This Kryptonian is too stable

"Quick Silver! What are you doing!"

No sooner had the silver-haired youth become complacent than a stern shout came through the communication channel, shaking his ears.

"Fighting evil, isn't that what you brought us here for?"

Skimming his lips, Pietro played dumb and said, "It's all because these people are too weak, they all fell down before I could exert myself."

"I'm asking you guys to exercise your teamwork skills, not for you to play individual performances."

Looking at the prickly youth in the screen, Seb said in a deep voice, "Besides, who among the four of us do you think can't easily solve this group of punks?"

Before the words fell, the closed metal door of the warehouse suddenly opened automatically, a red, a black, two helmets obscured by the face of the figure from the door fast.

Although the face can not be seen, but lying on the ground Francis can vaguely distinguish from the curves of the two bodies, which should be two hot ladies.

Dissatisfied glared at the blue figure next to her, Lorna directly pronounced a death sentence on most of the criminals present: "All the black-named ones are finished off, and the red-named ones just have their limbs scrapped."

This guy actually relied on his speed and forced all their heads.

"Shouldn't this group of criminals be handed over to the police ......"

Looking at the nine black names marked in the screen, as well as the conspicuous and incomparable two red names, Wanda stammered, "I'm a little ...... bit, can't get down."

Since childhood, let alone people, she has not even killed a chicken.

Even if she followed Ultron to do a lot of crap some time ago, she has never killed a resister herself.

She was caught off guard and had to let herself take the lives of nearly ten people who had no grudge against her, and she really couldn't do it.

"With us, you will experience this sooner or later, witch."

As the vice captain of this makeshift squad, Lorna took it upon herself to take on some of her boyfriend's duties and advised, "The knight once said to me 'to kill the guilty is to save more innocent people'."

"To be merciful to sin is to be cruel to yourself, and to the innocent."

At this point, Seb's low voice also rang in several people's ears: "I do not force you to kill all nine of these sinful people, but you must choose one."

Still the same words, this is Marvel, not DC.

Want to live peacefully in this world, whether it is to the enemy or yourself, you have to be ruthless.

He does not want to be in a tight spot in the future, Wanda because of a soft heart, resulting in any irreparable consequences.

Recalling the man's expectant gaze, Wanda gritted her teeth and came to the terrified Francis: "Sorry, I can only let you go in peace."

Even if she would fall into hell after her death, she did not want to disappoint the other party.

"Very well, the others are in your hands, Quick Silver."

Seeing this, Seb instantly ordered Alita to prepare in advance, the evidence about the various crimes committed by Francis to the little witch's intelligent screen above.

He had a plan for the little witch's possible psychological problems, but to Pietro the prick, will not be as polite as to his sister.

Browsing through the information in the screen, Wanda's expression gradually became unbelievable from the initial guilt, and finally indignant, staring dead at the white man lying on the ground who kept begging, and sternly said, "Go to hell! Scum!"

In the next instant, the scarlet light ball came out and went straight into Francis' chest, corroding his internal organs to the bone.

She originally thought that this guy was just an ordinary gangster selling laundry detergent, but did not expect that the other party was also a human trafficker, human organ wholesaler, killer and other identities, committing the crime of shooting ten times is not too much.

A gust of wind swept up in place, and before the eight remaining Black Names could react to what was happening, they followed their big brother to report to hell.

Lorna also operated the metalwork around her and smashed the limbs of the two remaining Red Name minions who had fallen into unconsciousness, successfully completing her mission.

"Very well, these people have gotten what they deserve."

After the dust settled, Seb's figure slowly emerged from mid-air and floated in front of several people, while four half-moon devices popped out of his back and began to wrap up his work.

Pursed some white lips, Pietro: "What should we do next?"

Don't look at his killers without hesitation, in fact, he is only a young man in his early twenties, before the action is also a struggle within the 'long'.

"This night is still long, Hell's Kitchen has a lot of such scum need us to help them to be human again."

Ignoring the burning sounds around him, Seb said lightly.

"Why don't the NYPD (New York Police Department) people care, didn't they say that the American Empire is the beacon of the world?"

Wanda strongly suppressed the mental discomfort caused by the first killings, pursued: "How can such a place of evil be allowed to exist, or in the most prosperous Manhattan area of New York?"

"Because it's not worth it."

Saibo told a brutal truth: "Hell's Kitchen is inhabited by the lowest class of poor people, and the taxes paid by this area may not contribute as much as a building near Central Park.

NYPD cannot spend a lot of manpower and material resources to maintain security in this area where there is little profit to be made.

Plus, there is light and there is darkness, and some people need a place to carry the darkness of the city that never sleeps."

After nearly two years of being around a certain thick-skinned guy with a dark heart, Lorna has seen a lot more of this and walked over to her boyfriend, urging, "Did you find your target?"

She hasn't had a chance to get her hands dirty today!

"Hold your horses, let me find the next lucky victim of ......."

Browsing through the various information summarized by Alita, Seb suddenly raised an eyebrow and showed an expression of interest, "Oh? Interesting."

..................

'Squeak--'

Under the cover of darkness, the tires of a black SUV pulled a black mark on the ground and stopped steadily in front of a three-story apartment building in an isolated location.

And around this SUV, four other cars of the same style were parked.

After the car was parked, six masked, heavily armed men in black quickly opened the door and got out, leaving two rifle-wielding teammates on guard.

The remaining four men stepped across to the trunk, opened it, and one grabbed one side and raised two nylon pockets with heavy loads from inside.

"Hurry up, this is the last batch of goods!"

Glancing at the 'goods' in the nylon pockets, Colin, who is a small captain, had a flash of intolerance in his eyes, but quickly turned into determination and couldn't help but urge, "As long as we transport them to the boss, we won't have to worry about them for the rest of our lives."

Immediately afterwards, striding towards the metal door in front of him.