Stand User in Marvel Universe - Chapter 586

Dior is naturally not a Gundam, he can only dismantle the existence of Gundam.

So when the ninja failed with a life-threatening blow, he was already doomed.

"Hmm ..."

Dior grabbed the neon ninja with one hand, lifted him into the air, and blocked the shuriken thrown by the other two ninjas.

Then he saw that the unlucky ninja was unable to toss twice, and black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he swallowed his breath.

"poison?"

Dior's eyes were a mile, and what surprised him was still behind.

The ninja killed by his companion suddenly turned into fly ash ...

And the two ninjas who killed their companions by mistake were always calm, as if it was not their companions they had just killed, but the cats and dogs on the roadside.

In other words, brainwashing and training from an early age have already made them an out-of-the-box killing machine, almost like a dead man. As long as they can complete the task, they will not care about injuries or death, nor will they kill their lives.

Moreover, death may not be the end ...

There was no fear in their eyes, only endless numbness remained.

Aware of this, Dior no longer felt that he could ask anything from their mouths, and simply killed him. Anyway, since the other party's goal was himself, he would be approached by him sooner or later.

"dead!"

Opening a poker card, the dark red long sword was thrown out directly, pinning a ninja that was too late to dodge on the wall.

Dior then whistled and began to evade the Royal Blade.

In the end, the ninja did not expect that the knife thrown by Dior could fly out again, and was cut into two sections directly behind him without precaution.

Dior groaned as he looked at the two corpses that had turned into ashes before him, and he always felt that the scene seemed a little familiar.

So he decided to waste some time first, and it is in his interest to know the origin of the other party.

Although he didn't feel that he could cause a great deal of hair damage to himself with these inexplicable ninjas, maybe the other organization could bring him a new leek field.

Because on the properties panel, there are 3 more evil souls ...

So he replaced the [Melancholic Blues] that he hadn't used for a long time, then summoned it, walked to a certain ninja and turned to "upside down."

Next, you only need to follow the Melancholy Blues to find the other person's nest, which is extremely convenient.

. . . . . . . . . .

In a factory in Hell's Kitchen, an old woman wearing a white shirt, a long black skirt, and a crutch in her hand was watching the process of making 'washing powder'.

Looking here, all the yellow-skinned Asian workers are male, female, old and young, but the common point is that their eyes reveal numbness and fear, and their hands are stained with some white powder.

At the moment when the thin old lady appeared, they were like well-trained soldiers. They laid down their tools and stood up neatly, straightened their waists, and did not squint, as if waiting. Looking at the soldiers in general.

The old woman who was so frightened by everyone was also a young girl. She was one of the five fingers of the hand and the meeting, and was called Mrs. Gao.

After the fall of Jin Bing, with the help of the RAND Group, she swallowed up a large number of 'washing powder' businesses and used Hell's Kitchen as her home base for the 'washing powder' factory.

Although an outsider only thinks that she is a 60- or 70-year-old old woman, only the hands and the senior members inside the club know that the dark-haired old woman has lived at least 400 years!

Is an out-of-the-box old demon!

In addition, this old demon also likes to deter subordinates and enemies through the use of violence and terror. Anyone who dares to make her unsatisfactory has completely disappeared into the world, not even her hair.

After inspecting the 'washing powder' factory, Mrs. Gao came to her office here.

"How's the situation? Have the waste found the killer?"

With Mrs. Gao's questioning to herself, a figure suddenly emerged from the shadow.

"Yes, three, three, four, three, five have gone out to inquire about the news, and they will bring that person's head back."

"Well, to kill so much waste in such a short period of time, there should be two hits."

Mrs. Gao arrogantly poured a cup of tea on herself, her eyes were very calm, and she never seemed to put that extremely evil "night death" in her eyes.

If she didn't need a **** kitchen under her control to keep her ‘washing powder’ business from being interrupted, she would n’t care about the life and death of those wastes, even if it was all dead.

But just then, unexpected riots happened!

Mrs. Ga frowned, and lowered the tea cup with dissatisfaction. "Go and see, kill all the troubles, and put them all in the concrete."

The ninja dressed person took a step back without saying a word and disappeared into the shadows again ~ ~ Mrs. Gao has always been confident, both in her own strength and in the organization behind her.

But this time, she seemed overconfident.

After a few minutes, the riots outside disappeared gradually, but replaced by a strong **** smell.

Mrs. Gao is no stranger to this taste. In the life of more than 400 years, no fewer than ten thousand people have directly or indirectly died in her hands.

However, the current situation seemed a bit wrong. The ninja did not return to life, and the outside suddenly became too quiet.

Mrs. Gao's heart sank, and she stood up crouching with a cane.

But before she went out, a clear footstep became clearer from far and near.

"Hmm ..."

Polite knocking sounded.

Mrs. Gao smiled, and sat back again, "Come in."

A face of an Asian she had never seen before came in with a smile and pushed in the door, and sat opposite her very familiarly.

"Where are my people?"

"If you mean those ninjas, it's all grayed out."

Mrs. Gao nodded in humiliation, and she had this mental preparation before the other party came in.

"Dare to ask your name. I don't seem to have seen you."

"Well, this is exactly where I am distressed. You and I don't know each other, why should you come to trouble me?" The comer pretended to be distressed and looked at her with a gaze.

Mrs. Gao immediately realized that the slight smile on her face disappeared immediately.

"It turned out that Your Excellency is the‘ night **** of death ’that is rumored outside. It seems that the people I sent to have caused me a big trouble.”

Although she said so, Mrs. Gao's complexion was still calm, even with a bit of irony in her tone.