webnovel

Devil Fruit in Marvel.

The poor rely on mutation, and the rich rely on technology. Roger, who came to the world of Marvel, does not want to mutate or develop black technology. He just wants to eat the fruit of the thread drop, the fruit of thunder, the fruit of shaking, the fruit of burning, the fruit of freezing, the fruit of rubber... There is no enemy that the devil fruit can't solve! ---- https://book.qidian.com/info/1026803728 https://discord.gg/89Q5ydp3R8

Racial_Equality_ · Anime e quadrinhos
Classificações insuficientes
60 Chs

21, second bounty task

  Someone is fighting wine...

  Someone is smoking marijuana...

  There are still people holding chicks with the same skin color and gnawing wildly...

  ...

  Had it not been for the so-called Ronald gang headquarters, Roger would have thought whether he had entered a black party indiscriminately.

  Sweeping around, he came to the little bastard who was closest to him, with his hands walking up and down a black chick.

  Then, a stick knocked it down.

  The black little bastard with a lustful smile didn't realize what was going on, so he passed out completely in a coma.

  After that, there was a scream that was louder than the DJ playing live.

  what! ! !

  Roger didn't intend to take action on the black chick, but her scream was called a sonic attack.

  In order to protect his eardrums, he used a more "gentle" force to knock a stick on the black chick's neck.

  The black chick passed out without suspense.

  The world suddenly became "quiet" a lot.

  It wasn't until he knocked out the screaming black chick that the gangsters present finally reacted.

  Although all of them are in the "upper" state, these little gangsters have not forgotten their old line of business, have picked up the surrounding weapons, and rushed towards Roger one by one.

  In this DJ music full of shielded words, Roger and these little gangsters started a fight that is definitely not fair.

  Bang! Bang! Bang...

  Roger, whose physical fitness has been significantly improved, proved with practical actions what is meant by unilateral crushing.

  A minute later, all the gangsters on the fourth floor could not get up again.

  After arriving in front of a slightly more pleasing gangster, Roger said condescendingly: "Where is Ronald?"

  Without any hesitation, the little bastard whose leg bone was broken by Roger stretched out his right finger and pointed to it.

  "The sixth floor, the boss is on the sixth floor!"

  "Okay, thank you for your cooperation!"

  As soon as the voice fell, the little bastard saw a flash of white arc.

  After knocking out the little bastard and graciously ending his pain, Roger came to the second-hand tuner and adjusted the output volume to the highest level.

  After all this was done, he walked slowly towards the fifth floor.

  ...

  "What's the matter with those guys below? Didn't you tell them, don't put up such a loud volume at night!"

  "No ethics at all! Noisy and noisy, neighbors don't need to sleep! I have to go to work tomorrow!"

  After hearing the noisy DJ sound from the fourth floor, Ronald, who was thinking about the development of the gang, said to his subordinates with dissatisfaction.

  Although he is a gangster, Ronald has always boasted that he is a gang boss with good morals.

  He can't control what other gangs do, but in his gang, whether he has a sense of ethics is as important as whether he can fight.

  "Okay, boss, I will deal with it immediately!"

  Standing beside Ronald, the big white man with tattoos all over his body immediately replied.

  Although Ronald's gang is a gang dominated by blacks, the three white men around him who can fight and trust him most are among the gangs.

  These three big white men were accidentally rescued by him in Russia.

  Since saving the big men of these three fighting nations, they have followed Ronald's side and become his most powerful men.

  However, just as the big white man was going to go down to the fourth floor to teach those who have no ethics, there were gunshots on the fifth floor.

  boom! boom! boom...

  After arriving on the fifth floor, Roger finally met the gangster with the gun.

  Free America, shootout every day!

  When these little gangsters who tried to resist themselves took out their pistols,

Roger didn't be polite with them either, and directly used the flick.  Many people think that as long as you give yourself a gun, you are a sharpshooter.

  Especially those otaku players who are addicted to shooting games.

  But the reality is that ordinary people can't even hit a fixed target at a distance of ten meters, let alone a moving target, before they have undergone certain shooting training.

  Pulling the trigger is easy, but trying to hit the target is another matter entirely.

  Although these punks on the fifth floor were pulling the trigger frantically, the bullets they shot did not pose any threat to Roger.

  Roger did not be polite to these punks who fired, and directly ended their lives with a flick.

  Roger didn't mind keeping them alive when dealing with punks without guns.

  But as long as these gangsters dare to pick up a pistol and shoot at him, he won't have any hands left.

  The battle on the fifth floor soon ended.

  In fact, the moment these gangsters picked up their pistols and fired, it was destined that the battle would not last too long.

  The fifth rule of traversal: Appropriate mercy can make you live better, and blindly to the Virgin will only make you die faster.

  After solving the gangsters on the fifth floor, Roger took the line stick in his hand and walked towards the sixth floor of the terminal.

  However, when he had just stepped up the stairs to the sixth floor, he frowned.

  Killing intent!

  Unabashedly strong killing intent!

  The moment he sensed this killing intent, he didn't hesitate, and immediately energized him, and the white thread stick in his hand was protected in front of him.

  clang!

  In the blink of an eye, a ninja in a dark red tight-fitting ninja suit descended from the sky, and a katana shining with cold light slashed towards him head-on.

  The katana and the wire stick slammed together, making a sharp metal crash.

  The ninja of the hand mate?

  Why are they here?

  Although Roger is not a loyal fan of Marvel, he is not unfamiliar with his opponent Hehui.

  The moment the ninja jumped from the top of the stairs, he recognized the origin of the ninja.

  Failing to kill Roger with a single blow, the hand-joined ninja who only showed his eyes did not hesitate to attack again.

  clang! clang! clang...

  The offensive of the ninja of this hand-bound ninja perfectly meets the three-character essentials of fast, accurate, and ruthless, and every knife slashes towards Roger's key.

  If today was the first day he came to this world, Roger really didn't have much certainty that he would be able to block the ninja's serial fast attack.

  But now, he has absolute confidence to solve this ninja who doesn't know where it came from within ten seconds.

  Line knife!

  The straight white short stick instantly changed its shape and turned into a samurai sword that is good for slashing.

  At the same time, he no longer deliberately suppressed the sharpness of the thin wire, turning the wire knife into a real sharp edge.

  Although he didn't know why the ninja of Shouhehui appeared here, it didn't affect his idea of ​​hacking this guy to death.

  Because at the moment the ninja appeared, the silent system bounty mission information came to his mind.

  "Bounty mission: hit the five fingers of the Killer Union! Mission reward: 30 million Baileys, door door fruit!"