The Immortal in Marvel

Matt didn't dwell for long on the subject of Derrick's middle finger and took a step forward.

"I remember that you said you live in Brooklyn the other day. You shouldn't be in West Midtown at this time. I hope you can tell me the truth. What is your purpose for coming here tonight?"

Derrick spread his hands, grabbed two pistols and said sincerely, "We didn't do anything, we were really just passing by. If you don't believe me, you can listen to my heartbeat and check if I am lying."

Matt, as an intelligent being, didn't believe Derrick and wanted to check his heartbeat.

But he didn't eavesdrop on it, afraid that he would listen to all of Beethoven's classics in one night.

"Then tell me, what's the matter with the bloody smell on your body? What did you do before appearing here?"

"Sorry, but that is a personal matter. No comments."

Derrick didn't bother to make up lies, his face looked like he wouldn't tell the truth even if he was killed.

Although Matt couldn't see his expression, he could clearly feel Derrick's attitude of refusal.

Matt shook the short stick in his hand tightly and said in a low voice, "Mr Derrick, please don't force me."

Derrick clasped his arms around his chest and shook his legs, "I advise you to take care of yourself. Right now, it is 2v1."

Matt's tone was a little helpless as he said, "Your companion… left long ago."

"Are you kidding me? You're trying to trick me into turning my head around and then you'll sneak up on me. This low-level trick has long been outdated, right Frank."

However, Derrick received no response to his words.

"Umm... Frank?"

Derrick suddenly had a bad feeling.

He turned his neck stiffly and as Matt said, there was no sign of Frank being behind him.

Only a pair of yellowed briefs remained in his place, the top and trousers were all missing.

At this time, Matt explained from the side, "While we were talking, the man had already left with his dirty clothes on."

Derrick: "..."

While observing Derrick, Matt also did not ignore Frank.

Fortunately, Frank did not have the freedom to control the frequency of his heart like Derrick.

Therefore, Matt could clearly hear Frank's heart rate. Combined with the information obtained from his other sensory abilities, Matt was very sure that Frank was also a very good fighter.

Although Matt could sense that Frank was injured from his way of breathing, he still wasn't sure of victory. With Derrick against him, he really didn't have enough confidence to beat two people at once.

But since Frank chose to leave, Matt gained an advantage.

In Matt's view, as long as Derrick is left behind, he can get the information he wants from him.

…

After scanning the alley several times and confirming that Frank really left, Derrick was shocked.

'No way, what about America's best soldier? How can a tough guy leave his teammates and sneak away!?'

Other than fighting, the most important thing for Derrick was that he wanted to see Frank in the piggy suit and, if possible, take a few photos as souvenirs.

Derrick couldn't accept this fact for a while.

To be honest, the character of Frank in Derrick's heart had taken a dive.

'He was a tough guy who could wipe out entire gangs with a pistol some time ago. It has just been a few days since I last saw him and now he suddenly learns to sell his teammates?'

Derrick analyzed it carefully and finally came up with the most reasonable answer.

He was very certainly influenced by Wade.

Frank touched Wade tonight, so even Frank, the tough and good guy, became abnormal. Other than that there was no explanation for Frank's sudden change.

As the only normal person around Wade, Derrick felt that the pressure on his shoulders was much greater now.

Feeling the 'gaze' behind him, Derrick turned his head to look at Matt, showing an awkward yet polite smile.

"Well, I think we can sit down and discuss everything slowly."

Matt didn't respond, he didn't want to listen to such perfunctory words.

He wanted to figure out the identities of Derrick and Frank and what they really did. The current Hell's Kitchen couldn't stand any new kind of trouble. If they were allowed to behave as they want in the area, it would be troublesome for the entire Hell's Kitchen.

Seeing Matt's attitude so resolute, Derrick sighed, "Well, since you want to know about the sexy me so much, I'll tell you."

Just when Matt thought Derrick was about to tell the truth, Derrick suddenly pointed behind him and yelled.

"Look! There's a UFO!"

"..."

Matt didn't turn his head. After all, he couldn't see the flying saucer in the dark night. (E/N: Can't see during the day either.)

Derrick didn't care whether he believed it or not but after shouting this sentence, he turned around and ran away.

Matt sighed lightly, and the short stick in his hand was released instantly and hit Derrick's back with a whoosh.

BOOM~~!

Accompanied by a gunshot, a bullet accurately shot down the short stick flying towards Derrick.

Matt was startled when he heard the voice.

Within the scope of his abilities, he could clearly perceive that Derrick fired this shot while running and it was not easy to shoot with such accuracy while running.

Without hesitation, Matt picked up the short stick on the ground and ran after Derrick.

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E/N: Happy reading. Have a Good Day/Night.