Marvel: Embark on a demon-hunting journey with Spider-Man!

Chapter 44 Wade and Hell's Kitchen

In an abandoned factory, a group of gang members unleashed a barrage of weapons at the man.

Amidst a hail of bullets, the ruthless man wielded two swords, slashing rapidly in front of him, instantly transforming the blades into an impenetrable barrier.

"Clang clang clang~~"

Sparks flew as the blades clashed with the bullets, and some bullets, split in two, flew towards the crowd.

In an instant, several people were struck by the randomly scattering bullet fragments and fell into pools of blood.

Hearing the noise, Mark leaped onto the rooftop and crouched down to peer into the room.

Upon seeing this familiar action, a super despicable guy instantly popped into his mind.

Contrary to what I remembered, this slut is neither disfigured nor immortal.

However, Mark is still not entirely sure.

After all, in the ten laws of the Marvel universe, ordinary firearms are at the lowest end of the combat power, and the ability to cut bullets with a knife is not something only that jerk can do.

To verify his suspicions, Mark saw the battle in the factory escalating and jumped into the fray.

Move quickly!

jump!

dodge!

With a series of skills activated, Mark's figure instantly became a blur.

"Bang bang bang!!"

Under heavy fire, Mark traversed the battlefield, taking down one opponent with a single punch.

"No!"

"What a freak..."

In an instant, the gang members exclaimed in surprise, and then subconsciously focused their fire on Mark, who had suddenly appeared.

Therefore, Mark, who was under heavy fire, had difficulty dodging all the incoming bullets, but the Demon Hunter suit itself had defensive properties that could perfectly withstand the impact of the bullets.

"Clang clang clang..."

The bullet struck Mark with a metallic clang, sparks flying, but Mark's movements remained swift.

And because of Mark's appearance, the two-sworded scoundrel finally found a way in.

"Hey buddy, are you trying to steal my business?"

He glanced at Mark, who was wreaking havoc, and, not to be outdone, he leaped into the crowd.

"Pfft pfft pfft~~"

"ah!!"

Screams echoed one after another until the last gang member fell in a pool of blood.

In the dimly lit factory, the slut turned around with a flourish, her twin knives pointing directly at Mark.

He sized up the oddly dressed Mark and said coldly.

"This deal is mine. If you don't want your part to be compromised, I advise you to leave now."

Mark stopped, crossed his arms, and sized up the other person.

"Are you a mercenary?" he asked.

The slut nodded. "You too?"

"I am not."

"So you're just here for revenge."

"I guess so."

As Mark spoke, he kicked one of the gang members who wasn't quite dead yet.

"Tonight I'm going to take over Hell's Kitchen, and I'm hiring you to come with me."

"Hell's Kitchen?"

Wade's eyes lit up. "How much are you going to pay me?"

Mark slowly extended his thumb, remaining silent.

Wade tentatively asked, "Ten thousand?"

Mark shook his head.

"One hundred thousand?" Wade probed again.

Mark shook his head again.

Wade was getting excited. "Could it be a million?"

Mark shook his head again.

He grinned. "Thumbs up for you."

Wade: "........"

"You naughty, stingy little brat, I'm not a toy for your amusement!"

He cursed as he sheathed his knife, turned around, found the briefcase left behind by the gang members, and was about to leave without a second thought.

However, Mark suddenly blurted out a sentence that instantly made Wade stop in his tracks.

"I know Spider-Man."

"What?"

Wade turned around. "Spider-Man?"

"Yes," Mark nodded.

"Was it the original unknown evil Spider-Man?" Wade asked again.

"That's right."

"Is he the Spider-Man who defeated the lizard monster and saved the innocent girl?"

"That's right."

"Is he Spider-Man who survived the ruins of Osborn Tower?"

"That's right."

"Is it the Spider-Man who killed the Green Goblin and then retired?"

"That's right."

"Oh, what does that have to do with me?"

Wade rolled his eyes.

mark:"!!!!"

"You are Wade Wilson," he confirmed once again.

"it's me."

Wade's eyes narrowed warily. "You investigated me."

Mark shook his head. "No, I just heard it."

"You should have heard of me; I'm the best mercenary."

Wade looked proud. "A one-man mercenary."

"So you're planning to come with me?" Mark asked. "I know you're a Spider-Man fan, I can introduce you two."

"Oh shit, I'm not a fan of that guy."

Wade scoffed, "I only love myself, and, well, my girlfriend."

After saying that, he gave Mark a mocking look and left the factory without looking back.

Mark blinked as he watched the other person's retreating figure.

"Wait, isn't Spider-Man Deadpool's favorite character?"

What does a girlfriend even mean?

Okay! This guy hasn't become Deadpool yet, so he doesn't love Spider-Man at all.

Peter, you need to try harder.

He shook his head and turned to rummage through the pockets of the gang members.

Yes, it's sixty-six yuan in total.

Poor bastard!

He spat at the corpses and then plunged into the night.

Mark felt no discomfort at all after taking down these gang members for the first time.

On the contrary, they were quite skilled.

Am I a born pervert and villain?

He asked himself this question.

Unbeknownst to him, Mark had finally infiltrated Hell's Kitchen's territory.

On the brightly lit streets, drug addicts traded with impunity.

The low moans of women and their customers could be heard coming from the dark alleyways along the street.

The roadside casinos were bustling with activity, and drunkards who caused trouble were frequently thrown into trash cans.

Everything was so chaotic and disorderly, with all sorts of crimes being committed without any attempt to conceal them.

The patrolling police officers were merely going through the motions, ignoring everything in front of them.

This is a paradise of evil, and Kingpin's kingdom.

There is only one emperor here, and that is Kingpin!

Mark felt he didn't seem to need to hide himself.

He walked confidently down this sinful street.

The Demon Hunter set isn't considered strange at all here.

Compared to the women in their bikinis, Mark was completely inconspicuous.

"Hey, handsome young man, wanna have some fun?" A woman on the street stopped Mark.

She made provocative movements, sticking out her tongue to show off her tongue piercing.

Thirty yuan will do.

Mark pursed his lips and shoved the other person away with a righteous air.

"Fuck your mother, I'm reading the Spring and Autumn Annals."

The money in his pocket was still useful.

"Twenty dollars!" The woman who had been pushed away offered an even greater temptation.

Mark paused, pulling his hat down low.

He whispered, "Ten yuan."

The woman angrily yelled, "Fuck you, you penniless wretch! Ten bucks for my boyfriend to play with you!"

She waved towards the house behind her. "Blake, greet this guest."

"They're here."

Immediately, several burly men rushed out of the house and surrounded the slender Mark.

Blake, who was in charge, extended his finger menacingly.

"One hundred dollars, you can play with her."

Ten bucks, I'll play you.

You choose.

Mark looked shocked. "You're discriminating against me?"

Upon hearing this, Blake instinctively looked at his Black brother.

"No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense." He seemed a little nervous.

The sensitive guy next to him immediately reacted.

"Blake, you just glanced at me."

"I didn't, O'Neal, you believe me, I didn't mean it that way."

"I knew it was true. You were talking badly about me behind my back."

"I didn't, don't believe that guy Sean."

"Shit, you're still in contact with Sean. We agreed to be each other's angels, and you betrayed me!"

"No, no, no, that's not how it is..."