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Power stone, please
Good day
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"I too will obtain everything that I desire. Not because someone asked me to do it, but because I know in my heart that I have something worth fighting for."
– Julis Alexia Van Riessfeld (Asterisk War)
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"Miss Ruiwen, are you still used to living here?" Klein came to a prison, pushed his glasses, and said with a gentle expression.
If you don't know him, it's hard to connect him, who is gentle and friendly, with the scarecrow who is meticulous and cruel.
"Klein, you better let me out as soon as possible, otherwise I will use my own means to get out, and then twist your neck. As long as you know a little bit about me, you should know that there is no prison in this world that can stop me. "
A blue-skinned woman who just finished doing push-ups, panting slightly, looked at Klein coldly, her eyes filled with icy cold.
She is a third-level mutant, and her strength is not strong. If she faces a powerful ordinary human with a high IQ like the death knell, she will be crushed.
But the reason why she can be regarded as the left arm and right arm by Magneto, is the most outstanding thing is her transformation ability.
Magic girl Ruiwen's ability to deform, can perfectly imitate human faces, body shapes, micro-expression, pupils, and fingerprints, coupled with her superb IQ and EQ, is the perfect spy candidate.
Unfortunately, this time, she knelt.
She sneaked into the Sky Eye Club to collect all kinds of information and technology. Many high-techs were sent to the Brotherhood by Ruiwen, even though a group of muscular men in the Brotherhood were not interested in high-tech...
As for Magneto? A fourth-level strong man who controls the magnetic field is qualified to shelter a living planet when placed in the interstellar world. Would he really put high technology in his eyes?
But a lot of information sent back by Ruiwen is really helpful to the Brotherhood because the booths of the Sky Eye Club are getting bigger and bigger, which is really amazing. In addition, with the support of a group of people headed by Downey behind the scenes, Sky Eye will have enough confidence to communicate with the official.
Unfortunately, no matter how strong Ruiwen is to imitate, there will be a day of exposure, because Tianyan will not be a bad person.
"Ms. Ruiwen, you are the most perfect spy I have ever seen. It would be really difficult to catch you if it weren't for our different methods of investigation for every level of management personnel."
Klein exclaimed, and said, "I didn't expect Amanda Falcone, the owl killer who followed Downey for a long time, to be replaced by you."
"I can do more, such as slaughter you, and then pretend to be you to rule the Sky Eye Club. I have the confidence to hide from that little guy Downey." Ruiwen sneered, and the blue skin couldn't hide her beauty. Beautiful face.
Klein nodded repeatedly, with a look of approval: "Yes, I also absolutely believe that you can replace me, including the behemoth Domination Eye. But, want to hide it from Downey? Ms. Ruiwen, you are too arrogant, you treat him. I don't know."
Klein is very clear that Downey is now a fifth-level demigod, and looking at people no longer only looks at the face, but goes deep into the genes and soul, and can at least make the most basic judgment and grasp of a person's spirit.
Ruiwen's ability to deform can't be concealed from Downey.
Ruiwen had a puzzled look on her face, but she did not continue to argue.
She was detained for a long time and didn't know much about Downey's changes. That is to say, Magneto King, Professor X, and others received the news that Downey took over as the Supreme Mage. They only knew that Downey's strength had grown rapidly, but to what extent he was still at a loss.
Klein suddenly made a gesture to the camera, and then personally input something on the virtual screen of the prison gate. After another complicated test, the prison gate slowly opened under Ruiwen's horrified eyes.
"Ms. Ruiwen, you are free, we have already contacted Magneto, and you can leave at any time," Klein said.
"Eric put pressure on you?"
"That's right, but it's mainly because Downey gave the order to keep you locked, which doesn't make much sense."
Ruiwen walked out slowly, her muscles tense, passing by Klein for an instant with hesitation. She really wanted to kill Klein directly, and then replace him to rule the Sky Eye. As long as Klein was secretly slaughtered, the successful takeover of Sky Eye would be a high probability event, very easy.
But in the end, she still didn't do anything. This scarecrow, who always smiled and made people feel like a spring breeze, gave her a lot of pressure because of his fearless look.
Ruiwen gave Klein a cold look, walked straight out of the prison, entered the elevator, and returned to the ground.
Her behavior is correct. Hundreds of terrible chemicals are installed inside Klein's clothes. It is possible to throw the poisonous gas out of Klein's sleeves by falling over his shoulder.
When the elevator door closed, Klein suddenly yelled to her: "Ms. Ruiwen, we have found the trace of your son, the Blue Devil, and we will send you the detailed information. This is also an expression of my personal apology. "
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A death knell in a standard tight-fitting combat suit, carrying two knives, always exuding a cold murderous aura, walked onto the street.
Looking at the crowds coming and going, the death knell for strangers not to enter is greasy and crooked.
He hates this. Because Mao Tianyan is an organization that is easy to be watched out for, why do you want to build the headquarters building next to the bustling main road?!
Is it so close to the business district of New York City?!
Where is this going to happen?
Every time he walks out of the Sky Eye Club headquarters, the iconic fancy clothes and super aura will welcome the scrutiny of passers-by, especially some **** who are not afraid of death, pointing at him.
In the beginning, the death knell was just a bit uncomfortable, but he didn't feel so disgusted. He directly ignored the comments of the people eating melons and didn't even bother to listen, because the location of the headquarters of the Sky Eye Club was really awkward.
But after a long time, he gradually felt that something was wrong.
Just like now, when his burly body walked out of the guard zone of the building, there were passing people eating melons pointing at him with surprise and shouting:
"Ah! Look, everyone! It's Deadpool!"
A group of reporters who are not afraid of death have long been familiar with the behavioral style of the supernatural organization of the Sky Eye Society. They squatted all day long. At this time, a swarm of reporters came up, rushing to hold the microphone to interview the death knell:
"Mr. Deadpool, I heard that you like to stuff ignited explosives into your crotch when you are bored. Is this true? Is it convenient to tell us?"
"Mr. Deadpool, why did you change into a black outfit? Is this outfit more suitable for your profession? The world's strongest mercenary?"
"Enough! You all the second-rate media get out. Our Clarion Daily is a major newspaper and has priority interview rights-Deadpool. I am a reporter for Clarion Daily. I heard that you are fighting against the public enemy Spider-Man in New York. There are rumors about you. Two have one leg, I want to know the details, and the payment is easy to say."
The death knell seemed to be sluggish, standing there stiffly, and a terrifying murderous intent was slowly brewing in his body. With a sigh, he pulled out the knife behind his back, wishing to stab this group of scum to death.
Some sharp-eyed can clearly see the death knell's body trembling slightly as if to endure something in pain.
Deathstroke is a professional bounty hunter. It stands to reason that he shouldn't be angry ~www.mtlnovel.com~ But every time he sees this group of trash who is eagerly looking forward to answering questions, he feels a burst of murder that cannot be suppressed.
This! Help! mix! egg! Lao Tzu is not a Deadpool! I have nothing to do with Deadpool Nashabi!!!
Seeing the murderous knell, the reporters dispersed and hurried away.
Only a group of passersby fans were left, shouting to him with a fanatical tone: "Deadpool, sign me!"
The death knell trembled and walked away.
If you don't leave again, he would really take a knife and chop the group of Shabi.
The death knell exudes an aura of ice cold, originally because of the good mood of finding the blue devil in the cruel arena and beheading a large number of arena mutants that were chased along the way, it was all gone.
Even twenty million dollars in compensation can't make him happy.
The death knell moves at high speed in the shadows, and the ability to hide is very superb. He turned a corner, took off his clothes, took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and walked straight into the street.
Like a stronger passerby, he got in the crowd.
But when he passed a basketball court, a voice full of pain and pleading attracted his attention.
"Please, you know how to cure my hand. You were a paralyzed patient half a year ago, but now you can play basketball! Like a strong young man! Do you want money? I will give you a lot of money! "
"It has nothing to do with money..."
"Then what do you want? I have a villa and a broken sports car, which can be given to you! I just want you to tell me who healed your paralyzed spine!"