After hanging up the phone, Nick Fury sat silently in the car, and Captain Marvel appeared in his mind.

At the same time, some alien figures continued to rise and fall in his mind.

"Even alien guns can't turn... You're messing with Farke!"

As he said that, Nick Fury's vehicle started, disappeared on the street.

And Link naturally didn't know all this. At this moment, he was carrying Uncle Long on his back and running wildly outside the forest area.

He did not remove the Wesley card on his body, which also made his figure extremely agile. Even if he was carrying a person on his back, his speed was still not slow.

Moreover, the old Uncle Long is not heavy in weight.

It was not until he returned to the shabby van that Link breathed a sigh of relief and quickly started the vehicle and rushed towards the distance.

He looked serious and his eyes kept checking in the rearview mirror until he drove twenty miles away, and then he completely relaxed.

He glanced at Uncle Long who was unconscious in the back seat, and then turned his gaze to the strange firearm in his hand.

"Renovated firearms, bullets!"

The memory in Link's mind told him how to transform firearms, bullets, and gain greater impact.

Only the modified guns and bullets can continuously penetrate the human body.

"Two bullets left!"

Link fired only five shots, and the remaining two bullets were naturally used to save his life.

Seeing that there were twenty minutes left in the card time, Link moved his mind and removed the card effect.

In an instant, the muscles on the body gradually faded and returned to their original state.

At the same time, there is a sense of weakness filling the body. Compared with the body blessed by the card, it seems like I haven't eaten for several days or nights.

"It feels a little uncomfortable... Hey! The memory has not changed!"

Link was stunned and then became surprised. The fighting knowledge and gun skills in his mind did not disappear at all.

He raised his hand and looked at his wrist. Although the power given by the card disappeared with the card being lifted, the feeling of shaking the gun was still there.

"Is this a hint that as long as I train hard, I can use the bullet turning skills again even without using cards?"

"Hahaha... It turns out that this card can still be learned!"

This discovery surprised Link.

“Where is this?”

At this moment, Uncle Long, who was originally unconscious in the back seat, woke up, looked at the familiar car in front of him, and asked in confusion. He thought he was dead.

Unexpectedly, he was still alive.

"Uncle Bob, mastermind Stancent is dead, you are revenge!"

"Die? It's OK! It's OK!"

As he said that, Uncle Long took out a photo from his arms, his face full of remembrance, and then he seemed to have put down all the burden and said relaxedly: "Thank you, Little Link. I didn't expect that I could still live. Send me back to Chinatown!"

There is nothing he can do if he doesn't relax. Now he can feel that his old body and injuries are still in danger, and he can no longer support his next action.

He didn't want to implicate Link, so he had to end it here.

"Uncle Bob is so disgusting. You and my parents are family friends, and they are better for me. How can I watch and not help you!"

Link spoke with a smile on his face, and Uncle Long had obviously put it down.

The car accelerated and headed towards Chinatown.

And just as Link left, Hell Kitchen Cent Family Villa.

Robert Cent sat in the main hall of the villa with a gloomy face, looking at the guard standing respectfully in front of him, and said angrily: "What are you saying? Those who hide behind the stones are killed?"

"Bullet turn? Sharpshooter? Is this an excuse for you to protect yourself?"

"No! Mr. Cent!"

Several people knelt down quickly, trembling all over, and said in horror: "Mr. Cent, you must believe us. What we are saying is true. That's a devil... No! The sharpshooter killed more than 20 of us in just five shots!"

"Several people stood behind the trees, had bunkers, and were still shot to death. His bullets were indeed able to turn the corner!"

"Mr. Cente...this is what we saw with our own eyes!"

Robert Cent looked at the people in front of him with a blank expression, then stretched out his hand, and the butler standing beside him placed a pistol in his hand.

Mr. Robert Cent raised his hand, pointed at the person in front of him, and said, "Is the bullet turning? You better pray that it will turn...bang!"

A hole was directly made in the head of the guard in front.

"Oh... It's a pity that the bullet didn't turn!"

As he said that, Robert Cent pointed the gun at another person again, and before he could speak, a gunshot rang out again.

Next, he fired seven bullets in total. Robert Cent said gloomyly: "Will the bullet turn?"

"It's not easy to protect, but you can't help but die! The housekeeper, send them a ride, and then search the whole of New York for me. I want to find the murderer who killed my son!"

"No matter whether he is a sharpshooter or a devil, if he offends my Cent family, he will bear the anger of my Cent family!"

"The Cent family is not something that little fish and shrimp can mess with!"

Robert Cent's voice was extremely calm. He had many women and many sons. It was not important to die one or two, although he would not be too sad.

But this kind of person who is enemies of the Cente family must be killed!

This is about the majesty of the Cente family.

...

Chinatown is in Lower Manhattan.

Manhattan has three areas: upper, middle and lower. The upper city is north of Manhattan and the lower city is south of Manhattan.

As for Midtown, it is a gathering place for the wealthy people in Manhattan and a gathering place for the high-rise buildings in Manhattan. The Stark Building in Tony Stark will be established here in the future.

The car only walked in the unmanned neighborhood and drove for more than two hours before reaching Manhattan Chinatown.

It was not until the back door of a pawnshop was opened that I stopped.

"Uncle Bob actually opened a pawnshop?"

Link was a little surprised. The pawn shop owner should be very rich, but when Link walked into the pawn shop, he realized that he was thinking too much.

Although there are some antiques here, most of them are in rags.

The main business is to sell some small things, such as some Chinese-style discs, and some strange objects.

He helped Uncle Long into the room. Under Uncle Long's guidance, Link took out the medicine box and began to help Uncle Long stop the bleeding.

He was shot four times, but none of them were critical. After all, Uncle Long was not stupid either. He was wearing a bulletproof vest, and only injured his arms and thighs.

Moreover, the bullets were not left inside the body, as if they were pierced through the body and shot outside.

After some work, I saw that it was already three o'clock in the evening when Uncle Long fell asleep. Link did not leave, but lay on the sofa for a few hours.

Early in the morning, as soon as I got up, I heard the knock on the door downstairs.

"Old Huo... haven't gotten up yet?"

When Link heard this, he hurriedly walked out, opened the door and saw that it was an American boy. He hurriedly said, "Old Huo is still resting, are you?"

"Oh! I live not far away, I come to find Lao Huo to buy discs, Chinese Kung Fu discs! Bruce Lee's kind!"

"Then you can see it yourself!"

Link didn't stop him, but was a little familiar with him. When the American young man chose a few discs, he left the money and left.

"Ten Tigers in Guangdong? Shaolin Temple? What era is this disc?"

Looking at the disc held by the American guy, Link was a little surprised. This was an American boy who liked Chinese Kung Fu.

Walking out the gate, Link also found the name of the pawnshop: Lu Yan Pawnshop.

"Strange pawnshop!"

Link shook his head and was about to find a place to have breakfast. At this moment, a jewelry store opposite opened and a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old walked out.

Looking at the girl's face, Link was shocked.

"Is this Liu Yifei? What the hell?"

At this time, Liu Yifei was at the peak of her appearance. She was eighteen or nineteen years old, with fair skin and a braid on her head, shaking when she walked.

There is something called "youth" that is full of people.

He also has a temperament called "Little Fairy".

"Golden Swallow Jewelry Store? Could it be?"

Link quickly turned around, walked into the pawnshop, and walked towards the small warehouse in the corner.

The next moment, a dark golden iron rod that looked like copper but not copper appeared in front of Link.

The iron rod is more than two meters long and has strange patterns on it, like dragons and snakes climbing.

Seeing this stick, Link was finally stunned and murmured: "King of Kung Fu? This is a golden cudgel!"
Chapter completed!