Dark Savages Come To the United States

"How do you want me to send you to hell?"

Burkasso looked at the little man in front of him, whose muscles had begun to swell.

For him, taking human life is a rare experience no matter when it is.

But in his long fighting career, he has experienced more than once the taste of human life being extinguished by the waves of demons.

In that world, human beings have always stood on the same side, and no human being would think of attacking fellow humans.

Because just coping with those demons flooding in like a tide has already drained the last strength from their bodies.

Fighting between humans has always been a rare event.

The killing intent rose from Bulkelso's body, and what he brought was not the kind of cold and biting illusion, but the crisis of death and scorching, like being in the crater of a volcano that was about to erupt.

"Old sir, please calm down!"

The big character named Luke spoke to Bulkelso.

"Although I also want to kill this guy, but if you do this, you will attract endless revenge from the gang!"

Luke keenly felt the fiery killing intent that made it difficult for him to breathe, and he had no doubt that the burly old man with white hair in front of him could crush that bastard like an ant.

Even if this happened, he would not be in danger.

But those gang members will definitely try their best to find this old guy, and this method definitely includes the investigation of everyone who is nearby at this time.

And the way gangs investigate will eventually turn violent.

Luke didn't worry about that, because normal attacks didn't even count as itches for him, but Dad in the barbershop couldn't handle this constant trouble.

"Damn it, why is this troublemaker the cousin of that shit gang boss!"

Luke had already begun to curse fiercely in his heart.

Although this cousin didn't have much status, even Luke wouldn't have any trouble breaking his leg.

But death is different, especially at the hands of an old man who is obviously an outsider.

For the gang, killing their people by outsiders is the most serious provocation, and they will definitely retaliate endlessly.

Especially for these lowest-level gangs, they can only rely on hatred and brutality to build their reputation, and they never use their brains to solve problems!

"Young man, I will not be persuaded by you!"

Bulkelso strode towards that unrestrained guy, the work clothes on his body were tightly attached to Bulkelso's body under the action of the wind, and the strong figure was finally displayed in front of the two of them. in the eyes.

"I don't think he's joking, you better run, and I'll break your leg next time we meet."

Luke's forehead was a little sweaty, and he felt a kind of strength that was absolutely impossible to overcome.

"This is Hell's Kitchen! Luke! Luke Cage! Are you telling me to run away!"

I have to say that most of the low-level gang members don't have any brains, and they are even so dull that it makes people laugh.

Normally, Luke would definitely tell those guys about it as a joke in the bar.

But the pressure he felt was getting bigger and bigger. At this moment, he couldn't even speak. Perhaps at this time, he has begun to regret why he has a sharper perception than ordinary people.

The thick hand pinched the top of that bastard Hitt's head, and the strong force from his fingertips made him feel the danger.

No matter how dull a gangster is, he will not act as if nothing happened when he is pointed at by a gun. For this guy named Hitt, the pressure he feels at this time is even heavier than the moment he saw Jin Bin from a distance.

"Speak, I will give you a chance to choose how you want to die!"

Bulkelso's huge, unwavering voice resounded through the street, and everyone felt the determination in it.

At this time, Luke Cage, who was standing in front of Bull Casso, felt a magical feeling as if he was suppressed by the blood of the species.

"If possible, I want to die of old age."

The hooligan who had his head held was speaking in the humblest voice he's ever had.

At this time, he completely lost the arrogance he had before, and instead looked like a cat that had been grabbed by the back of the neck, pitiful and helpless.

"Old man, let him go."

The door of the closed barber shop suddenly opened, and a black man with white hair clinging to his scalp stumbled out.

"I can feel your anger and believe that you are not an ordinary person, but those of us who live here are not as unscrupulous as you."

The old man's voice was filled with a hint of pleading, which caused Bulkelso to hesitate for a moment.

The old man's face looked a bit like Tyrell's, and what he did could be called courageous. This kind of action naturally got a little favor from Bulkelso.

"So, what can I do?"

Bulkelso said in a somewhat funny tone, his beard was shaking with his smile.

It is not a problem for Bulkasso to clean up the annoying guys in this place, but he wants to know what choices the people living in this place will make.

In the world, there are countless strong people who have some God complex in their bodies. They hope that they can save others and stand up in difficult moments.

But Bulkelso is different, he is just a fighter.

He only thinks about how to chop the enemy into pieces, and other than that he thinks about saving things.

save? It's just a subsidiary harvest on the way of fighting for life.

"Old man, you don't have to do anything, just put down that annoying bastard and go home and sleep well."

The old man spoke in a low tone.

"If you come here again next time, my barber shop will be free for you. I will also give you a haircut that I carefully designed. Now put that guy down and go home."

The gangster whose head was grabbed by Bulkeso tried his best to nod, but he obviously didn't have that much strength when he was being carried, so that his neck could drive the crucified head to move.

"Demons? They're nothing but a bunch of trash! Their table is only worthy of a puddle of shit, and even that is a luxury!"

Bulkelso gradually relaxed his palm, and his anger and killing intent gradually subsided in the almost pleading voice of an ordinary old man.

Not far from Burkasso, a mage was sweating coldly on his forehead.

After the ancient one sent this powerful barbarian, he emphatically told these mages stationed in New York to avoid those ignorant fools from provoking this strong man.

Currently in this world, there may be no one who understands Bulkelso's power better than Master Ancient One.

If Bulkelso fell into anger, Gu Yi would have to learn from the future Doctor Strange, and had to use the closed loop of time to hold the barbarian until he extinguished his anger.

The current situation is considered good, the barbarians are starting to extinguish their anger, and everything will return to calm.

Perhaps at most, it turned into an after-dinner conversation in Hell's Kitchen.

For example, in a story about a burly old man who dealt with Hitt severely, perhaps an exaggerated description such as the old man's height and waist circumference is also added.

"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have changed shifts with Sly, otherwise how could I have encountered such a thing."

At the moment Bulkelso was provoked, the sorcerer wanted to catch the bastard and punch him with eighteen sets of military punches.

Bulkelso is undoubtedly a hero, but the heroes of the barbarians are a special group who don't care what others think.

Even witch doctors who are working on mysterious voodoo are easier to talk to than barbarians who are angry.

There is nothing in this world that can restore them to peace except death and the barbarian himself.

Fortunately, what happened today was a false alarm after all.