I became a weirdo in Marvel

Chapter 178 Assassin (Daily 300010000st Day )

South America.

The cityscape here is like a painting of sharp contrasts, with the glittering and magnificent wealthy areas coexisting with the dirty and chaotic slums.

The skyscrapers in the wealthy area sparkle in the sun, as if showing off their luxury and prosperity to the world.

However, just a few steps away are the narrow alleys, dilapidated houses and stinking garbage dumps of the slum.

Everything here seems so dark, as if forgotten in the corner of time.

In the slums, theft, murder and looting are rampant, which is more terrifying than hell.

There is no protection of the law here, and the power of the police is useless here.

The ones who really control this place are the gangs, and the Viper Gang is one of them.

Jack has been an orphan since childhood and grew up under the protection of the Viper Gang.

There were two hideous scars on his face, one of which extended from his forehead to under his eye.

This is the medal he got when he was a kid a few years ago and participated in a large-scale gang fight.

During that gunfight, a machete grazed the corner of his eye and almost caused him to lose his eyesight.

Whenever he looked in the mirror and saw the scar, he was overwhelmed with mixed emotions, a mixture of fear and pride.

He was afraid of the near-fatal experience, but proud of the scar that earned him respect and status in the Viper Gang.

Today, Jack has become a small boss managing a bar in the red-light district.

The bar's neon lights flicker at night, attracting all kinds of people to come in for excitement and pleasure.

Of course, what is mainly sold here is not alcohol, but those shady transactions.

That night, the bar was brightly lit and the music was deafening.

Jack sat behind the bar, looking around with a stern look.

Suddenly, a younger brother came running over excitedly, with an unconcealable joy on his face.

"Boss, I saw a good deal." The younger brother's voice was particularly clear in the noisy environment.

Jack raised his head, a hint of curiosity and alertness flashing in his eyes. He seemed to see his own shadow in this younger brother, the impulse to prove himself impatiently.

"Is it difficult?" Jack's voice was low and calm, as if he was measuring the value of a commodity.

"It's not difficult. She is alone and has no companions. She seems to be a solo backpacker." The younger brother answered excitedly, with anticipation gleaming in his eyes.

Jack nodded, motioning for his younger brother to continue.

He knew that lone backpackers were the easiest targets in the slums.

Without the protection of their companions, they appear particularly vulnerable.

"She looks like a foreigner, probably here for tourism," the younger brother added, with a sly glint in his eyes.

Jack pondered for a while, thinking about the feasibility of this action.

Cases of foreign tourists disappearing in slums occur frequently, and the police are unable to track them down.

A feeling of excitement and anticipation surged in his heart. This might be an opportunity to make a fortune.

"Take me to see it." Jack stood up with a cold light in his eyes.

The younger brother nodded and led Jack through the bar and out to the street, with two muscular thugs following behind him.

The slums seemed particularly eerie at night. The alleys were quiet except for occasional whispers and footsteps.

Jack followed behind his younger brother, observing his surroundings vigilantly.

They soon arrived at a shabby hotel.

The younger brother pointed to a window on the second floor and whispered, "She's in that room. Here, here's the key."

Jack nodded, signaled his younger brother to guard the door, and he went upstairs quietly with the two strong men.

His heartbeat gradually quickened and he felt a long-lost excitement.

He turned the door lock with the key and gently pushed it open. He saw a young woman sitting on the bed, packing her backpack with her head down.

Her blonde hair gleamed in the dim light, making it stand out.

Jack and two strong men walked into the room. The woman raised her head when she heard the noise, and a trace of fear flashed in her eyes.

She obviously had not expected someone to break into her room.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?" The woman's voice trembled and she seemed extremely helpless.

Jack sneered and slowly approached her, with a cold light in his eyes: "Don't be afraid, I just want to talk to you."

The woman obviously didn't believe his words and tried to escape in panic.

However, without Jack's signal, two strong men stepped forward, each grabbed one of her wrists, and pressed her down on the bed.

The sturdy man was very strong and the woman couldn't break free at all.

"Let me go! Help!" The woman struggled desperately, her voice echoing in the small room.

Jack looked at her coldly, without a trace of pity in his heart.

He knew that no one in this world would come to save her. The rule of the slums is the survival of the fittest, and only the strong can survive.

"Don't waste your energy."

Jack whispered with a hint of threat in his tone: "Your only choice now is to listen to me, otherwise you will regret it." A trace of despair flashed in the woman's eyes. She knew that she was powerless to resist and could only succumb to the cold man in front of her.

Her body gradually relaxed and tears glistened in her eyes.

Jack looked at her expression and felt a mixture of emotions.

He knew that he had completely fallen and become a part of this dark world.

However, he also knew that this was the only way to survive.

In this slum, only the most callous and ruthless can survive.

"Be obedient and I won't hurt you." Jack whispered with a hint of comfort in his tone. He didn't want this rare cargo to be damaged.

The woman nodded, her eyes still filled with fear.

Jack raised the corner of his mouth and tilted his head: "Take her away."

As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the room suddenly went out and the whole house fell into darkness.

Jack was suddenly startled, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, beating wildly.

His pupils dilated rapidly, trying to catch a glimmer of light in the darkness, but all he saw was pitch black, as if the whole world had been swallowed up.

Before he could react, a cool breeze suddenly blew from behind him.

The wind was bitingly cold and circled around his neck like an icy snake, making him shudder.

Jack couldn't help but shiver all over, as if countless cold hands were gently stroking his back.

Feeling the cold, an inexplicable fear rose in his heart.

Then, he seemed to feel a sharp pain in his neck, as if it had been scratched by something sharp.

Jack reached out and touched it, and came out with a sticky liquid.

In the darkness, he couldn't see what it was, but the wet touch gave him a fright.

"My throat was cut?" This thought flashed through Jack's mind, and he was suddenly terrified.

He tried to shout, but all that came out of his throat were intermittent "ho ho ho" sounds.

His vocal cords were also cut, and he could only cover his throat and fall to the ground in pain.

Blood flowed through the gaps between his fingers, staining his collar red.

Jack raised his head with difficulty, and as his eyes adjusted to the darkness a little, he glanced around with blurry vision.

The two thugs he brought with him also fell to the ground like him, with blood flowing from their throats.

Their eyes were wide open, filled with fear and unwillingness, as if they could not understand what was happening even at the last moment.

Jack turned his gaze to the other end of the room, and there seemed to be a blurry figure like a ghost in front of the woman.

The figure was as terrifying as the god of death. He stood there quietly, as if blending into the darkness. Only his cold eyes flashed in the darkness.

Jack's eyes widened, the light in them gradually fading. His vitality was rapidly fading, and his consciousness was gradually becoming blurred.

At the last moment before he was about to lose consciousness, he seemed to hear the woman's scream.

Listening to the screams in his ears, Eddie frowned and said in a low voice: "If you don't want to die, get out of here quickly."

After saying this, he ignored the frightened woman and quickly blended into the shadows.

He went downstairs and saw the younger brother also lying in a pool of blood.

Edi lowered his hood over his head to hide his face and walked into the alley.

This wasn't the first group of people he had killed.

From the gift of the gods, Eddie not only obtained the enormous mysterious power, but also a lot of mysterious knowledge.

He finally realized that the assassin's potion he drank also contained mysterious power from the gods.

After all, these mysterious powers came from gods. After drinking the potion, part of the power changed his body and made him stronger.

But most of the power is still hidden in his body, causing auditory hallucinations.

If this goes on for a long time, even if he is not tortured into a madman, he will sooner or later lose control and become a monster, or even explode and die, leaving only a pile of minced meat.

Therefore, he could only use the acting method he learned from the mysterious knowledge to digest the potion in his body.

So he played the role of an assassin, specifically targeting those who did evil, and in just one night he assassinated nearly twenty people.

When Eddie first started killing people, he felt a little uncomfortable, but when he thought of the sacrifices of Coulson and others, he hardened his heart.

He felt it was worth it to exchange his life for a group of damned people. He still had important things to do and couldn't just die like this.

At least, give that so-called god a beating!
As time went by, Eddie became more and more skilled, as if he had really become an assassin. If he didn't move, he would kill someone.

Many times, those who were killed by him could not find his figure and fell into eternal sleep.

Walking in the dim alley, Eddie clenched his fists lightly. He could clearly feel the mysterious power being digested in his body, truly becoming a power that he could control.

However, it's not enough.

He still needs more killing to make himself stronger.

Fortunately, there is no shortage of damned people here.

(End of this chapter)