Dark Savages Come To the United States

Matthew still stayed in his hut with a dazed face, and the killer monkey around him seemed a little impatient, jumping up and down.

"Monkey, you're talking to me, didn't you already know how to talk?"

Matthew pressed his face weakly, and the killer monkey around him would make a little irritability.

"I'm just a little bored."

Killer Monkey is very coherent when speaking now, and he has harassed Matthew a lot these days.

Killer Monkey glanced at Matthew, then directly put his hand into Matthew's backpack, took out his suit, and put it on one by one.

Matthew felt the movement of his backpack, and felt a little weak.

He and Killer Monkey have been bound together. Killer Monkey can put the things he picked up into Matthew's backpack, and naturally he can also take out what he needs from the backpack.

Although a little annoying, the good news is that Matthew will never miss the legendary equipment again, if you remove the problem of always pulling strange things out of the backpack.

"What are we going to do now?"

When Matthew said this, his face was actually not very good-looking.

Although he was knocked out immediately at that time, he was unavoidably worried about Jill's change.

Looking at the appearance of those ancestors at that time, it didn't seem very harmonious.

"Go to S.H.I.E.L.D.? I want to see if that bastard Nick Fury's expression changes when he sees the fact that I'm still alive."

Killer Monkey skillfully took out two pistols from the inside of his clothes, and inspected them before his eyes.

Great, no issues, exactly the same as when I put it in the backpack.

"Kach~"

The safety of the two pistols was skillfully released, and the killer monkey put them in front of his eyes and aimed.

"Let's go to the Hand too, I'm somewhat angry and need to vent."

Matthew gave his opinion, but Killer Monkey was noncommittal.

"Pets" cannot control the will of "owners".

This is the iron law.

"If you wish."

Killer Monkey bared his teeth, and his expression became weird.

He already sensed some unsightly things outside the house, and he thought that Matthew should have discovered those guys earlier than him.

"ha!"

Matthew uttered a battle cry directly, tore up the cheap suit on his body, and then took out a mace to resist on his shoulder.

The anger started to spread, and those ninjas were the best targets.

...

Downstairs, Killer Crocodile was walking down the road wearing a hood.

His appearance is so strange that he can be easily spotted.

According to the previous words, he would move slowly from the sewer, instead of standing majestically on the street.

But Leah's previous encounter with him had given him dignity as a human being.

A person's name, not a monster's code name.

This experience made him want to see the world people live in, so he saw a ninja in red chasing a big man with a helmet behind him!

"Huh? Are human beings so wild now?"

Killer Crocodile muttered to himself.

The big man's helmet looked like an aerospace helmet stolen from a museum, and the breath from the blunt weapon in his hand made Killer Crocodile tremble a little.

This is even sadder than when I met Batman, because Batman can't kill.

At most, it would be to lock him up, the spine that almost broke the guy named Bane last time, and that was obviously not Batman's intention.

Not liking to kill is not the same as not killing, Batman is the latter, that's called stubbornness.

"That ninja, stop for me!"

The big man chasing the ninja shouted from the inside, but his body movements didn't seem to speed up in the slightest.

From the point of view of Killer Crocodile, this is a vile trick.

Obviously, he could easily grab the opponent and tear him apart at will, but he didn't do so. It's just constantly putting pressure on the guy who escaped to achieve his own "bad" fun.

At this time, Killer Crocodile suddenly felt that life in the sewer was easier.

That big guy is Luke.

He's not idle enough to hunt for fun, he just wants to find the old nest of the Hand through this kind of pursuit.

I don't care what my actions look like in the eyes of others.

He wore a helmet, and not many people could recognize who he was.

As for the guys who could recognize him, Luke didn't mean to hide those people.

The ninja kept his head buried and continued to run, not maintaining the running posture that he could draw out his weapon at any time with his hands by his side at all.

They have tried to counter this kind of thing a long time ago, and the result is that they became him alone.

His hands are constantly swinging as he runs, and his running posture looks more standard than that of Bolt.

It's just that he still can't get rid of Luke behind him.

The ninja ran past Killer Crocodile, causing Killer Crocodile's expression to change.

That kind of smell and feeling is only found in a guy who does all kinds of evil.

Even if this kind of person is in Gotham City, he can be regarded as a middle-level person.

It is more than enough to be the leader of a small gang, and it is enough to be the leader of those large criminal groups.

Killer Crocodile restrained his plan to do something, and took a few steps back.

Since the guy being chased is a villain, the guys behind are either trying to eat black people or doing justice.

He is a wanted guy like a killer crocodile, and he dare not stay in this place, lest his true identity be discovered.

Then it was a little late.

The moment Luke passed the killer crocodile, his body paused for a moment, then he jumped up high and stepped on the ninja directly.

The feeling of being locked in made Killer Crocodile understand that he was still being targeted.

So he assumed a somewhat weird fighting pose.

Raise your hands, as if to grab each other.

Waylon Jones was an alien wrestler, and wrestling was the only kind of fighting technique he knew.

At other times, they rely on instinct to fight.

It's just that wrestling is rarely used as a fighting technique, because although the moves contain huge destructive power, the movements pay more attention to the "sense of ritual".

Wrestling is, after all, the realm of performance.

"who are you?"

Luke asked in a low voice, he felt an unpleasant feeling on Killer Crocodile.

A villain, the kind who was only close to being bad.

It's just that the guy in front of him seems to be hesitant, as if he is planning to turn his prodigal son back?

This was the first time Luke faced such a guy alone, and he also needed to make a choice alone.

To kill the other party completely, let this villain disappear or give it a chance?

"Waylon Jones, my name."

Killer Crocodile is already able to say his name fluently. During this journey, he has repeated the self-introduction when he faced Leah before.

"you are not a good person."

Luke said so, still standing on the hapless ninja.

He carefully controlled his strength so as not to send the killer away inadvertently.

Anger can ensure that these ninjas who were originally unkillable will disappear completely, but now he wants to keep this guy to find the old lair of the Hand.

"I'm not, but I want to live as a human being, instead of just staying in a dirty sewer forever, I just want what anyone can get, respect and not being looked at strangely on."

Killer Crocodile spoke slowly, the posture on his body did not relax.

He has tried countless times for verbal communication, but in most cases, the conversation will turn into a fight.

He wouldn't let his guard down, that's what experience told him.

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