Stand User in Marvel Universe

“Where is he? ”

“The wanderer chased Sasuke and killed him! ”

“Die! ”

Gunshots, screams, blades across the body... intertwined into an intoxicating symphony.

“I have no quarrel with you. Why must I kill you? ”

When all the others died tragically and there was only one leader left, he could not help but question.

“Half the people on this planet are dead, and sinners like you survive, and you have no chance to kill innocents again. Tonight, I will kill you. ”

The voice just dropped and the knife flashed and the two people swapped positions, opposite each other.

One of them dressed as a wanderer slowly harvested his knife into the sheath, only listened to a thump, the gang leader behind him fell directly to the ground, his head two points!

Suddenly there was heavy rain in the sky, seemingly washing away the sins of the city.

Yet just as the wanderer was about to leave, the dense footsteps suddenly came from both ends of the street.

Nearly a thousand gang thugs quickly surrounded him in the centre with weapons such as guns and knives.

Turns out these people are just bait released to lure this god out and not kill countless wanderers!

Because they don't want to walk through the dust of Tokyo's friends.

Now that rumors about Tokyo have become an appalling taboo, none of the guys who don't believe in evil want to find out what's going on can come out alive.

But in front of this guy is obviously a wandering samurai with a higher value of force. Now he can't fly with his wings, it's not enough to fear!

“Kill!”

Without any bullshit, nearly a thousand people rushed right over!

The wanderer, indifferent, pulled the samurai knife out again, though seemingly in despair, he would not give up as long as he had a chance.

It's just a 1VS1000 killing. If you want to kill me, come on!

But at this point, the intense bloody smell and the terrible screaming came from the end.

“The quality is a little low, but the quantity is still good, saving me a lot of time. ”

A familiar voice stirred the eyes of a wanderer caught in siege, subconsciously looking far away.

“Thunder Purgatory! ”

Only bright and dangerous electric light can be turned into a skynet, instantly knocking out all the enemies in front of you!

There was no chance of reaction, no chance of escape, only a scorching roast.

When fighting in the city, [Spicy Chili] can do its best, especially after [Bastille Goddess] created the socket to recharge, [Spicy Chili] 's ability has been transformed into pure electricity into a more powerful electromagnetic force, but it doesn't have to be that much trouble dealing with these wastes.

“Dior? ”

When the man held on to a black umbrella and walked past the body of the ground to his face, the wanderer stood still and shouted out the name.

As for the gang thugs on the other side, they were almost scared, they didn't even want to turn around and run, and while running, they were yelling: “It's the Tokyo devil, the Tokyo devil is here! Run!”

Tokyo devil?

Bad title.

“Wait a minute, the garbage should be back in the dump. ”

And... it's perfect for a thunderbolt on rainy days, isn't it?

The flashing lights suddenly poured over, and running away or something was just futile. Maybe if Quick Silver was still alive, you could try it, but these garbage...

Water vapor in the air cut off their last glimmer of escape, [Spicy Chili] like a beautiful elf dancing, jumping wildly.

A chain of lightning bolts thickens the fleshy scent of the air and doesn't even wash out the rain in front of you.

“Suddenly a little hungry, don't you want to buy me a drink? ”

Dior didn't lift his fingers all the time, he quickly killed nearly a thousand people, and the harvest was good. These sinful souls were not wasted, they were all "eaten" by [the world].

The wanderer's eyes swept over the full body and finally landed on Dior, putting the samurai knife in the sheath, putting the hood back on and nodding his head.

In an abandoned house, the table was filled with all kinds of packaged food and beer and whiskey, and the two sat face-to-face and no one spoke for a moment.

Looking at the person in front of him, he sighed in his heart, then opened two glasses of whiskey, then rubbed two pieces of ice on his finger and fell into the cup, making a crisp noise.

When he pushed one of these glasses to the other, he had to say, "This stuff is hard to find in Neon Country, especially now. ”

“At the supermarket, there's plenty more if you want. ”

Thinking about it, the wanderer still drank all the wine out of the glass, he always wanted to get drunk, but he didn't want to go down like this, he wanted to stay awake, he wanted to save his wife and children, he didn't want to have his hands trembling at some point when he pulled the bow.

So, just one drink, just one drink!

To see this... friend.

Eagle's eyes chewed the ice hard and buttoned the glass to the table.

Theodore understood what he meant, and he promised me this cup.

“You're still so self-disciplined, Barton. ”

“Too much alcohol paralyzes my nerves, reduces my responsiveness, and makes my hands tremble when I aim, which is too lethal for an agent. ”

“Agent? I think you've retired twice. ”

“Yeah, but every time there's a reason I can't lay down, let me pick up my weapon and join the fight, maybe I shouldn't have retired from the beginning, maybe a lot of things won't happen. ”

Barton mocked himself and said that his eyes were a little lost, although it was just one drink, but he was already a little 'drunk’.

“Believe me, everything can be undone, and when the time comes, I'll come back for you. ”

Dior drank all the wine in the glass and stood up and said.

“How long do we have to wait?” Barton asked after a moment of silence.

“I don't know, maybe soon, maybe a few more years. ”

“I see.” Barton nodded, wondering what he was thinking, and suddenly asked, "That Tokyo devil is you? ”

“Just kill some bugs. You're not the only one who needs to vent. ”

“The country is falling fast. ”

“I know, or Steve would have come to my trouble. ”

“No, I mean, you took my job, man. ”

Dior snorted, then suddenly laughed, “You're right, but you're too inefficient. I don't have the patience to wait for you. That's it, let's go. ”

“An asshole! ”

After Dior left, Barton poured himself a little and a half more whiskey, finely tasted.

Um, one last drink.