Godslayer in the Marvel Universe

Chapter 3 If nothing unexpected happens

The happiness of the rich is unimaginable to ordinary people.

vice versa.

He picked up the body in front of his bodyguards, housekeeper, and maid last night; there's no way he can hide it from anyone.

What about today?

Louis and his companion remained silent, but their strange expressions clearly conveyed a question:

Is this a corpse destined to sink to the bottom of the sea?

Is the boss going to use X before killing?

You used to be just a playboy, but now you've finally taken that step, right?

The butler, who was in his fifties, was quite capable. He silently turned off the tablet, the "Beauty Compendium" on it flashing by, then straightened up and gave Louis and his companion a disapproving look: "What are you thinking about? This young lady is just not feeling well."

Anger, his scalp tingling, struggled for a long time before finally managing to utter, "It's not what you think. She... she's an extraordinary being like Batman. I plan to place her in my island vacation home."

Oh--

The three of them immediately showed expressions of relief.

Keeping someone like this, who's like a ticking time bomb, at home is a recipe for disaster. It's better to get rid of them as soon as possible.

If they handled things casually last night, Louis and his companion's attitude immediately became much more serious today. They first called a maid to carry the unconscious Wonder Woman onto a beach chair that served as a stretcher, and then carried her downstairs to the extended Lincoln.

Frank, the butler, silently opened the tablet again, revealing the "Compendium of Beauties" inside: "Young Master, I have no right to question your decision, but I think mortal girls are more suitable for you."

Normally, Ang would have exclaimed: "Wow! This tablet is so white, no, so big!"

Now, two dark lines appeared on Ang's forehead: "I, um... uh..."

He was like an uncooked, unprocessed intestine that had fallen into his crotch—nothing he said could make sense.

Feeling resentful, he simply didn't go back and strode downstairs.

The butler's voice came from behind: "Young master, I will have the maid prepare the holiday home on the island."

Ang's mind was in a mess.

Wonder Woman, as a core member of the Justice League, is of exceptional character and combat prowess. He has no reason to sell her out.

Wonder Woman is sexy, beautiful, and incredibly devoted. The only downside is that whoever marries her should be prepared to die twice.

This hellish joke is really cold!

Throughout the journey, Ang didn't even bother to appreciate the interior of his luxury car or the surrounding scenery.

For safety, the butler dispatched all of his bodyguards, with two bulletproof SUVs protecting the extended Lincoln from the front and rear.

The eight bodyguards were equipped with legally modified M4 automatic rifles with 100-round drum magazines.

This is essential in Gotham City, which has a good reputation for safety.

Ang was still panicked.

Having money is a great thing in most worlds, but in Gotham, you also need at least the ability to develop cutting-edge technology to survive.

This lineup is passable against the Penguin Gang's henchmen, but as soon as Wonder Woman's opponent jumps out, she can only gleefully call GG.

Call the police?

Don't even think about it.

Other police departments might have a little ink mixed in with water, but the Gotham Police Department is mud mixed with water. Apart from Police Chief Gordon, who the hell is clean?

Actually, the moment he stepped out, Ang had considered keeping a low profile, but unfortunately this was Gotham City, where Murphy's Law was frequently applied—so the worst was bound to happen.

Ang decided to arm himself to the teeth.

His convoy had just left his suburban mansion and had been driving on the edge of Gotham City for less than ten minutes when he suddenly felt a pang of anxiety.

He instinctively thought it was an illusion, because when he turned his head to look, the three-story abandoned building, which was now just a frame, seemed to be deserted.

If you don't feel anything, then something must be wrong!

Ang gritted his teeth: "Everyone be on high alert, we're being watched."

Louis and his men were immediately alarmed and silently placed their fingers on the safety of their rifles.

As the convoy drove out of sight, a beautiful figure emerged from behind the iron frame on the third floor of the dilapidated building.

She had a hot figure, wearing a black leather jacket and fishnet stockings. If Ang saw her, he would definitely recognize her as the beautiful woman who sang on stage at the nightclub last night.

She turned on her headset and whispered, "Boss, it seems my surveillance has been detected. The target has decent firepower; I see at least five big guns."

A deep, cold voice came from the other end: "It doesn't matter, Miss Lance, please continue the surveillance."

"Yes, Boss!"

Two minutes later, Ang received an unknown call in the car.

He knew he had to answer the phone: "Hello!"

A deep, sinister male voice came from the other end of the phone: "No one can take away what doesn't belong to him from the Black Mask Club."

Ang felt a chill travel from his tailbone all the way to the back of his head, and his whole body went numb from the cold.

Damn it!

How stupid was the previous owner of this body to actually go to the lair of Roman Beve Seanness, one of the Gotham City mob bosses nicknamed "Black Mask," for pleasure?

Even if he had a mission that could cost him his life if he failed, and even if he had just arrived in Gotham and didn't understand the current situation, he couldn't betray Wonder Woman; that was his bottom line.

Besides, what's a black mask anyway!

Ang replied in a similarly deep voice, "That's nothing! That's a distinguished guest of Mr. Bruce Wayne. Mr. Siennis, are you sure you want to make an enemy of the Wayne family?"

Ang doesn't know if the Justice League was formed at this point in time.

Mr. Wei, since you call yourself the guardian of Gotham City, if you're not the one to take the blame, then who is?

Ang's attempt to use someone else's name as a pretext immediately put the other side in a difficult position.

The underworld has intricate connections with the wealthy.

To get rich, you first need to have money.

If there aren't that many rich people, where would they go to rob them?

Not to mention that Ang took advantage of the information asymmetry of the transmigrators, immediately pointing out their identities and even invoking Lord Wayne's name.

This left Mr. Black Mask a little dazed.

This is the most complicated situation: the other party knows your background, but you don't know theirs. As a meticulous leader, Black Mask had to consider more factors and became hesitant to act rashly, silently hanging up the phone.

Sinnis, incredibly frustrated, yelled at one of his assistants, "Haven't you found out anything about that kid yet?"

The assistant said timidly, "We can't find anything. We can only confirm that he has a black-label bank card at Wayne Bank, and his credit rating is four A's."

"What the hell?"

"Well, this level of customer information is considered top secret by the bank and is strictly protected."

"What else?"

"The usage rights of this black card are a bit strange. It doesn't allow any investments or entry into casinos; it's only for personal daily spending."

"What? What kind of setup is this? Is he Bruce Wayne's biological son?"

The assistant shrank back and stopped talking.

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Ang smiled slightly.

Louis, the bodyguard sitting opposite Ang, glanced at Wonder Woman, who was reclining on the handcrafted leather sofa and occasionally frowning, then looked at his boss and swallowed hard: "Is this lady really Mr. Wayne's distinguished guest?"

"Of course. But Mr. Wayne is unavailable right now, so we'll have to protect her for the time being."

The bodyguards breathed a sigh of relief.

Having scared off the black mask, Ang's heart was still pounding. His retinal screen showed Wonder Woman radiating a faint divine power.

To ordinary people, she is nothing special, but to extraordinary people, she is undoubtedly a beacon in the darkness, dazzlingly bright.

"Damn it." Ang muttered to himself, thinking: Does my cheat ability only have one useless display function?

As if mocking someone, one of Ang's skills was highlighted on the retina:

[Basic Shooting Lv5]!

As a playboy in Gotham City, he spends his free time going to shooting clubs, which is very "Beaver".

Based on his memory, Ang silently opened a hidden compartment next to his seat and took out a short MP5K submachine gun that was only about thirty centimeters long.

In urban warfare, this thing offers unparalleled flexibility.

He pulled out the magazine with thirty bullets to check it, thought about it, and then replaced it with the insane 120-round magazine.

Not only that, he also quietly put on a bulletproof vest.

His actions made the two bodyguards opposite him even paler.

This is not over yet.

Ang pulled out two grenades, tucked them inside his pants, and gave the person opposite him a disdainful look: "As an honest and law-abiding citizen, hiding grenades in your crotch is perfectly reasonable, isn't it?"

Louis Qian laughed, "Very reasonable! Very reasonable!"

As they spoke, they attached bulletproof metal inserts to their body armor and put on their tactical helmets.

Now, the bodyguards have been upgraded from wearing ordinary, close-fitting Kevlar bulletproof vests to being fully equipped.

then……

If nothing unexpected happens, something unexpected is about to happen.

Just as the convoy was driving past an abandoned factory, several heads suddenly popped out from the pile of scrap metal, and then a few sparks lit up.

Louis was terrified, his face drained of color. He lunged at Ang while shouting in a distorted voice, "Api Chicken—"

(End of this chapter)