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Ant-Man Dr. Pym and Hulk heard Kasha's respectful arrangement for the first time.

The expressions on their faces immediately relaxed.

Antarctica and the Ancient God were fighting for two, and they hadn't had a good fight yet.

It's a good time to stretch your muscles.

Chat and spar with Carmine Falcone's gangsters at the Iceberg Club in Wayne Tower.

Kasha did not forget to warn Ant-Man, Dr. Pym and the Hulk.

The most important target is Carmine Falcone.

Let the remaining ants go as far as they can.

After all, killing them wouldn't do much good.

Hulk was a little hesitant after hearing this.

But Dr. Ant-Man Pym agreed simply and neatly.

For Dr. Pym.

Being able to move my muscles and bones and stretch myself, I haven't had the fighting skills to stretch myself in a long time.

These are already pretty good.

The Incredible Hulk, who had just been in the form of Dr. Bruce Banner.

Now he explodes and transforms into the powerful Hulk.

Dr. Pym, Ant-Man, is not to be outdone.

He changed out of his plain tailor-shop style outfit.

Wearing his own Ant-Man suit made of nanorobots.

The two of them walked towards the entrance of the Iceberg Club with great courage.

At noon, the breeze carries dust and extremely high levels of atmospheric pollutants.

The sun was obscured by gray-brown clouds.

Gotham City in the entire Cthulhu multiverse is immersed in the environmental pollution caused by the vigorous development of the industrial revolution.

Kasha and Constantine were in this free time.

Is there an option to wait in front of the Wayne Tower where the Iceberg Club is located.

The whistle of steam echoed from building to building.

Constantine is a native of Gotham in the Cthulhu universe.

Decide to do your best to be a landlord.

Take Kasha to visit the steampunk-style folk customs of Gotham City in the Cthulhu Multiverse.

The two disappeared around the corner.

On the other side, Hulk and Ant-Man Dr. Pym have also entered the Iceberg Club.

Those two bodyguards with Chicago typewriters.

Now lying on the ground.

Their little lives remain in their fallen bodies.

The Hulk saved a hand before killing them.

It was reserved for them, their last breath.

In order to prevent passers-by from seeing the front of the Iceberg Club.

Not two passed out bodyguards.

But two corpses.

After entering the Iceberg Club.

Jazz-style music echoed in the dark and cramped building.

The lighting is very dim.

Even though it's twelve o'clock noon.

But now in the Iceberg Club.

It’s already a carnival day and night.

One of the drunkards just stepped out of the drinking pool. (To read exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

He exudes the pungent smell of cherry wine.

And the sour smell that some cheese snacks give off after vomiting.

This drunkard after seeing Ant-Man, Dr. Pym and the Incredible Hulk.

A smile suddenly appeared on the originally expressionless face

"If I remember correctly, there is no masquerade party today."[]

"So what kind of entertainment are you two here to participate in?"

There is nothing wrong with his two sentences.

He is now just a happy drunkard in the eyes of Ant-Man, Dr. Pym and the Hulk.

But what the drunkard said the next second It broke his impressions in the hearts of Ant-Man, Dr. Pym and the Hulk.......

I saw him speaking hesitantly

"So you two are the new clowns of the Iceberg Club?"

When he asked this question, he had a frivolous smile on his face.

This instantly angered the Hulk.

The next second, the drunk man was picked up by the neck.

The whole figure looked like an eagle grabbing a chicken. General.

He was thrown out hard.

He rolled crazily on the steps.

His forehead bumped back and forth on the sharp steps.

Blood marks and open wounds appeared on it.

At the same time, the cherry wine he had just drank too much was now in his stomach. He was tumbling.

Along with thick vomit, gushing out from his mouth and nostrils.

He kept rolling down the long steps of the Iceberg Club. He rolled for a long time and did not stop until he reached the bottom of the ground.

His head rested on Next to the sewer wellhead.

For a while, he could no longer distinguish between the stench of his own vomit and the stench permeating the sewer wellhead.

He struggled to get up.

At this time, he suddenly felt someone grabbing the clothes behind his back.

He directly He picked it up at 4.0.

In front of him was a scholar-like man with a bookish doctoral style.

There were wisps of white hair among the slightly curly black hair.

His expression was very serious.

Ask the drunk man directly Han Road

"Is this the Iceberg Club?"

Proving that the drunkard who obviously didn't have a high emotional intelligence once again verbally contradicted this extraordinary man with strands of white hair.

"There is an advertising light sign behind me, and the words on it should be recognizable even to the drug addicts in the slums."

The drunkard who proved his harsh words said slowly.

The next second he felt like he was punched in the abdomen.