Infinite Possession of Beauty

It seems that I took it for granted.

Frank's legend is less than Li Ran expected.

This made Li Ran realize that even if it is the same superhero, different heroes can bring different legends.There may be differences in the influence of the hero's social status, but Li Ran thinks that it is more related to the character of the superhero.

After all, Contrast and Tony, who has not yet encountered setbacks, has transformed into a real Iron Man.

Frank, the "punisher" who was born as a retired captain in the U.S. military and has experienced drastic changes, no matter his character or experience makes him no longer easily shaken.

The term "heart as gray as dead" may not be accurate, but it can also be used to describe Frank's inner world at this time.

A person who is full of revenge thoughts in his heart, and even forgot about life and death, is not easy to have too much psychological fluctuations, and naturally it is not possible to bring too much fame to Li Ran.

Simply, the failure of a plan did not dampen too much confidence in Li Ran.

What's more, compared with the early days of the past system, I had only one or two legendary tragic results when I got up and started greedy and fiercely operating. Even if the benefits of this meeting with Frank were not as good as expected, at least it was better than the past.

Ordinary heart, don't be too arrogant, big dogs like Tony Stark are only a few after all.

After comforting himself a little, Li Ran immediately turned his attention to the next target.

In the hand, the third page of the future famous "Little Worm Black" Horn Daily is reporting a novelty about Manhattan's Harlem. It is reported that several gang members claim to have seen the end of the black version. The opponent is invulnerable and he is not wearing clothes.

...

Manhattan, Harlem.

The famous slum in New York is also the largest black gathering area in the United States. In recent years, the influx of Latino immigrants from Mexico has exacerbated the internal conflicts in Harlem. At the same time, racial conflicts, gang fighting, drugs, crime and Poverty issues continue to plague this area.

"Hey, the yellow dwarf in front, this is not where you can come!"

Near the Harlem River, several wandering blacks noticed a figure wearing a red undershirt passing by at the opposite intersection, and immediately sneered.

The figure stopped, looked at the idle black people who were gathering together in twos and threes not far away, and asked, "Are you talking to me?"

"It's not you, are there other yellow-skinned dwarfs here?" Faced with the questioning, a thin black man grinned and exposed his huge teeth, provocatively made a discriminatory gesture, and laughed back. Tao.

"Haha~"

In this regard, the black companions around him all cooperated and laughed.

"Just make no mistake." Seeing this, the figure shrugged, and then shook his head and walked towards them.

"Why, do you want to have in-depth exchanges and exchanges with us?" Looking at the figures that are constantly approaching in front of them, instead of showing any worried expressions, several black people have become more and more frantic.

"Hey, little dwarf, if you don't want to get hurt, just get off." Among the black people, a bald head with a naked upper body and a black light muscle stood up and blocked the figure's path: "Or else, next, But it can't be over in a few words."

"Please, Martin, don't disappoint, things have just started to become interesting, we haven't had enough fun yet~"

"Yes, Martin, can't you just stop doing this?"

Seeing this scene, the few people standing behind the black bald Martin suddenly sighed with disappointment.

"Don't waste time, let's go to the rattlesnake after a while..."

Turning his head and confessed to the accomplice behind him, it was not his kindness to stop him, he simply didn't want to waste time.

"So, kid, lucky you..."

Looking back, Martin looked at the figure that was only in his chest. Before he could say anything, he opened his mouth and felt a huge force on his chest, and the whole person flew directly.

"Martin!"

"F***K!"

Martin, the person involved, may not have reacted to the whole situation, but standing behind him, several black associates could see the whole development process clearly.

They clearly saw that, standing opposite Martin, the yellow-skinned dwarf who was laughed at by several people just lifted his feet slightly. Martin, who weighed more than two hundred pounds, flew up like a fluttering balloon.

boom--

With a heavy landing sound, the remaining blacks seemed to recover. They turned to look at Martin who was vomiting blood on the ground, and quickly took out a knife and a pistol from their pockets and aimed them at the man in the red undershirt.

Facing the immediate threat, the man's face did not change color at all.

Boom!

what--

Immediately after a short burst of shooting accompanied by fists and feet, several blacks who were originally arrogant seemed to fall to the ground.

Only the thin black man who had spoken provocatively stood in place, looking at all his wailing companions beside him, swallowing his saliva and threatening: "Don't come here...we are the subordinates of rattlesnakes. Go and inquire. No one in Harlem would dare not give face to the rattlesnake..."

"Did you bring money with you?" The man in the red shirt suddenly asked, interrupting the threat.

"Yes, yes!"

Although it is not clear why the other party suddenly asked this question, he nodded quickly and took out the money from his pocket.

"Only twenty-two and five yuan."

Handing the only cash left in his body into the hands of the man in the red shirt, and watching the other man put it in his pocket grandiosely, the black man couldn't help but blurt out, "Are you a robbery?" In the past, it was always them. Relying on the name of the rattlesnake to rob others rampantly, this is the first time someone dared to rob them and beat them so badly.

"Forget it," he nodded and admitted without hesitation. The man in the red singlet glanced at the few people lying around, and then at the thin black man in front of him: "Remember, don't insult anyone again in the future."

After educating a few people casually, the man in the red singlet turned and left in his previous direction.

As the man left, Martin, who was originally lying on the ground, struggled to stand up.

"Martin, are you okay?" Noting the movement behind him, the thin black man quickly turned around, struggling to help Martin on the ground.

"Call and tell Rattlesnake that we were attacked."

Reluctantly standing up from the ground, Martin felt the pain in his chest, looked at the direction of the man's departure, gritted his teeth and said to his accomplice who was supporting him.