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He spat out a mouthful of red bloody phlegm.

Nikita held the rifle in both hands and pointed the muzzle out of the wall.

Keep firing back.

Attracting their attention.

This really works.

No one noticed the utility room next to the body.

Nikita kept sticking her head out to make sure that the gunmen had passed the door of the utility room. Then she made a gesture to Natasha, and the two of them retreated towards the passage behind them.

Keith Howard listened to the sound of gunfire in the distance.

But he didn't want to pay any attention.

Walked into the Italian exhibition area.

Here are various oil paintings from Italy.

There are landscape paintings, figure paintings, and some religious portraits.

As a Christian country, Italy has always had various legends about gods and ghosts.

For example, at this moment, Keith Howard is facing this portrait.

This is a picture of an angel teaching. An angel with wings, naked, is falling from the sky. There is golden light on his body. His finger is pointing at the people kneeling on the ground. They look extremely holy.

but!

If you look carefully.

You will find that behind the angel, there is a black shadow grinning sinisterly.

Although this is just a still portrait.

But when Keith Howard saw it, he still felt a chill down his spine and his hair stood on end.

Keith Howard took a deep breath.

Then he raised his fist, and the next second he smashed it towards the explosion-proof glass in front of him. Flames and a whirlwind visible to the naked eye quickly condensed on the top of his fist. Geese Howard gritted his teeth, with a painful expression on his face.

Fierce Wind Fist!

"Boom!"

The fist and the explosion-proof glass collided heavily.

That's why it's on explosion-proof glass that can withstand assault rifles.

A striking fist mark immediately appeared.

Withdrew his fist.

Keith Howard muttered, "Interesting."

Then, he quickly pumped his fist and struck forward again. This time, in addition to the whirlwind flames, there were also eye-catching blue electric sparks flashing on his fist.

Lightning kicks back!

"Boom!"

The dull sound was heard again.

It was as if thunder had exploded out of nowhere.

It was also like a giant pile driver, hammering the ground hard.

The explosion-proof glass vibrated rapidly, and dense cracks covered the surface of the explosion-proof glass.

Keith Howard did not hesitate.

Instead, he kept punching him one after another.

Fierce Wind Fists, Flying Sun Wheel Slash, Thunder Burial Fist... The entire Italian exhibition hall seemed to have turned into a Hollywood blockbuster filming site, with flames, lightning and wind flashing, and the cracks on the nearly half-meter thick explosion-proof glass gradually deepened. The black shadow on the surface of the oil painting originally hidden under the explosion-proof glass seemed to be constantly flickering between the lightning and the fire.

"Snapped!"

Accompanied by the last punch.

The explosion-proof glass shattered completely.

Countless pieces of glass scattered in all directions like flowers from heaven.

Keith Howard faced the broken, sharp pieces of glass with an expressionless face. He allowed the shards to cut his body, but his eyes were always fixed on the painting in front of him.

He reached out and touched the oil painting in front of him.

It was as if it sensed the arrival of his hand.

A hexagram pattern appeared in the black shadow.

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Fisk was blocked.

He was blocked by a group of men dressed in black.

"SHIELD?

Is there such a bureau in the US government? "Fisk looked at the business card in his hand and looked at the person in front of him with a smile.

"Sorry, we belong to a special agency. We can't be found in the government sequence."

"Then it's fake." Fisk threw the business card away, but the men in black in front of him didn't want him to leave.

"We have reasonable suspicion that you are involved in the ongoing terrorist activities inside. Now we would like to ask you to go back with us to investigate." The person in front of him was a middle-aged man with ordinary looks. It was he who had just led people to block Fisk and handed over his business card.

"Were you from the CIA before?" Fisk suddenly asked a strange question.

"Yes, I was indeed transferred from the CIA."

"Oh, no wonder, you have a smell that I hate!

What is that smell? I remembered it was the smell of dog shit. Fisko looked down at him and said, "Get out of my way now, dog shit!"

“Sorry, we can’t come out if you don’t cooperate.

Don’t blame us then.” The men in black put their hands on their waists.

"Officer, that's them. They stopped us from leaving!" Gwen pulled two policemen over. When the policemen saw the actions of the men in black, they immediately put their hands on their waists nervously and shouted, "What are you doing? What are you doing? What's in your waist? Put your hands up."

It would not have mattered if he hadn't yelled, but as soon as he yelled, the police around him all turned their eyes over.

It's no wonder that they are so nervous when they find such a vicious case in such a place.

The man standing in front of Fisk said nothing.

He just waved behind him, and all the men in black raised their hands.

At the same time, a man in black walked towards the highest-ranking police officer on the scene, took out his ID, and announced that he was taking over the scene.

The inspector looked at the ID and had a strange look on his face, but he still nodded and asked the police to disperse. Gwen frowned and watched everything in front of her. She originally thought that calling the police would help Fisk out, but she didn't expect the police to be useless.

Fisk stared at everything happening before his eyes with an expressionless face.

"Mr. Fisk, now you believe in our legitimacy?"

"What's your name?"

"Phil Coulson."

"Tsk, tsk, nice name, but I still refuse because you don't have an arrest warrant." Fisk shrugged and was about to move forward with Gwen. However, Phil Coulson was not willing to give in and blocked him again, "We don't need an arrest warrant!"

"You mean to say that you are above American law!"

"This is a special law approved by the President!" Phil Coulson's tone was lukewarm and really deserved a beating.

Fisk was too lazy to waste time with him here.

He put his hand on Phil Coulson's shoulder, lowered his head and said, "Go away, this is your last chance."

Phil Coulson looked up fearlessly, but met Fisk's eyes that were as deep as black holes.

Phil Coulson had always been lukewarm, like cotton.

But after seeing Fisk's eyes, his body couldn't help but tremble. It was a fear that came from the depths of his soul, which made him subconsciously take a step back.

However, he still gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Fisk, you said you had nothing to do with what happened in there, so what evidence do you have to prove your innocence?"

"Phil Coulson? I find you shameless. Why should I prove my innocence? What does this have to do with me?" Fisk found it a little funny. These American authorities are really arrogant. Why should they prove their innocence?

"Because we have reason to suspect that you have a direct relationship with what is happening inside."

"Tsk tsk tsk, it turns out that the people from SHIELD are all parrots." Fisk was too lazy to pay attention to him. He pushed him away and prepared to leave. The men in black behind him surrounded them, but Fisk just glared at them. His deep eyes made them stand still immediately, not daring to move.

However, after taking a few steps, Fisk's phone suddenly rang.

It's an unknown number.

Just connect it and put it next to your ear.

Mrs. Osborne's voice came from the phone, "Mr. Fisk, are you out yet?"

"Yes, Mrs. Osborne, are you still in there?"

"Yes...can I ask you to do me a favor?"

"Ok?"

Nikita was hiding in the corner, the rifle in her hand had long run out of bullets. She held the dagger in one hand and the other hand tightly grasped the phone, her eyes fixed on the man who was holding a human head and drawing a hexagram symbol on the ground not far away.

She hated Natasha now.

The entire art gallery has now become a demon’s arena.

Once the hexagram is completed, the entire art gallery will be isolated from the outside world.

By that time, only one person in the entire art gallery will be able to walk out alive, and that person will be the final winner.

The winner will also receive the Crown of Shabak!

Become the devil's spokesperson in the world!

The reason why she knew this information was that at this moment everyone in the art gallery automatically received this information, and they had all become candidates, including Harry Osborn in the utility room.

It’s impossible to get out now.