The Immortal in Marvel

Chapter 51: 51 - "It's 50-50 or nothing"

"You shouldn't let KingPin's right-hand man leave." Watching Wesley's figure leaving, Frank feltsad that he failed to shoot him.

Frank turned his head to look at Derrick, and said with a blank expression, "He is not trustworthy, the people who work with him usually do not end well. This Russian Ross gang is enough to prove it."

To improve his persuasiveness, Frank pointed to Vladimir's dead body.

Derrick scratched his hair and said, "But I was the one who killed this person, that doesn't seem to have anything to do with my ATM Willie."

"..."

Frank was silent, he had totally forgotten about it.

At this time, Wade suddenly said, "I heard it just now, there is going to be 5 more million USD coming in. With our 50-50 policy, we both get 2.5 I believe."

Derrick then said lightly, "There is no 2.5 shit, the five million USD belongs to me as my personal harvest."

"No way, are you serious?"

"This is my private commission reward. We agreed at the beginning that the reward of you catching me would be shared equally, not this one."

"Without my superb acting skills, that Four Eyed bitch wouldn't have been fooled at all and you would have no chance to get more money!"

"NO, I obviously relied on my fluent eloquence to deceive him..."

Wade was so angry that his lips trembled and he immediately pulled out his Katanas once again, "Dude, you have gotten blind for money. Draw your gun, I shall fight you and teach you some lessons today!"

Derrick drew out his two guns and said, "You freaking old man, you come here to cheat money out of me, an innocent 18-year-old? Moreover, you want to steal my hard-earned money?"

Seeing that the two were about to fight suddenly, Frank, who was exhausted physically and mentally felt that their internal strife just now was not completely fake.

In the streets a few hundred meters away.

Wesley looked behind with lingering fear and was relieved to find that the two zombies had not followed.

Ten minutes later, a black Cadley slowly pulled up to the side of the road.

When Wesley walked into the car, he saw Kingpin sitting in the back seat. His huge figure almost filled the entire car. He held a cane in his hand, and rubbed the gem on the top of the cane unconsciously with his fingers.

After seeing Wesley coming, he asked calmly, "Tell me, what's going on."

"It was the Asian man. He found a person to help him and then attacked us, pretending to be caught. His marksmanship was inhuman, before I had time to see everything clearly, he killed everyone, and...and...."

Speaking of this, Wesley's face looked very bad, "He and that companion seemed to have some kind of special ability, even if they were shot in the head, they didn't die and their wounds took only a few seconds to fully heal."

"A high-speed self-healing ability?"

There was a trace of surprise on Kingpin's face. This kind of ability was not something that normal people could possess and here, Wesley encountered two of them.

Soon, he remembered about Mutants.

Those people with all kinds of strange abilities.

For Kingpin, information and knowledge about the mutants was not uncommon. He had also seen many mutants with strange abilities, but he had not yet seen any mutant that couldn't be killed even if they were shot in the head.

Kingpin pondered for a while, and then ordered, "Try to block the news of Vladimir's death and before Mrs. Gao reacts, send someone to take over Vladimir's remaining territory."

"As for the mercenary, all previous arrangements for him have been temporarily forgotten about. Now that Vladimir is dead, send someone to pay attention to news in the area around. Perhaps, the mercenary will be a Good partner."

"Yes sir."

Free from Derrick's oppression, Wesley finally regained his composure and confidence as Kingpin's right-hand man.

Looking at Hell's Kitchen outside the window, Kingpin looked calm.

'This place is sick, the virus has penetrated the grounds completely, and this disease is incurable. It has to be completely destroyed. In order to gain new hope.'

After a heated discussion, Derrick offered to give up 20% of his extra money.

Wade finally left a little satisfied and he was going home to find Vanessa after work.

Derrick and Frank also left the was covered in scarlet luster under the streetlamp, Derrick felt that Frank was a bit pervasive.

"Well, don't you feel uncomfortable with so much blood on you?"

"I'm not uncomfortable."

Frank's face was straight, as an executioner with blood on his hands, he didn't care about it being on his hands either.

Derrick struggled and said, "But I feel uncomfortable watching it. Why don't I get some clothes for you?"

"Where would you get clothes from? I didn't see you bring anything extra.", Frank frowned.

"It's easy, follow me." Derrick smiled confidently, and then turned into an alley.

Frank hesitated for a while, and then followed him in.

Soon, they saw a few unscrupulous punks appearing in the alley.

The other party seemed to have also noticed their figures, but due to the rainy weather, they didn't notice Frank's horrible bloodstains.

They only saw two people walking in. Smiling maliciously, they swayed their bodies and walked over and took out a very sharp knife in their hands.

However, before they got close, Derrick skillfully raised his pistol and pointed it at the mob gangsters who randomly spawned from the alley.

"I'm announcing good news. You have been robbed. Stand obediently in a row and let our fine mate choose the best clothes."

As he said that, Derrick suddenly turned his head to look at Frank, "By the way, do you need to change your underwear?"

Frank: "..."

The mobs: "..."

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E/N: The synopsis of the novel I've thought of picking, not yet but soon. (P.S. I'll change the character names most probably and improve it before uploading)

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-Daniel, a person who liked to read webnovels falling under the Urban genre, was transmigrated to a world consisting of several such stories.

In this world, he was a villain but, knowing about the story and cliches that could happen, combined with his system that fulfilled any wish of his, Daniel ensued chaos into the world and ended up as a victor against the original storyline.

BUT, this was not acceptable for the higher beings. They could not see the world's balance fail and fall into crumbles but they could also not interfere themselves so, they reversed the time and put a curse on Daniel's system.

"Whatever you wish for, the protagonist receives the double of it." - Higher Beings.

"Well then, increase my body temperature to 36.8 degrees celsius." - Daniel.

[First protagonist has died due to a body temperature of 73.6 degrees celsius]

"I wish to sleep for 12 hours a day."

[The protagonist sleeps 24 hours a day, unable to do anything for a long while, he died due to severe dehydration, starvation, hygiene problems and several more reasons...]

"Wohoo, moreYes, please make a 140 pound, tall and beautiful woman, ah, thick thighs please, make her fall on me when I'm sleeping."

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P.S. Chinese authors and citizens really got no issues with fat-shaming...Oh btw, my new name is Long Tian, a new Chinese citizen.