American comics: To become a god at the beginning, I choose to practice both science and magic

Iron Fist took the poisoned Daredevil through the streets and alleys, groping in the dark, and finally came to a bar called "Luke's.Bar".

There was a sign "CLOSED" hanging inside the door, and it was not open tonight.

But Iron Fist didn't care about this, he went up and knocked on the door of the bar.

"Luke, Luke! You should be here!" He knocked for several minutes before he heard the word "Fuck" from inside the door.

Then the door opened a crack, revealing a round black head: "What are you doing here, you bastard?"

Then he saw Iron Fist in uniform, and he was even more upset: "Can you not run to me when you are working? What if you lead those guys to me?"

Luke Cage, one of the super soldier transformation experimenters, has an invulnerable body and strength far beyond ordinary people.

Iron Fist didn't care about his cold words. "Four Six Zero" walked forward familiarly and pushed Luke in.

"I'm sorry to bother you so late, but we are in trouble now and need your help!"

"You guys?"

Only then did Luke see that there was another person behind Iron Fist, a guy wearing a red tights and devil horns on his head.

"You've brought me trouble again!"

Luke cursed, but still made way for Iron Fist to bring Daredevil in.

When passing by, Daredevil whispered: "Thank you!"

Luke waved his hand and didn't care.

There were emergency medical kits in the bar, but those things were fine for treating external injuries, but they couldn't be used to detoxify.

As time passed, Daredevil's subcutaneous veins began to slowly turn black.

"He's been poisoned." Luke's expression was a little serious. "You should go to the hospital, not come to me."

But Iron Fist was confident: "I have a way to force the poison out. You help me watch him. If he loses too much blood, you should stop the bleeding immediately."

Luke nodded in agreement.

Then Iron Fist took Daredevil, whose mind was already a little blurred, to sit cross-legged. He sat cross-legged behind Daredevil, and his hands were full of energy. Golden light emerged from under his skin, and glowing bones and blood vessels could be vaguely seen.

No matter how many times he saw it, Luke thought it was simply amazing. He watched from the side and marveled.

Iron Fist put his palms on Daredevil's back, and the energy came out from the acupuncture points of his hands, penetrated into Daredevil's body, and traveled along the meridians around the opponent's body, driving the toxins in the blood vessels to move.

In this process, the toxins were separated, gathered, and then gathered in the throat.

Iron Fist suddenly pressed down his palms, and Daredevil was struck by lightning. He was shocked and a mouthful of black blood spurted out of his mouth, splashing onto the opposite wall, emitting an unbearable stench.

There was also a little blood flowing from the corner of Daredevil's mouth. At first it was a little black, but gradually, the color returned to red.

"Luke, stop the bleeding!"

"Got it." Luke lowered his head and started to work.

After more than ten minutes, Daredevil finally got out of danger, and his breathing and vital signs gradually returned to normal.

"What are you angry about? No matter how many times I see it, I think it's amazing that it can even cure poison?"

Iron Fist exhaled a breath of turbid air: "My cultivation is relatively low. If it weren't for the power of the dragon, I wouldn't be able to do this at all."

He didn't say too much about this matter, but quickly talked about another thing: "Luke, you have seen the current situation in Hell's Kitchen, don't you plan to do something?"

"What? I'm just an ordinary bar owner, what can I do?" Luke said calmly.

"Normal? Can ordinary people lift a car? Can ordinary people face bullets without any injury?"

Iron Fist complained: "Also, you took a punch from me, but nothing happened. This is not normal at all!"

When the two met for the first time, there was a misunderstanding. Iron Fist couldn't hit Luke with ordinary fists and feet, so he had to use the air fist. As a result, Luke was only slightly injured.

Luke seemed to remember the punch at that time, and rubbed his face uncomfortably: "Actually, it's not completely useless. It still hurts."

"Man, normal people who took my punch are lucky to be alive..."

"Anyway, I don't want to get involved in your problems. When the sun rises, you can leave!" Luke put on a look of keeping people away.

"Well, even if it's not for us or Hell's Kitchen, but we are fighting with the gangs, your place will be affected."

Iron Fist continued: "Can your bar really make money if it's only open during the day?" (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Everyone knows that the most profitable time for a bar is at night, but in Hell's Kitchen now, no one dares to come out at night. Even the gang members have their own things to do. Luke has not been open at night for several days.

If this continues, he won't be able to pay the rent for next month...

This pain point was pointed out by Iron Fist, and Luke's face suddenly became tangled. He really didn't want to be involved in these things anymore. He just wanted to do some business honestly.

"I'm not saying anything bad about you, but how can someone who really wants to do business with peace of mind open a store in Hell's Kitchen?" Iron Fist continued to complain.

Luke just glanced at him calmly: "Because no one here will discriminate against my skin color."

With his ability, he can live well in such a place where the official power is not so strong. Anyway, no gang fight can hurt him.

At this time, a weak voice suddenly sounded: "But at the same time, no one here cares about your life."

"Daredevil? What are you talking about?"

"They are here!"

Daredevil's hearing can cover several blocks, so he easily captured the enemy's attack.

Before Luke could ask, there was a loud noise from outside. He opened the door and leaned his head toward the bar front desk, and was immediately hit in the head by a bullet.

Then there was a dense rain of bullets, which tore his clothes into pieces in just a few seconds.

But Luke himself was unharmed!

Daredevil almost doubted his hearing, and he turned to Iron Fist: "Who is your friend...?"

"I don't know either." Iron Fist shrugged. "I only know that he is very tough!"

Daredevil could not deny this, and Luke's performance reminded him of another person who performed amazingly.

0.2 "How dare you shoot in my bar?!"

Luke saw that the bar hall was pitted by bullets, and he was furious. He covered his face with one hand and rushed directly towards the gunman!

"He's not afraid of bullets! Everyone, retreat!"

But it was already late. Luke quickly approached one of them, swung his fist, and directly knocked the unlucky gunman away. []

The man didn't respond after landing, and it was unknown whether he was dead or unconscious.

Luke continued to rush towards the next person. The man dropped his rifle, pulled out a samurai sword from his back, and chopped at Luke's head.

With a "clang", the samurai sword stopped at the opponent's forehead, and even the ninja of the Hand was stunned for a moment.

"What are you?"

Luke was furious when he heard this, and punched the ninja in the chest, even punching his chest.

"You are not a fucking thing!".