Dimensional demons mixed in with Marvel

Chapter 3: It's all about following a line of command, not personal connections. Give me your l

At two in the morning, a clandestine transaction was taking place on the rooftop.

Peter Parker dazedly weighed his backpack, his thoughts wandering along with Xiaoyu's words. If assassins were determined by their appetite, then someone who could eat the equivalent of three adults in one meal was certainly not to be underestimated.

Wow, what a huge appetite!

Just as his brain had completely gone off track and was slowly turning unconsciously, Lambo had already walked up to him, his chubby little face full of arrogance.

"I'm loyal to the organization, not the person. Give me an apple pie, and I'll do things for you!"

? !

Peter Parker gasped.

Since things have come to this point, we have to keep going, no matter how realistic the pretend play is tonight.

First, he was afraid that the little bull horn in front of him would start crying, and then he and Aunt Mei would have no way to explain it.

Secondly, he was afraid that Xiaoyu would punish him.

He didn't want to be forced to wear a silly red bull's head mask and keep shouting "Bull Warrior never takes off his mask" just because his name was Parker.

God knows what he went through to get Xiaoyu to agree to take him to get revenge on Thompson.

But now, he regrets it.

At such a young age, Peter Parker understood a principle: people always have to pay the price for their choices.

Especially... hatred!

"I'm just buying insurance. If possible, we'll just scare Thompson a little. I'm not particularly driven by revenge."

At this point, Peter Parker paused, let out a long sigh, and continued.

"After all, everyone's been in a bad mood ever since that incident."

"According to Thompson, since we are all good friends, it is only natural to share the burden of a good friend, so he bullied me this morning."

Peter shrugged helplessly, knowing that Thompson would feel better after bullying him.

Before he could finish speaking, Lambo was already scratching his afro, looking impatient.

"It's none of my business. Since you came to me, you have to pay me whether you do it or not."

Lambo jumped up, noticed that Peter was a bit tall, and reached out to tug at Peter's trouser leg. After Peter subconsciously squatted down, Lambo arrogantly stuck out his index finger and poked Peter's shoulder, his tone as arrogant as could be.

"Remember this: if you miss even one apple pie, I won't let you off the hook!"

I've been threatened...

I've been threatened again...

Peter's mind was buzzing; all he wanted now was to end this farce so he could go home and sleep.

Indeed, he shouldn't have sought revenge on Thompson in the first place. It was a terrible thing, and hatred only brought more trouble.

At that moment, young Peter seemed to have seen through the world and become indifferent.

"These are all for you."

"Although I don't know what you're going to do to Thompson, this should be enough, more than enough for you to eat."

Peter Parker quickly opened his backpack, which was neatly filled with fruit pies. In addition to the apple flavor that Lambo had specifically requested, there were also blueberry, orange, and strawberry pies.

"Oh, pie!"

A joyful cheer suddenly rang out, and Peter Parker looked down to see Lambo attacking with both hands at the same time, stuffing two whole fruit pies into his mouth. Crispy crusts fell to the ground in crumbs, and with a crunching sound, a third of the fruit pie had disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Hey, that's right~

He's just a gluttonous little brat after all.

Just as Peter Parker was feeling sentimental, Lambo, who was already happily eating, pulled out a super weapon from his afro.

"Gun! Gun! Gun!"

Peter was startled.

"This is called a Barrett. Look at you, so ignorant."

"Don't worry, as an assassin, Lord Lambo is the most professional. Didn't you just ask me what I was going to do?!"

As Little Horn spoke, the dark muzzle of his gun was pointed at the Thompson family's house across the rooftop.

"It's only right to carry out orders, Lord Lambo, you'll kill him right now!"

"Keep your eyes peeled, the target's head will be smashed like a watermelon!"

Huh?!

This time, Peter was completely dumbfounded.

This is a toy, right? It must be a toy! It can't possibly be... it absolutely can't be real!

Killer, gun, Barrett, Rambo, apple pie, Thompson is a watermelon!

A jumble of keywords, like paste, filled Peter Parker's head, making him increasingly dizzy.

"Bang!"

Almost immediately, a violent gunshot rang out.

Peter was completely conscious. He fell straight to the ground, his whole body convulsing with fear, and his hands and feet went numb.

They opened fire!

Oh no, this is it, I'm totally doomed. I've become the murderer, waaaaah... Thompson!

Just as Peter felt his future was bleak and he was about to be imprisoned, he caught a glimpse of a small figure beside him out of the corner of his eye, who was also lying down in the exact same position as him.

Why?!

Isn't this the world's number one assassin I hired with a whole backpack full of fruit pies?!

Why is Lord Lambo lying down too!

At that moment, Lambo, who was rolling around with his head in his hands, roared furiously while holding back his tears.

"Enemy attack!"

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"The decoy worked. All five NYPD patrol cars have been lured to a distance of three blocks. You can move around with peace of mind now."

The mole's voice came through the headset.

Frank's expression was somewhat serious, and he replied in a deep voice.

"No, just now, the radar on the monster truck activated. I was targeted, but I managed to retaliate successfully."

Upon hearing this, the mole responsible for remote assistance narrowed its eyes, tapped its fingers thoughtfully on the control panel, and began to analyze the situation in a low voice, as if unraveling a mystery.

"So you mean, not someone from the NYPD?!"

"Indeed, according to the news, a large number of police officers are investigating the case of the missing 13,000 tons of gold. Since that incident, the city's gold reserves have quietly disappeared overnight. This matter will be exposed, hehe."

The mole paused for a moment, feeling heartbroken at the thought that his investment gold was also gone.

"So, could it be that people from Hell's Kitchen have come looking for us?!"

"That's not right either. Because of Kingpin's death, the entire underworld is in chaos. There are constantly forces shouting slogans to end everything, but unfortunately, none of them can make it to the next day and see the sun."

The mole paused again, and this time, he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Frank, the infamous Punisher, don't you really think the theft of the gold and Kingpin's death are more worthy of our investigation?!"

"Look what you're doing now! The Midtown High School love triangle murder case!"

"My God, you're kidding me! When did you become a love detective? I had no idea!"

In the headset, the mole's voice sounded quite excited, even accompanied by a cough.

"Although we've always worked very well together in our operations!"

"To be honest, starting tonight, I haven't understood you at all!"