Injustice Starts with Marvel

The old man lay helplessly on the ground, the alcohol and the old injury in his body that hurt all the time made him lose the strength to stand up for a while.

Behind him, the tenacity of the soles and the hardness and coldness of the wrench kept hitting him.

But the pain of being hit by those hits is nothing compared to the old wounds left in his body!

He lay there on his stomach, trying to prop himself up with his hands.

But with only two movements, he was smashed to the ground again.

Obviously the sharp claws sticking out between his fingers are still sharp, but why, he can no longer be the same as before, so these sharp claws can kill those damned people?

The gradually dizzy old man couldn't figure it out, but at this moment, he suddenly realized.

The sharp claw on the edge of his left hand couldn't be fully extended!

He seems to have found the reason why the sharp claws are no longer sharp. It turns out that he is old, and his minions are also old with him.

Boom! ! !

With a violent side kick, the old man was kicked and turned over. He changed from lying on his stomach to lying down.

The guy who hit his back just now hit his chest and face.

The blood gradually blurred the old man's eyes, but no matter what, he firmly opened those eyes.

Although he was old, his instinct of fighting for countless years told him.

In battle, if you close your eyes, you're doomed!

With such wide eyes, the old man suddenly saw something he didn't want to see.

While the wrench was beating him, these goddamn bastards actually pulled out guns on him!

The moment he saw the gun, the old man panicked!

Would he be afraid of being shot at?

Yes, he is really afraid now, it will tear his clothes and shirts.

Without clothes, he has to spend extra money, since he has no money!

And most importantly, it doesn't matter if he gets smashed, once those goddamn bullets hit his car... .

"Damn!!!"

At this moment, the old man exploded with all his strength, and his right hand finally broke free from the trampling and fixing of the gangsters.

Accompanied by the sound of sharp blades cutting through flesh and blood and the screams of the gangster, the old man's sharp claws directly amputated the three legs closest to him!

To make room, the old man waved his hands desperately, the old but ingenious fighting movements accompanied by the rusted but still sharp claws, directly killed the sky for him!

Seeing such an old man, the gangster finally panicked.

"Fuck, shoot, shoot, give me the gun!!!"

While shouting and cursing, the gangster snatched the shotgun from the younger brother and aimed directly at the old man with sharp claws.

Seeing the gangster's aim, the old man instinctively calculated the distance between him and the gangster.

No, at that distance, the shotgun bullets would reach his car!

So he actually took two steps forward facing the aim, and the moment the gangster shot, he caught all the shotguns with his chest!

boom! ! !

There was heavy gunshots, and the old man flew backwards directly from the bullets.

thump.

He falls to the ground.

Before he could yell, the old man with his eyes still open could clearly see that even though he fell, the younger brother behind the gangster was still holding a revolver and was ready to shoot!

"Damn it, that car was rented, the pen broke my car!!!"

The old man roared angrily and exerted all his strength.

Obviously he is so old, but he was born as if taking off, suddenly soaring into the air.

He stretched out his legs in the air and stomped hard on the nearby bastards.

With the help of this step, he moved out abruptly, directly blocking the bullet that should not have hit him.

The gangster's marksmanship was not professional, and the revolver bullets fired in a panic should have been away from his fallen body and hit his car door and glass.

But that was a result he absolutely could not accept!

Enduring the severe pain in his chest, the old man fell to the ground. The surge of adrenaline made him stronger and stronger, and his eyes finally showed the anger that he often had when he was young.

His movements became faster and faster, he took two steps.

In one step, he tore the belly of the bully in front of him and the shoulders of another bully.

In the second step, he simply rushed in front of the gangster, and tore the gangster's shotgun and his head in half with one claw.

With the wanton splashing of blood, the gangsters were finally afraid.

They started to run away.

The old man was not satisfied, he chased and killed all the way, desperately following behind the gangster.

He toppled one gangster after another and ended their lives completely.

But even so, after all, two gangsters escaped to their broken van.

The gangster who was the first to sit in the driver's seat simply started the car, and he directly left his friend where he was, under the paws of the old man!

The old man mercilessly tore up the last gangster's head, and at the same time, he snatched the wrench from the gangster's hand.

The gangster's car in the distance was backing up rapidly, and the old wolf knew he couldn't catch up.

He had to throw the wrench hard.

Crash!

The wrench smashed the bastard's car window hard, but that was all.

Even the old man's own heart seemed to be shattered together with the damn car window.

He slumped down on the ground, and just sitting down could no longer satisfy his needs at this time.

Just under the supposedly bright moonlight, just the dirt on the ground mixed with dust and blood.

The old man lay down, panting heavily and desperately.

He really wanted to drink something, it could be alcohol, or it could be bloody drugs.

At this moment, he really wanted to relax himself, even a little bit!

So exhausted, the old man turned over and changed to a side-lying position.

This will make him more comfortable with his back injury.

But lying down like this, the little thing in his right trouser pocket accidentally burped him.

The old man was dumbfounded.

He should have remembered what it was, but the killing just made him forget those memories.

So he adjusted his breathing, turned over and sat up, and reached for his pocket with his right hand.

But before his right hand got close to his right leg, his claws almost hurt himself.

Looking at the sharp right claw that cut through his tattered trousers...

"Ahhh!!!"

This situation really made him feel enough pain.

But no matter what, after howling, he still insisted on living.

The current him bears far more than himself!

So he lowered his head, held back the pain, and desperately controlled his claws to retract into his hands.

The claws left trails of pus and blood between his fingers, but thankfully, the claws pulled back.

Stretching out his bloody right hand, the old man fumbled into his right trouser pocket, wanting to see what hiccupped him.

But when he touched that thing out...

"Oh, it turned out to be a bullet!"

The old man's eyebrows and eyes were serious, and the bullet was thrown back by him in an instant.

After all, only he knew that it was his last Adamantium bullet!

That was also his... last... hope!

Kill your own hopes!

Somehow, maybe I saw enough humble hope.

The old man actually felt that he had a little more strength.

He braced himself against the ground and tried to get up.

The old leather boots that buried Tai Tai staggered on the ground, and the old man walked to his elongated Chevrolet, and took off the jack that the group of car thieves had fixed his rear wheels.

Throwing the jack aside casually, the old man picked up the wrench, bent down and approached the wheel hub of the car.

"Damn it, those nuts are chrome plated and they're fucking scratched by these bastards, Fuck!!!"

After swearing, the old man screwed the nuts to death, one by one, desperately and angrily.

Throwing away the wrench, the old man went to the side and picked up the wine bottle.

He held the bottle up high and squeezed two more tasteless drops of whiskey out of the damn bottle.

After the bottle flew out again, it finally shattered. The old man briefly forgot about the need for alcohol, and sat in his driving seat.

After starting the car, the old man drove the car to the nearest motel.

Seeing the old man covered in blood, the hotel receptionist frowned.

"You are too dirty, and you are at risk of being hunted down, add 20 yuan!"

"Give your mother a slap, add money?"

Hearing the receptionist's words, the old man slapped his hands heavily on the bar, blood sprayed out from between his fingers, and even stained the receptionist's chin.

"If you want more money, why don't you take out the gun in your back, put the damn muzzle in my mouth and shoot me!

If I survive, you fucking give me free, how about it, bitch! ! ! "

"Shit, keep your mouth clean, thirty yuan, only thirty, hell!"

The receptionist is not afraid at all, she has seen a lot of bastards like this, saying that thirty yuan is thirty yuan, not a penny less!

Facing the tough reception, the old man glared fiercely, but no matter how fierce he was, the reception refused to back down half a step.

Finally, the old wolf shook his head.

"Thirty is fine, but you have to rent a suit for me, right now, I want it in ten minutes!"

"Fuck it, I don't even think thirty is enough, you think..."

"Shut up, if you don't want to die!!!"

boom! ! !

The old wolf's right fist ruthlessly smashed a corner of the bar, the reception was taken aback by such force.

After a while, the receptionist couldn't help swallowing.

"It's okay to rent clothes, but you have to add five yuan, you..."

"make a deal!"

The old man nodded, and took out a few crumpled banknotes from his tattered wallet.

Holding the money, he hesitated for a while before finally handing it over.

When the banknote left his fingertips, he quickly picked up the room card and walked away without looking back.

He was afraid that if he stayed for a while longer, he would not be able to resist snatching the damn money back, and then he would use his pointed leather shoes to slam the receptionist's ass!

He's scared...

"Hey……."

With a long sigh, the old wolf opened the door and walked into his small broken room.

There is only a sofa, a bed, and a bathroom so narrow that it is almost impossible to turn around, and a washstand consisting of only a mirror and a sink.

The old man didn't care about the devastation in front of him, he took off his clothes and threw them on the dark and damp bed.

There is still mottled liquid on this bed, and that thing seems to be filled with something's youth.

The old wolf escaped those youths and came to the bathroom topless.

He held the sink with both hands, every muscle in his body exerted all his strength.

Ding!

The warheads were squeezed out one by one by his muscles.

If it was in the past, he would recover from such an injury in less than a few seconds.

But now.

It took him nearly three minutes to squeeze out just a few bullets.

When he felt that there was no foreign object in his body, he left the sink and sat down on the bed.

The rented ragged shirts and suits had been delivered to his room.

Regardless of the blood still on his body, the old man put on the rented shirt and then put on his coat.

As for the suit that was torn apart by bullets...

The old man thought for a while, and finally picked them up.

If you take it back, let the Taliban wash it, sew it up, and then fucking iron it.

Maybe I can save money on a set of clothes!

Just like that, he threw the tattered clothes into the trunk and returned to the driving seat himself.

Taking out his mobile phone, the old man glanced at the software wearily.

Sure enough, after a period of rest and delay, he had saved up a lot of taxi orders.

Looking at the latest order, the old man started the car and drove all the way to the border between New Mexico and the real Mexico.

As he drove slowly, the driver's ID, displayed on the car's screen, let us know his name.

On that certificate, the old man's messy hair and gray beard are very clear.

As for his name….

James Howlett!

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It was on such a night that Heisenberg came to such a universe.

There was no disturbance in his coming.

But after the arrival, looking at New York, America, which is obviously countless times more advanced than in the 1970s and 1980s...

Uh.

Heisenberg was a little confused.

His vision continued to expand, he heard countless voices, and in just a short moment, he figured everything out.

I came to the wrong place.

This isn't the mutant universe that Janata asked her for help at all, this is fucking 2029!

This is the fucking future world!

Before Heisenberg opened Twitter, he had a friendly interaction with Janata about the wrong address.

The voice from the mechanical guard left Heisenberg nowhere to hide.

"Find a special character, find a special character in the securities hall!

The character invaded the streets of New York State by appearing suddenly. After judging, the character has no identity and is suspected to be a hidden mutant!

Level 5 warning, level 5 warning, nearby residents evacuate as soon as possible, we will launch an armed raid.

Mutant criminals, report your name, provide your real identification, and squat on the street corner with your hands on your head.

If you have sufficient medical insurance, the US government will provide you with sufficient medical services to treat your mutant disease!

Put your head in your hands! ! ! "

Heisenberg frowned unhappily when he heard the mechanical guard's constant noise.

Damn it, I was defined as a fucking criminal by this universe in less than a minute and a half after I just appeared?

In other words, what kind of mutant universe is this here? Instead of finding those familiar mutants, I heard about diseases like mutants from the mechanical guards.

So in the minds of those humans in this universe, are mutants sick?

Thinking of this, Heisenberg shook his head in disgust, then waved his hand lightly.

In a blink of an eye, the mechanical guards floating beside him were shattered into countless pieces by him.

Then, Heisenberg floated up in boredom, all the way to the top of the tallest building in the city.

It's a pity that this building is not Stark Tower. This world obviously does not have Tony Stark.

Standing on the top of the building, facing the gradually converging lights and mechanical guards all over the sky.

Heisenberg frowned.

"Ahem, damn it, the smell here is really bad.

Anyway, I'm Heisenberg, obviously, not a very ordinary guy.

Therefore, please accept that I am not ordinary! "

After the words fell, Heisenberg waved his hand again, and more than 30 helicopters and hundreds of mechanical guards were directly smashed into pieces.

This time, the area around Heisenberg was finally quiet!

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