Marvel's Explosive Fruit

With a creak, Rhaegar pushed open the wooden door of the bar and walked in. Then he was stunned. Inside were all foreigners with tall noses and deep eyes. .1kanshu Everyone who was drinking in the bar also looked at Rega in surprise. After all, it was very rare to see a yellow man in a place like this. What's more, this kid was dressed like a homeless man on the street, with messy hair and a full face. He looks so dirty and doesn't look like a serious person.

"What do you want to drink?"

Rhaegar followed the sound and saw a man standing at the bar, wiping glasses and looking at him with interest.

"Um...is there anything to eat? I haven't eaten for a long time." Just after Rega finished speaking, he was stunned again because the man who seemed to be the boss spoke Russian. Rega often watched TV in his previous life. I can still hear Russian, but I actually speak Russian fluently, as if it was an instinctive reaction of my body.

Rega was still surprised, but he didn't know that the bar owner was even more surprised. A yellow man of unknown origin appeared in Siberia. He was dressed like a tramp and could speak pure Russian without even a hint of a foreign accent. This kind of thing doesn't happen often.

This guy, the boss thought secretly in his heart.

"You still have something to eat, do you have money to pay for it?" came an arrogant voice.

Rhaegar frowned and glanced at the source of the sound, only to see a guy with a stubble on his face drunkenly walking towards him. When the people around saw this scene, they also turned their eyes here, as if they were watching a good show.

Although Rega was very strong, he was still much inferior to the drunkard in front of him. Looking at the arrogant expression of the man in front of him, Rega's eyes couldn't help but sink.

"Hey, I'm asking you a question. Are you deaf? Why don't you answer?"

When the man saw Rhaegar not answering, he suddenly felt a little angry. He didn't even answer what I said. He was really looking for death. Thinking like this, he then swung a right hook at Rhaegar fiercely.

Looking at the punch, Rega's body seemed to react uncontrollably. First, he leaned back and dodged the fist. Then he pulled the opponent's right wrist with his right hand and drew a stroke with his left hand from bottom to top. A large circle, directly clamping the opponent's neck under the armpits. In the flash of lightning, before everyone waiting to watch the show had time to react, Rega had already held the man's life in his hands.

Rega also reacted at this time, but he would not let this guy go, who would keep him from opening his eyes and causing trouble for him. Obviously, he had an unknown history before, at least he should be an agent or a killer, otherwise he would not be able to subdue an ordinary person so easily, and his first move would be a killer move.

The guy under Rhaegar's arm was completely frightened and woke up. The young boy in front of him was definitely not a good guy, and he couldn't help feeling regretful. But it's too late to say anything now, not to mention that I don't dare to speak. If anything goes wrong and makes the other party angry, I will explain it here.

In this way, Rhaegar was thinking about his own affairs. The life of the guy who started the trouble was still hanging on by a thread. The bystanders were too nervous to make a sound. For a while, the bar was surprisingly quiet.

"Ahem, friend, he was just joking, and he didn't mean any harm. Look, how about you let him go and I'll get you some food and wine, free of charge?"

The bar owner saw that the situation was not good and asked tentatively.

Rega looked at the boss and nodded. After all, he couldn't just kill this guy in this place. Then he let go of his arm, and the guy who had made trouble before suddenly lost his center of gravity and fell heavily to the floor. However, he didn't dare to say anything, so he quickly got up, and then immediately opened the door and ran out. What if the devil regretted it? That's it.

"Where are you from?" the tavern owner asked cautiously as he brought a plate of food and poured another glass of beer.

"I don't know either." Rhaegar swallowed heavily, took another sip of beer, and washed the food down.

"Where is this?" Rhaegar asked.

"You don't know?" The boss was a little surprised.

"Ah."

He seemed to feel that Rega's answer was a bit cold. Reminiscent of what happened just now, the boss hurriedly said, "In a big way, this is Siberia, and our place is a small town in the east."

Rega hummed again after hearing this and continued to eat.

The tavern owner didn't know what to say and could only stand aside quietly.

Perhaps he felt that the atmosphere was a little too quiet and wanted to drive away the discomfort in the air. The boss turned on the TV. Suddenly, a burst of noise came from the TV, and then he changed channels aimlessly.

Rega was still eating his meal. When he heard his boss turning on the TV, he looked up and was stunned and speechless.

"You may also feel envious. Even if you have money, you may not be able to do this kind of thing." The boss looked at Rega's astonished expression and suddenly felt a little relaxed.

Rhaegar hummed vaguely, and then asked, "Do you know which direction the Bering Strait is?"

"You want to go to sea?" the boss asked curiously, "You have to go north. There should be ships there. You can ask others then. I have a map here. You can follow it. It shouldn't count. Too far."

"Thank you." Rhaegar stood up immediately, took the map, and hurried out the door.

The boss looked at the hurried Rhaegar with a confused look on his face, and was about to speak. Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and he saw a dagger flying in, deeply inserted into the wooden pillar, and the tip was still flickering. The shaking.

"I don't have money to pay you, so I'll take the dagger as a thank you." Rhaegar's voice floated from afar.

It was still windy and snowy outside the tavern. Standing in the open space in front of the tavern, thinking about the scene he just saw, an uncontrollable smile appeared on Rega's face.

"Iron Man, is it the world of Marvel? Life seems to have become a lot more interesting."

Rhaegar got into the car and drove north.