their assets have been annexed by the Tang Corporation and other forces.

These tycoons who broke their homes are all members of the Freemasonry.

Boss Tang was very busy, so he showed up at the funeral and left.

Bishop Hyde sent Tang and Song off on a private plane with a smile all over his face.

Afterwards, the new pope was crowned, announced the first decree, and called all the world's famous religious scholars, Catholics, and Christianity experts to further revise the Bible.

The reason is that many precious ancient books were burned together with the meteorite.

"Boss, people have solved it, the person who traced our counterfeit banknote base is Bucky!"

On the highway outside Detroit, a group of cleaners in one-piece raincoats were cleaning the corpses on the ground with cleaning tools.

Not far away, Kane was leaning in front of a Hummer, watching his cleaners clean while talking on the phone with Tang Song.

"The counterfeit banknote business doesn't mean much to us now, so find someone to get rid of the scapegoat and give Frank a better performance!" On the private plane, Tang Song was holding a satellite phone in his hand, and his left hand was rubbing Hela's nipples beside him. Hela's face was as cold as ice, and the brand of broken golden plum blossoms on her forehead kept emitting a golden light.

"How is Li Wen in Paris recently? I haven't seen him for a few years!"

"He is not honest! Boss, the money we gave him is enough for him to live in France for a lifetime. Although he opened a gallery in Paris, our people found out that he has been secretly printing counterfeit banknotes without telling us! In Paris, he partnered with local gangsters to open a counterfeit banknote factory!"

"A painter, maybe he is born to like to play with some imitation paintings, so let him be fulfilled!"

"Yes! Boss!"

Kane listened to the other end hang up the phone, and kept watching his cleaners bag and pack the body parts on the ground. After the scene was cleaned up, the garbage truck left.

He just opened the door of the cockpit. In the co-pilot position, a young man breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Kane nodding to him.

The thick fog covering this section of the road seemed to be thinning because of the rising sun.

After the city of Detroit resumed its hustle and bustle, everything on this busy road became the same as usual.

"It should be the Lord's pasture just now, what are you and Odin planning, the heaven dimension is not easy to mess with!?"

On the private plane, Tang Song hung up the phone, Hela, whose stockings were pilled by his touch, slapped his hand away and asked.