Chapter 390

The war of high-level hosts has always been the most amazing.

Not to mention the high-level hosts of the three forces, each of them is a crack soldier.

This fight lasted a long time.

The other hosts are all ignorant and forced. Why did the good Chinese army suddenly quarrel with each other?

Where's boss Zheng?

Where did he go?

meanwhile.

While the three forces were fighting, John quietly took the Americans and disappeared into the distant fields.

That night.

The three forces finally ended the battle and dispersed.

Seeing that the general situation was gone, other scattered hosts also returned home one after another.

As for foreign employers, they got paid from boss Zheng in advance, hoping for civil strife.

That's it.

The army pulled out by Zheng Feiyue was torn apart by internal strife just before he set foot on the territory of the United States.

Zheng Feiyue is missing.

The next morning.

John returned to the strange alliance with his team.

The six leaders immediately received John.

The black widow exclaimed, "my God, John, I can't believe you escaped from that devil!"

Tony was moved and said, "I heard that the devil killed Apollo and the count. How did you escape?"

John looked like the rest of his life and said, "I was already desperate, but God bless, the devil's army fought among themselves, and I took the opportunity to escape."

"Really?" the Hulk's prototype host made a rough voice. "The Chinese are crafty. Maybe it's a conspiracy."

"Hey, man, for God's sake, please respect me. The fight was so fierce last night that everyone saw it. Would I lie to you?"

John shouted, looking like I had been insulted.

I have to say, this guy's acting is good.

The black widow quickly stood up and said, "Eric doesn't mean that, John. We're glad you can come back safely, but the strength of the Chinese army is too strong. We must be more careful."

John hummed, "the Chinese army is over. You will soon get information from various sources. This is a very messy army. To tell the truth, I'm not surprised."

At this time, a strong man with a hammer came up and wondered, "what about the devil? He can even defeat the God King of northern Europe. Can't he suppress civil strife?"

John glanced at him and said, "Thor, I'm just a prisoner. God bless me to escape, but I can't get the information you want."

Thor smiled and said, "anyway, you have brought back a good news."

Tony also smiled and said, "yes, no matter what the reason, as long as the Chinese Army disperses, no one can threaten us. Ha ha, I was going to contact Professor X and magneto to discuss the joint issue. Now it seems unnecessary."

Eric, the prototype of the Hulk, hummed coldly, "it's best. I don't want to deal with those hateful guys."

John looked slightly moved and asked, "what's going on with the mutant recently?"

"Because of the Oriental devil, New York is very peaceful recently. Everyone doesn't want to have a conflict at this time, waste their strength for nothing, and then take advantage of outsiders." the black widow said.

Her responsibilities in the team tend to be in the field. One of them is to monitor mutants and deal with various conflicts related to mutants.

"That's great."

John murmured, with a flash of brilliance in his eyes.

According to the plan negotiated in advance, as long as he returns to the strange alliance and obtains the trust of the organization, the next thing to do is to wait for boss Zheng's contact.

meanwhile.

Somewhere in New York City.

A minibus drew slowly into the station.

A Chinese man in a cowboy coat followed the crowd out of the car.

This person is Zheng Feiyue.

Last night, when Liang Xin and his family were fighting each other, Zheng Feiyue hurried all night. He first came to a small town in the United States, and then took a half-way bus to New York.

Fifth Avenue.

This is the most prosperous street in New York.

Zheng Feiyue came here by taxi and found a shop called Henry bakery.

According to John's advance information, this is a stronghold of mutants.

Zheng Feiyue opened the glass door and walked in slowly.

"Hi, what can I do for you?"

The clerk of the bakery came up and asked.

Zheng Feiyue looked at the clerk and said with a smile, "please pack two cakes for me."

The clerk wrapped up two cakes and handed them to Zheng Feiyue.

Zheng Feiyue took the cake and handed over two paper tickets.

Between the two paper tickets was a small mechanical bee.

The clerk didn't notice, and probably didn't expect a foreigner to tamper with money and put it directly into his coat pocket.

Zheng Feiyue went out with a cake. First, he spent a lot of money to buy a second-hand car from a gang member, and then drove back to the bakery, eating the cake and staring at the bakery.

It's six o'clock in the afternoon.

A customer dressed as a working woman walks into the bakery.

Then the clerk poked his head out into the street and locked the door of the bakery.

Zheng Feiyue turned the volume of the mobile phone connected to the reconnaissance bee to the maximum.

After a noise.

A woman's voice came: "Luther, there's a new task. There's a mutant in the middle and lower urban area. He's a guy who sells pork. He's nicknamed butcher. It's said that the people of the strange alliance have told us to deal with it."

"Processing?"

The woman said, "it depends. If you are a useful talent, take it back to the professor's school. If that guy has a life, you can only be destroyed humanely. After all, this is our agreement with the strange alliance."

"Those guys who boast of a sense of justice will drive them out of New York sooner or later," Luther said angrily.

The woman said, "well, Luther, the mutant is in block 69 of the lower urban area. Our strength is not weak. Let's find a way to deal with the current problem."

"OK, Hannah."

That's the end of the sound.

Zheng Feiyue started the car, navigated the location of block 69 with his mobile phone, and drove to it first.

Following the navigation, Zheng Feiyue left the prosperous block and gradually drove towards the slum.

The buildings in the surrounding streets were covered with graffiti.

From time to time, Americans with tattoos compare their middle fingers to Zheng Feiyue's car, looking provocative.

Zheng Feiyue casually picked a bad young man who was not very pleasing to the eye. After pulling a punch on the car, the other party cried and asked Zheng Feiyue to let him go.

"Take me to this street to sell pork," Zheng Feiyue said.

The bad young man wiped away his tears and sobbed, "are you talking about the butcher's butcher's shop? He's a cruel man. I heard that he kills people every once in a while, and then mixes human meat into pork to sell."

Zheng Feiyue's eyes lit up: "yes, just look for this guy."