Marvel World New Magneto

When he opened his eyes, the first light of the new world penetrated deeply into the retina in a very unfriendly gesture.

Blinking his eyes to let the damp dissipate, a fat man with open teeth and claws was shouting something in front of him, and the deafening wild music was playing in the small room, and all kinds of drum beats and frantically played guitar notes were mixed into a pot of mixed porridge. , it was hard to tell what the other party was shouting.

"How did you get in here with a bare-ass pig? Damn it, this is my territory, get out of here, or I'll let you taste how hard my fists are." The muscles of the knot, the noisy noise in the room can't suppress his roar, the ugly face is twisted, the foam is flying, and the stench from the mouth can smoke people alive.

"Well, this is a very deep question, and I also want to know who I am, what I am here for, and most importantly, why I am hanging out with a smelly fat guy, it's really bad." He tilted his head back slightly, avoiding the big mouth that sprayed the highly poisonous substance, and said casually.

Smelly?fat guy?Even an illiterate idiot would not take such an obviously derogatory adjective as a compliment.

Slightly sideways, dodging the blow to the chest, he was amazed by his calm response, as if he had practiced countless times, the moment his fist came to the body, his body preceded his consciousness, and he naturally made a choice.

Move, flicker.

Fatty's eyes widened. If these menacing fists landed on an ordinary person, he would have to vomit out a few mouthfuls of old blood and smash a few ribs. He didn't expect it to be completely useless now. Lost balance because of missed goals.

Then... there was no more, a hand fell on his neck, and the fierce fat man rolled his eyes and fell down unwillingly.

"Will, it's time for you to play, hurry up and get ready." The door was slammed hard from the outside, and someone urged a series of people.

He looked down at his feet and shrugged apologetically: "I'm afraid Will won't be able to play, what a poor kid."

The fat man was lying on the ground crookedly, his body twitched slightly, and he seemed to have temporarily lost consciousness.

Let them have a headache about other people's affairs. The most important thing is to find something to wrap their body. He can't tell what kind of demon he is, but he actually appears in a man's room cleanly. Wouldn't it be laughable and dignified to spread it out? of……

When thinking here, it seems to have suddenly walked into a dead end and got stuck.He turned his head to the side, thinking hard, but couldn't think of anything.

Dignified what?

The answer is vaguely not far away, but there is an abyss in the middle, and some unknown force separates the two ends. All memories come to an abrupt end here, and there are no clues.

"It seems that my situation is really bad." He said so, without thinking about it, stepped on the fat man and walked over. There is a cabinet in the corner, maybe there will be something he wants in it.

Who are you, where do you come from, where are you going—such troublesome philosophical questions should be left to Aristotle to solve, and it is more practical to find a piece of clothing first.

But he was disappointed again. The cabinet was a mess, such as used condoms, dark and thick cigars, fascinating bad magazines and snacks of all kinds, and there were quite a few suspicious little pieces of fabric that were ripped off from women. The only thing he didn't have was the clean clothes he wanted.

Not even a clean newspaper.

"Am I going to find a bag of chips to cover my body, or disassemble the cabinet and wrap it around my waist?" The idea was creative, but he didn't plan to implement it.

That's really stupid.

The door was knocked again, or instead of "knock", the word "bump" would be more appropriate.

"Will, Will, what are you doing, the guests have already placed their bets, and we will lose a lot of money if we don't come out!" Someone shouted in a panic outside, and the door was shaking violently during the vigorous beating. .

money?

His eyebrows twitched.

That is an all-purpose magic weapon, so the problem of clothes can be solved soon.

He turned around, and the fat man who had just fainted also woke up at this moment, cursing in a dirty mouth, and was about to stand up when darkness fell on him again.

"I'm such a warmhearted person. Someone offended me, but I kindly sent him to rest." He retracted his arms, walked to the door in a muttering to himself, opened the door, and went out just like that.

A gust of hot wind rushed towards him, and the loud noise was louder than the rock music in the house. When a thin white man outside saw the door open and a strange man without clothes came out, he was stunned.

"Who are you, Will?" He obviously misunderstood something, and hurriedly walked around. "Will what are you doing? God, Will!"

"Will is sleeping baby, now I'm Will." He smiled lowly.

The crowd was surging outside, and it could be seen that this was a bar, and it also ran the business of black boxing. It should be profitable. There were cheering men and women everywhere.Since people's eyes were mainly focused on the iron cage in the center of the venue, he just mixed in with the crowd without causing any trouble.

A few crisp bells rang, and a man with blood on his face was dragged out of the cage by two strong men.

Another loser was born.

The gamblers who made the wrong bet groaned and dropped the scrap of paper in their hands, which meant the money was gone.

A middle-aged fat commentator stood in the cage sighing and said loudly: "Everyone, I have never seen such a thing for many years, are you willing to let this person win the money?"

With a wave of his hand, the winner in the cage was immediately referred to by Wanfu, and the audience shouted.

"No!"

The crowd was surging, and even some simple-minded guys were excited to unbutton their clothes and volunteered to try their skills.

The man in the cage ignored everyone's emotions. He was smoking a cigarette and drinking a small wine leisurely in the corner of the iron cage, completely ignoring it.

Seeing that the emotions were almost fermented, the narrator said in a timely manner: "Ladies and gentlemen, our savior is on the stage, a murderer from Texas----Will!"

The crowd immediately shouted wildly.

"Will, Will!" They called Fatty's name in unison, as if the person who came was really the savior.

He knew it was time for him to play, so he trotted all the way through the crowd with his hands up.

And then people were frightened by him.

"This is Will?" People wondered.

"You look good, man." Someone laughed.

"My room is in room b11 on the second floor. I'll leave the door for you at night—if you don't die in a while." It must be Bi Chi who said this, but he actually nodded to him.

"Crack," someone slapped him on the buttocks, an old woman who couldn't keep her mouth shut... well, don't care about her.

"It's really irresistible. It's a last resort and it's not my fault to appear on such a high-profile occasion." With narcissistic delusions, he walked into the iron cage with his head held high.

"Who are you, call Will!" Someone who knew Fatty shouted at him.

"I'm Will," he says, but no one believes it.

It's no wonder that a tyrannical brand like Texas Massacre can't fit on his body at first glance, and some people may believe that it is a male model on the T-stage.

But they didn't have a choice either. After the lean white man, Fat Will's partner, came over and whispered, the dealer began to accept bets again.

The narrator leaned over: "Boy, the Will I know is a six-foot-tall, two-hundred-pound burly guy, are you sure you're going to fight the monster on the opposite side in his place?"

"Kindly led, today is me." Thanks to this person's kind reminder, he has his own plans.

Although the other party did not accept the advice, the narrator patiently reminded him: "Don't hit him at the key point, lest he get angry."

"What's your name?" The man in the village squeezed over and asked.

"Good question", but no answer.

He twisted his chin and thought, and inadvertently saw a line of black character branding on the inside of his arm.

Maybe it's been a long time, and the characters are a little blurry, like some kind of number, but seeing them, an inexplicable emotion suddenly rippled in his heart.

"Eric," he blurted out. "My name is Eric."

"Okay, naked man Eric from hell, against our invincible boxing champion---Wolverine!" The commentator shouted in a long voice.

The bell rang again, and another round began. The people in the audience were eagerly looking forward to a new round of bloody scenes.

The boxing champion Jin Ganglang on the other side finally put down his glass and turned around, so he couldn't help but be startled when he saw Eric's appearance with such calmness.

"If I were you, I would immediately get off the stage and find a piece of cloth to wrap myself up." Golden Steel Wolf pointed to his waist and said.

"Why, I made you feel inferior?" Eric spread his hands and smiled, without any sense of shame.

There is a saying that there is no speculation, and this moment is the proof.

Golden Steel Wolf's bearded face twitched, his eyes blazing fiercely, and his fists clenched tightly.

The battle is imminent.