Stand User in Marvel Universe

Dior, who did not want to waste time on them, thought about it and simply restored the building to its original position.

Then we saw four people in the street, under all kinds of leverage, Tiger's gaze at Dior, his eyes flashed from time to time!

“Who are you? ”

Dior was too lazy to answer such an idiot question. Seeing that they didn't run, it seemed that he was going to do it again, and he took out [Death's Eye] and summoned [the world] directly.

See [World] arms pushed together for a unique posture.

Beat Varudo!

For a moment, time stopped!

“It's bad luck to meet me. ”

Psst!

The Red Sickle Dance blooms suddenly!

When Dior stood up and lifted the pause, the four were like collapsed building blocks, turning into a ground of crushed meat.

The dark souls of the Four Regiments and Lady Gao are also sucked directly into the ‘heavens’ of the [world].

Dior is very satisfied with the number of [Sinister Souls] on the property panel at this time. After a busy night and just harvested, that number has risen to over 8,000!

The "five fingers" of the CPJP, together with the more than 2,000 "coalition forces" and the corners of the edges, provide a good share.

But I don't know what I remember, and Dior immediately gave me a slight expression of frustration.

“Oops, forgot to leave it alive and ask about black magic. ”

“I hope there's a little surprise in here. Otherwise there's just...”

Dior gathered all the bodies together, crushed them directly into blue ice crystals, and then disarmed the mirror dimension and walked into the company building.

Then he went all the way to the secret chamber where the resurrection ceremony was held, based on the tracker inside Mrs. Gogh's body.

Looked around and didn't find anything.

So Dior summoned [Blue Blue Blue] directly and began to "reverse" quickly.

A few minutes later, Dior retracted the Blue Blue Tone, came under the skeleton of an unknown animal hanging on a secret interior wall, then cut out a few knives without hesitation, and then punched the past!

That's how he found the Chamber of Secrets.

Looking at all the literature in it, and all the documents about Kunlun, Dragonbone, Black Sky, Beast, Resurrection Agent, etc., Dior Heart Trail people are really confident.

In particular, one of the surveys has identified the location of the dragonbones buried beneath New York City and has developed a well-developed plan for its seizure.

Too many things, the more I look at it, the more I get scared!

There are countless children who die simply because they are chosen as black empty carriers.

These scumbags, all of them!

When everything was finished, Dior finally found what he wanted, a few lines of spells imprinted on human leather paper.

He barely slipped into his pocket despite his disgusting face.

As for the rest of it, he wanted to burn it down, but when he thought of it as evidence of his hands and what he would leave behind, and that he didn't have that much time to get rid of the organization's cripples all over the world, he decided to hand these troubles over to other people, such as Kunlun, the dead-end rival of the Hands and Society?

Two days later, in a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown, New York.

A man with curly blonde hair and a mustache is cheering on the fried rice in front of him.

At this point, a white man in a suit leather with sunglasses sat opposite him.

“Mr. Danny Rand? ”

He held the spoon's hand and then, if nothing happened, accelerated the meal, his mouth still vaguely asked: "Who are you? I don't think we know each other. ”

“Of course, we do not know that a man who has been declared dead for 15 years has returned to the Rand Group to retrieve what belongs to him, and that sounds fantastic, not even in a fabricated novel.” Someone smiled and revealed each other's history.

And just moments later, Danny Rand had finished a plate of fried rice, then dropped the spoon, drank a large glass of water satisfactorily, and wiped his greasy mouth, which put his gaze on the person.

“Who sent you? Who the hell are you? Killer, lobbyist? ”

As he spoke, Danny Rand gathered energy under his desk, dark and ready to burst into injury at any moment.

“Actually, no, I was just entrusted with giving you something. There's a lot of stuff in there that you're interested in, and it helps you stop being embarrassed. ”

Someone said, handing over a note with an address and a key on the table.

Danny Rand unexpectedly frowned, some wondering who he was, "How can I believe this isn't a trap? ”

Just to see someone smile, pointing to the note getting up and saying, “There should be the answer you want behind the address, and whether you want to believe it or not depends on you. Well, my mission has been accomplished, for goodbye. ”

The black man just slipped away, giving Danny Rand the feeling of a full-blown blow to the air when he was ready for a bad war.

But... behind the address?

He turned over the note and saw a line of words left behind, suddenly causing his pupils to shrink!

“Don't disappoint me when I'm done with my hands and the club's five fingers, and Kunlun will take care of the rest. - Unfortunately, thunderbolts passing by.”

Who the hell is that?

How is that possible?

Danny Rand looked horrified, and it wasn't long before he returned to New York that someone found out who he was, especially when the word "Kunlun" struck him.

Is it really a trap?

Danny Rand's instinct tells him that the mystery man's message to him is most likely true.

And if he doesn't, he won't be able to sleep this month.

So at the end of the day, he still looks serious and decides to find out, even if it really is the enemy's trap against him, he also has the confidence to fight out with a pair of iron fists!

Then, after he had paid, he grabbed the note and the keys and went towards the address above.

Meanwhile, the man in black who had previously spoken to Danny Rand was sitting in his car on the phone.

“Things have been delivered to Danny Rand, and the target is now past. ”

“Well done, let them get busy with the rest. ”

At the New York Sanctuary, Dior, who was cooking lunch, said with satisfaction as he scrambled the ingredients.

When he hung up, he threw his phone onto the sofa and turned off the flame plate, shouting out to Wanda, who was doing yoga in there, and to Fast Silver, who was obsessed with the game: "Dinner's up, I made squid fried rice and sugar and vinegar ribs! ”