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Cyborg opened the thick curtain of a tavern.

The door curtain was already covered with thick dust from the dust raised by the carriages rushing back and forth on the street.

Cyborg looked at the dust on his hands with disgust.

Doctor Strange had already entered the tavern, and by the way, the breeze caused by the collision and interaction of magic particles at his fingertips blew Cyborg's hands clean.

As soon as the two entered the pub, they saw a group of people surrounding the counter.

Business seems to be booming.

The men were shouting, beads of sweat rolling down their pale red cheeks.

The beads of sweat that rolled down had already covered the ravines and scars on the faces of these happy people, as well as the mountain-shaped burn marks.

So much so that when Cyborg and Doctor Strange walked towards these people.

They smelled the pungent stench of sweat.

Although the two of them didn't say much.

But there was still a fleeting moment of displeasure flashing across his expression. among these merry crowds.

Sitting there were two men, the two men exchanging daggers.

It was a dagger whose edges were tempered and looked as beautiful as a sapphire in a dream.

One of them was a fat and greasy man, with deep wrinkles and grooves appearing on his face due to fear and trembling, causing sweat to accumulate in the deep grooves like water.

After hearing the words"speed up".

My legs, which were already trembling slightly, could no longer hold up.

His knees hit the strong oak-textured corners of the table legs.

The bruises are dark red.

He was muttering"I give up, I give up", and his feet ran away without a trace as if they had been greased or stepped on soap.

The face of the man sitting next to him showed the joy of victory.

According to the rules of this round of sharp finger stabbing, the losing side (cebh) has to pay out of his own pocket to buy a glass of light beer for the winner.

The man who had just won had drunk enough light beer in this pub, but he had not yet paid a coin.

He picked up the newly added glass of light beer on the table and slowly looked at his trophy with a faint smile on his face.

At this time, a man's voice came from behind him

"Do you want to spar with me?"

The winner didn't even turn to look at the man behind him.

He just put down the light beer in his hand gently

"Then be prepared to pay extra for a light beer."

The battler sat next to the winner.

Only then did the winner see the face of the battler.

It was Cyborg.

Cyborg patted Deadpool on the shoulder.

"Little bitch, the time when you were willing to use your relationship with the goddess of death to bet your life and death is over. Now, do you want to join the occult team led by Kasha?

Deadpool smiled:"Of course I do.""

The three of them then paid for themselves, drank a lot and left the tavern.

The air outside was the hottest time.

The three of them walked together on the street that seemed to have few pedestrians due to the heat wave erosion.

There was a gentle breeze. Slow down.

Cyborg, Doctor Strange and Deadpool were not the only ones standing in the wind. (To read exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

There were also five men in black suits.

One of them even had a knife in his hand. He is wearing an iconic Chicago typewriter.

Under the scorching sun, the barrel shows a thin layer of gilt-like lines and colors.

The man is wearing a pair of gold-rimmed sunglasses, and the engravings on the legs of the sunglasses are still from Brother The representative steel bridge structure of Tan Bridge

"You son of a bitch, you just drank light beer in the pub all morning, right?"[]

The man with the submachine gun said every word.

The toothpick in his mouth moved up and down with the corners of his squirming mouth.

Deadpool felt a little curious.

Although he had been drinking light beers all morning, the total price of those beers did not exceed three dollars.

This is not a price worthy of being shot in the street by a killer.

No killer would put a bullet in his target's chest or forehead for three dollars.

But now what happened to Deadpool seriously alerted him.

Maybe the bullet in this Chicago typewriter will pierce his chest in the next second.

This is really an incredible thing.

Cyborg just pulled the collar up.

He didn't want to let these five gangsters see that he turned out to be a steel monster at the intensification point of this conflict.

Doctor Strange stepped up at this critical point, and now he's going to be the mediator

"I wonder if there is a misunderstanding?"

"Those few beers only add up to two or three dollars. If that's the reason, I can pay you now."

These five men obviously did not come for this reason.

With Dr. Strange's words, the expressions on their faces did not change at all.

At this time, a depressed and dull voice came from behind the five men. Come

"The reason why I want to kill you is because my girlfriend lost her soul after admiring this damn man's sharp knife in the pub."

"Now you know how to die, kid."

This voice came from the mouth of a man with a shark head and a height of nearly three meters. The visitor turned out to be Nanawi, the Shark King.