The Immortal in Marvel

Within moments, the room was turned into a morgue full of corpses, the smell of blood permeating through the air.

No gang members other than Wesley and Vladimir were left alive.

Under the dim light, the bloodstains on the ground reflected a sharp scarlet light.

Seeing that the people they brought were wiped out immediately, Vladimir and Wesley's complexions turned pale. When Wade killed several intruders, the two understood that they were together.

It's not that they didn't think about this possibility at first but when they saw that there were only two people on the other side, they relaxed their vigilance. They never thought that only two people could kill all of them in such a short period of time.

"Dude, you are such a genius, you have earned us four million USD, this is much easier than when I ran around the world to make money!"

Wade pushed Katana back into its sheath on his back and looked at the phone happily. He and Derrick split the bounty 50-50. This huge sum of money is enough for Derrick and Wade to be cool for a long time.

Derrick patted his head suddenly, "They were sloppy, if I knew it would be so easy, I would have caught the punisher together to claim the bounty, then we could earn at least 1.5 million USD more each, what a bloody loss!"

Frank: "..."

"By the way, untie him first."

Derrick seemed to have just remembered the existence of Frank, and was about to untie him, only to find that there was still a lock on the iron chain binding him.

"Where's the key to the lock?"

"On him." Frank glanced at Wesley.

Derrick nodded, walked over to Wesley and started searching without taking any consent.

Wesley's face got very ugly. He now knew that this Asian was not an ordinary mercenary. The strength shown by him was definitely beyond the scope of normal people.

"I think we can talk, if you want to...DON'T TOUCH THAT, the keys are in the left pocket of my suit."

"If you didn't tell me, your THAT was finished."

Derrick took out a key from his pocket, and took out other things inside, "Hey, what is this?"

"This thing is known as my wallet."

"Don't talk nonsense, I found it first." Derrick decisively stuffed the wallet into his trouser pocket.

Wesley: "..."

At this moment, Vladimir beside him suddenly exploded!

Taking advantage of the moment when Derrick was not paying attention, Vladimir raised the revolver he had prepared, and pulled the trigger several times at Wade in front of him. Wade fell to the ground with a loud sound.

Immediately afterwards, Vladimir pointed his gun at Derrick and roared with a cruel smile, "Damn Asian, you are dead!"

Facing the black muzzle of the gun, Derrick smiled confidently: "I counted it, and your bullets have been exhausted. I bet you have no bullets in your gun."

BANG~~!

Derrick smiled at Vladimir, tilted his head and slowly fell to the ground.

"Hahahaha, you idiot, I still had a bullet in my gun!!" Looking at the two corpses on the ground, Vladimir suddenly had a sense of accomplishment of winning against the wind, and laughed wantonly. (E/N: Alright, I had no problem editing names from Jaioquin to Vladimir but here, Vladimir was straight up given as Vladimilton.)

This situation was now completely reversed, and Wesley was both surprised and happy. But soon, these emotions all turned into fear.

Because he saw that the two corpses move by themselves.

Contrary to the terrified Wesley, Frank's expression was much better. He saw the man in tights, who had been shot several times, stand up again. Obviously, he had the same Self-healing Ability as Derrick.

'What the hell? Is this kind of ability available wholesale? How can everyone come back from the dead?'

Frank saw Derrick sit up abruptly, grab the gun in Vladimir's hand, pointed the muzzle at his newly healed forehead, and said viciously, "I don't believe it, come again, my maths ain't that bad. This time, I bet there are no bullets in your gun!"

Seeing the deadman suddenly revive, Vladimir's mind went blank and he subconsciously pulled the trigger.

click click click...

Derrick smiled triumphantly, then raised his pistol and pointed it at Vladimir's head, "It's your turn now, guess if there is any bullet in my gun."

Vladimir swallowed, "Yes, I bet there are bullets!"

"I don't think so–"

BANG~~!

Looking at Vladimir's fallen body, Derrick said angrily, "Damn it, you won again!"

Ignoring Wesley, who was lying aside, Derrick picked up the key and walked over to unlock the chain for Frank.

Looking at Frank with a bruised nose and swollen face resembling a pig's head, Derrick hesitated for a few seconds, took out his Walmart bag mask, and said thoughtfully, "Take it, you need this, I'm afraid your face will be recognized by those criminals and they will not be able to help but laugh when they see you in the future."

After all, since Frank is a brutal and iron-blooded tough guy, which was very dependent on his image, walking around with a funny face would be bad.

Frank looked down at the plastic bag with two small holes poked in it and a 'meat discount' sticker on the back.

Frank kept a straight face and didn't accept the plastic bag.

He would rather wear this pig's face than wear this vile mask.

'If I walk around with that sticker on my back…I won't exactly be safe…'

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E/N: Happy Reading, Have a Good Day/Night.