People Are in Marvel, and the System is Working As a Worker

Kim hadn't seen Bullseye for over a month, and knowing that he was alive was enough.

"What do you want from him?" Jin didn't know about Bullseye killing Mike and Pepper.

"He shot me twice." Mike pointed to the chest, "One shot here, it hurts."

Bullseye kills, and he works for Kim for one reason—boring, to pass the time.Jin also knew that Bullseye often received some murder commissions on the dark web. It seemed that the target this time was Mike, and the commission failed.

Jin didn't know Bullseye's talent in shooting and throwing. He was curious, how did Bullseye miss?

"I didn't know the identity of Bullseye at the time. It may be fate, his new target happened to be my employer."

"It's a pity that he slipped away again this time. How the hell do you want to be a rabbit who can't slip? The thief can run and hide and can't find him. I think, since you are his boss, it should be more difficult to find your own employees." Simple. So... I need a meeting, like now."

Jin Bin sullenly said, "That's why you killed Amick?"

Mike spread his hands: "Let me explain again, Amick will die. Apart from his own damnation, the main reason is bad luck. I didn't want to kill him."

Also, it was Minty who killed Amick.

"Actually, I can be patient, wait for a public meeting, follow you quietly, and then appear at your bedside in the middle of the night, but in this way, I can only turn the table directly, isn't it—this is not the way you like business, and Not what I wanted."

In the previous commission, Mike appeared in the rich businessman's room in the middle of the night, put a knife on his neck, and reasoned with him.But Jin Bin is different from ordinary rich businessmen, the knife holder is useless on the neck, and the end result may be life and death.

The problem is, Mike just wants to know where Bullseye is hiding.

"Hahaha..." Jin laughed loudly, and suddenly lifted the table with one hand.

The toughened glass table weighing nearly [-] jin was like a plush toy in Jin Bin's hands, and it flew ten meters away.

"Let me betray my subordinates, why do you think this is an acceptable method for me!" Jin Bin was furious, his bulging muscles directly burst his clothes, exposing his knotted muscles.

"Okay, let's start bargaining—how about telling me where Bullseye is when I win?" From the very beginning, Mike knew that words were too weak to convince the Emperor, and he could only use fists.

"Was lost?"

"If you lose...kill or whatever, it's up to you."

"Deal!" Jin Bin said with a grim expression, "I hope you are different from those famous fighters. They can't even survive 20 seconds. I'm so disappointed."

boom!

Mike preemptively punched Jin Bin in the stomach, and the latter remained motionless.

"How about this punch?"

"So-so."

Jin Bin's muscles were trained like steel, and ordinary bullets would be caught by the muscle fibers when they penetrated two centimeters into the flesh. If you want to seriously injure Jin Bin with a hot weapon, you must use a rifle at least.

For this punch, Mike used about five layers of strength, but the strength failed to hurt Jin Bing's internal organs through the muscles.Don't underestimate Mike Wucheng's strength, his current physique is at least equivalent to [-] of the US team.

Kim took a punch on purpose and began to fight back.His movements may seem clumsy, but the moment of his shots is as fast as lightning, especially the jab, which brings out the wind like a wind blade.No wonder the fighters that Jin Bing recruited couldn't hold out for 20 seconds. After being hit by such a jab, his brains would definitely burst.

Fortunately, Mike has accumulated Momochi Zabuza and Zoro's combat experience. The environment they live in is more cruel, and the opponents they face are more powerful.

"Do you just want to hide like a monkey?!" While Jin Bing thrust his fists out, he still had room to speak, and his breath was steady.

Want to piss off Mike?

hehe~

Mike seemed to be swaying left and right in the shadow of the fist, but in fact it was much easier than Jin Bin wanted.Without using the possession card, he didn't want to go head-to-head with Jin.But Jin is unexpectedly stable, with almost no flaws all over his body, and the occasional flaws are also intentional, seducing Mike to fight with him, and then using his strong body to win - this is also one of the styles of Omi fighting: Abandoned what they thought were fancy skills, and focused on the ability to resist blows.

"If you want a quick solution, it seems that you still have to use the possession card. Alas~ I lost money again, and I have to make a fortune from Amick. It seems that this kind of robbing the rich and helping the poor will be a regular way of generating income in the future. .” Mike thought to himself, turning his head to avoid Jin Bin’s jab.

"Distracted, how dare you distracted!" Jin Bin felt that he had been greatly insulted and roared loudly.The anger made Jinpin's skin turn red, and there seemed to be steam coming out of the surface of his body, making him look like a ghost.

"Sorry, sorry." Mike also knew that being distracted in battle is a very bad habit, "I just feel sorry for my beautiful knife."

"Whoo~"

Mike took a step back, "I'm going to hang up, you still have a chance to punch..."

Chapter 56: The Continental Hotel

Is Jinna Saitama-sensei?

No.

Then he really only has one punch left.

"Use a card."

Mike used Roronoa Zoro.Momochi's body skills are also very good, but for Gang, Zoro is better.

With uncontrollable anger, Jin Bing received his fist under his ribs, turned his body, and the power was transmitted from the soles of his feet to his shoulders and then to his fists.

Punch!

The movements are mediocre, as standard as a novice who has just learned boxing.

The punch was silent, the speed of the punch seemed to be unhurried, and the momentum was completely incomparable with the previous jab with the sound of strong wind.

The punch went straight to Mike's face.

Mike looked equally unhurried, reaching out his right palm and holding Jin Bin's fist.

No, that description is wrong.

Mike had delicate fingers and a small palm, obviously unable to cover Jin Bing's casserole-sized fist. The use of "grip" is inappropriate, more like Mike spread his palms and slapped Jin Bin's fist head-on.

fist bump.

Suddenly a strong wind blew up.

The wind lifted the hair on Mike's forehead, and his eyes were piercing.

One hard force!

The muscles in Mike's left hand bulged.

Punch...

No knife flow. Uppercut!

Gently stretching the palm of his right hand, Jin Bing's center of gravity was slightly out of balance, and there was a flaw... an uppercut with his left hand hit Jin Bing's abdomen.

Same spot as Mike hit earlier.

only……

If you say that you punched before, it was like a baseball bat swung high and smashed down.The punch was like a heavy truck hitting a wall.

Don't ask how about heavy trucks, just look at the wall.

Gold is a wall, and a thick wall at that.But it is not ordinary heavy trucks that hit the wall. Learn about special steel heavy trucks.

boom!

The moment the fist hit Jin Bin's abdomen, there was a dull and loud noise.The body weighing more than [-] kilograms floated two meters in the air, stagnated in the air, and hit the ground heavily.

At this time, Mike's raised hair fell down.

Wow!

Jin Bing spat out a big mouthful of black blood, and his liver ruptured (look clearly, not the anus!).He was seriously injured, and he couldn't die.

"I won." Mike lit a cigarette, condescendingly, blowing smoke rings.

"I won't...I can't..." Jin Bing struggled to get up.

Mike just watched.

After a few seconds, Jin, who barely supported his arm, fell down again.

"I won."

"Where's Bullseye?"

Mike waited quietly for Jin and answered.

Does Kim value bullseye?

Maybe.

After all, it is very easy to use, and it does things for money, and it does a good job.A useful tool, there is no reason not to value it.

The question is, how much does it matter?

After all, tools are just tools, use them if they work well, and throw them away if they don’t work well. No one wants to lose their lives for mere tools.

It can be said that from the very beginning of this battle, Jin did not fight for bullseye, but for the majesty of the so-called black.

At this moment, if Bullseye is close in front of him, if he can get up, Jin will definitely tear Bullseye.

Jin Bing remained silent, his face uncertain.

"You only need the position of the bullseye? Is it that simple?"

"Correct."

Mike lit another cigarette and put it in Jin Bin's hand, "Your Black Dao Empire is worthless in my eyes. This world is far wider than you and I understand. As long as you don't mess with me, you can go your own way." Yangguan Road, I will take my single-plank bridge."

Go ahead and fall in love with your Daredevil.

"Your greatest strength is not your tendons, I know that very well. What you are best at is to mobilize all people - underworld, white, politicians, police, media, passers-by, to destroy your life, work, threaten your Family members, friends, neighbors, colleagues, bombed your home, your car, incited the whole world to be against you, there is no place to stand..."

"I have to admit, it is very effective, especially superheroes who are bound under the shackles of morality. I have family and friends... This is my weakness, and I cannot always protect them. Once they have an accident, I will I will feel guilty, painful, and blame myself, but I will not be decadent. I will find out the enemies and relevant personnel one by one at all costs, and then kill them all. It’s like a bull’s eye near my residence, shooting at me twice gun, so even if I don’t hesitate to offend the Black Dao Emperor, I will find him.”

"Wilson Fisk... Your force, power, and conspiracy are useless to me, but maybe I can't make you submit, but I can easily destroy your body. So, keep your promise, and stay away from me and my people a little."

Walking out of the warehouse, the driver was surprised to see Mike walking out of the warehouse in full beard and neat clothes.

Jin Bing picked up the cigarette that Mike was lighting, took a deep breath, sucked the half-burned cigarette until only the butt remained, exhaled thick white smoke, and finally sat up.

After more than half an hour, after sending Mike back to Hell's Kitchen, the driver returned to the warehouse. When he saw Jin Bin with wrinkled clothes and blood at the corner of his mouth, he thought of a certain possibility.

The driver quickly lowered his head. As Jin Bin's driver, besides being loyal, he must know when not to wear ears and eyes.

"Let's go."

There was nothing unusual in Jin Bin's tone.

After getting into the car, Jin Bin said coldly, "Where's Big Joe?"

Big Old Joe was Amick's second in command, and Mike let that one go.

"at the hotel."