Players In Marvel Chapter 772

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In the capital of hell, on the edge of the city, in the "slums"...

"Woman, you won't keep winning."

Mr. Hawke, who came to collect the rent, left a bag of head money.

besides…

A special enough banknote.

The reason is special.

It is because this **** currency with a large enough face value does not come from human souls.

But the beasts of hell.

"But at least I won this time, that's enough."

Laura picked up the revolver that had been thrown on the ground.

The last bullet hit Mr. Hawke's head as he wished, and he fired it himself.

The winner of Russian roulette is Laura, and the other party needs to pay chips of the soul.

"One bullet is not enough to kill a demon."

"But the gamble from the devil king can force them to pay their souls."

"In the eyes of Mephisto, I think our souls are equivalent to the souls of demons."

Laura opened to depict gold threads and **** script, and a string of zero bills.

The head of the evil beast is roaring.

However, it is no different from those souls imprisoned on gold coins.

only.

Is it trapped and locked on this small paper, with a slightly larger area for movement? !

"It's a bad feeling."

Aaron threw away the weapon in his hand.

"I always think that equal treatment is a good word, but if it is used in the joke of the soul, it is really pitiful."

Aaron saw the rules of the capital of hell.

Even though this Mr. Hawke is extremely reluctant, once the betting starts.

When Laura shot first, he had no right to refuse.

And the winner.

You can get chips.

And the loser.

No matter who you are, you must give your soul, which can be your own or someone else's.

Perhaps the only advantage of demons is that they always have some souls in stock!

correct!

in stock? !

"You said that this place is still called the capital of gold, then..."

Aaron suddenly realized that he had a guess and asked Laura.

"hehe."

Laura laughed.

She is a very cold woman, handsome and unrestrained is not an exaggeration to describe her.

But it turns out that Laura is beautiful when she smiles.

"You're with me again."

"It's in the very center of the city, did you see the tallest building?!"

Aaron looked along the position of Laura's fingers.

Even on the edge of the city, you can go all the way to the dark sky.

High-rise buildings shining with colorful lights.

There may be 100 floors or 200 floors, and it may be a taller building in common sense.

It's far away, but it's very clear.

topmost.

Archdemon Asmodeus' name is marked on the top of the building.

"Asmodeus Building, the highest point of the Hell Hotel, there are all the loser's chips!"

"The largest soul vault in the entire capital of hell!"

"Capturing him is equivalent to obtaining the wealth of the devil king, are you excited?!"

"adventurer?!"

Laura's goal.

I don't know how long this woman has been in the capital of hell, but the soul of an adventurer has already guided the way.

If you want to play, you can play with a big ticket.

"ah?!"

"I, I mean, maybe I can use soul gold coins to find some solutions to troubles?!"

"To be precise...we are archaeologists, not thieves!"

Aaron spread his hands.

what happened? !

He seemed to see a little snake suddenly, hey, this is not the reaction an archaeologist should have.

However.

Facing the temptation of ancient objects and the devil's treasure, Laura couldn't hold back at all!

She also wants to obtain the secret of soul gold coins.

And now.

It seems that he has found a helper who can be talked about.

"Yeah?!"

"I agree with you, we are archaeologists, so we want to break into the devil's vault!"

"Maybe we need some other strong firepower!"

Hell Capital, Inner City, 42nd Street.

boom!

The sudden powerful shooting, the golden bullets brought a huge impact.

Thus tearing apart the demon's body.

The names of these Hell natives need not be cared, for their souls are about to become the spoils of a murderer.

"You made a foul!"

In the situation where the tables, chairs and benches were overturned, and the streets began to become chaotic.

Half of the horns on its head were shattered, and the lingering demon roared.

kill!

Without any hesitation, the carnage that rushed in!

"This is not a gamble! This is a provocation!"

"damn it!"

"You **** will pay the price."

same!

The few "lucky ones" who haven't completely died are also roaring.

they think.

This is the rule of provoking Lord Asmodeus and the capital of hell.

even.

It is a foolish act to provoke the great devil king!

However.

In this regard, the uninvited guests who broke into the 42nd block expressed different views on this.

"Everything follows the rules."

"I bet my life, and you bet yours, everything is so fair!"

The voice of speaking seemed old and more serious.

click.

It was the sound of a pistol being loaded.

However, it is unbelievable that this gun is actually a gun made of gold.

more accurate term.

This is a killing tool made by melting an unknown amount of head gold.

It is also because of this gun.

Containing the power of soul gold coins, it possesses the power enough to kill demons.

Snapped!

A soul gold coin with a basic face value was dunked into the magazine as a bullet!

Peng!

It was obviously a normal caliber launch, but the explosion caused almost overturned the area more than 10 meters in front of it.

for a moment.

The noisy demon cubs completely disappeared.

"And the price, I have already paid!"

All is quiet.

There is only the sound of losing the bet, shattering the body, and the souls of the demons turning into "wealth" with a large face value scattered on the ground.

Jingle Bell.

Such a melodious rhythm is like the winner on the gambling table, reaping the victory of this round.

However.

For George Stacey, everything seemed so cold and empty again.

He bent over.

Step by step, he picked up the gold coins in the debris of the ruins.

At face value.

Those demon spirits are still yelling at him, but so what? !

Old George was silent.

The body that was originally middle-aged and slightly fat has completely disappeared at this time.

Robust muscles, strong bones, and... demonic horns growing out of his head.

as well as…

Half of his face turned blue and red, his muscles twisted, and his appearance was terrifying.

Just like what old George said just now, he has already paid the price.

Give half of yourself to hell.

"Hey, Sheriff!"

"I finally found you, and I ran three streets for it."

Flapping its wings, its body is fat like a ball, with a long and slender black tail like a peach heart.

Old George knew him.

This demon comes from the Asmodeus Mansion, and it is dedicated to delivering important information to the great demon.

As for the name? !

unimportant!

"Before I shoot you down, make it clear what you want to say."

"5 seconds!"

Old George's tone was stiff.

When he sold his soul to hell, he probably took some of his emotions with him.

But that's a good thing.

At least old George thinks so, if only he could be a little harsher!

Less pity, less hesitation.

Like in New York.

If only he had been less indecisive that night, if he had acted earlier.

If he can kill the devil as decisively as he is now, he can kill the black handed Wa Long first!

perhaps…

All kinds of disasters will not happen.

certainly.

At this moment, all of this is just old George's self-comfort.

He is the chief of the Hell City Police Department!

Although he was the only one in the entire police station except for the **** beasts he raised.

And the rest of the demons who signed up let him collapse.

but!

George Sr. does not regret his decision.

He blocked his own soul, in exchange for an identity that still had some status in the eyes of the devil.

Although this identity may sometimes be like a joke like a clown.

But that's enough.

"Gwen..."

Old George said the name often.

This may be the last bit of tenderness left by him in his current state.

Also for my daughter.

He never wants to see his daughter's soul in the capital of hell, so...

He's just doing his best to find someone who can kill the demon.

It's just a small possibility to maintain the balance of the big devil to the "ridiculous game".

to this end!

Even if it is working for Asmodeus, it will become a loathed existence in the mouths of more souls.

Old George is willing to do it too!

"Hee hee hee."

"Don't be so fierce, you who have a human soul, after accepting the power of hell."

"Why do you have to think on the side of the devil?!"

Yuangu, the little devil in the middle of winter.

Flying in circles around old George, the voice sounds very cute and childlike.

However, looking at the "chips" under the ruins, the overflowing greed is not concealed.

perhaps…

It's a rare trip for Master Asmodeus, shouldn't he ask for some tips? !

"four three…"

As George Sr. counts down, here comes the "tip".

The special gun for the sheriff, the gun made of soul gold, directly hits the stomach.

The little devil trembled from the cold.

That was scary.

"Okay, okay."

"Take this, Master Asmodeus gave it to you..."

The little devil wrapped his tail around his back, and threw out a wrapped... parchment scroll.

Old George held out his hand and took it.

It didn't fully unfold, but just saw the strand of black hair from the corner.

is a human being.

It's a woman.

It was a priestess in a kimono, and old George naturally knew who she was.

"Finally can't help it?!"

Old George grumbled.

He knew that what he held in his hand was a wanted warrant that the great demon had just signed.

What they are facing is the capital of hell, or the entire territory of hell.

"Go to the TV tower to find your old acquaintance!"

"In the shortest time, everyone must know whether it is the inner city or the outer city!"

Old George turned around and left, ignoring the chattering little devil behind him.

And the little devil was flying around, still yelling loudly at old George.

"This is a huge reward."

The capital of hell, the inner city, the central area of ​​the fifth district.

Here is the largest entertainment industry, broadcasting companies, tower radio stations, movies and newspapers, all the facilities are here.

After all... Pleasure and depravity are also part of hell.

"George Stacy."

"You know I don't welcome you now, before I drive someone away, you'd better leave by yourself."

Daily Clarion.

Re-opening in hell, behind the desk in front of you is old George's old acquaintance.

J. Jonah Jameson

"Hell Daily."

Old George looked at the sign pasted on the door. The Daily Bugle had changed its name.

"That's what the stupid devil did himself."

"Where I am, there is the Daily Bugle, even hell!"

Jonah Jameson's tone as usual.

It seems that even the soul that fell into **** cannot change his backbone in the face of evil.

Old George knew him best.

When I was in New York, even as the chief of the New York Police Department, I was not less sprayed by Jonah Jameson.

then.

Facing Walloon who kidnapped Playboy, this guy was the one who sprayed the most fiercely.

"When I came last month, you still had arms, and you could point at my nose and curse."

"But now it seems..."

Old George spoke halfway, and his tone suddenly fell silent.

"Ha ha."

Jonah laughed, still curling up his moustache, cursing at old George.

"Are you pitying me?!"

"A **** who turned into a demon, do I need you to care about me?!"

"Even if I only have one head left, I will never forget that I am alone!"

"The soul that belongs to man is the noblest!"

Yes.

Jonah Jameson, who appeared in front of old George, now has only one head left on the desk.

His soul was divided.

A more accurate statement is that in the devil's game, he lost most of his positions.

The face value of ordinary souls is only one gold coin.

And like Jonah Jameson, the editor-in-chief of the Hell Daily, which is now personally named by the great demon Lord Asmodeus.

His soul is more playful!

Every time you lose, remove some souls as incomplete gold coins, although the face value is very low.

but!

A clamoring mortal soul, a poor wretch who only has a head left and is still talking nonsense on TV!

What could please demons more than a sight like this? !

Jonah Jameson did not completely turn into a gold coin after losing the bet.

on the contrary!

He sank into an even more terrifying hell.

But does it matter? !

It doesn't matter, because as long as Jonah Jameson has one mouth left, he will never be convinced!

while alive.

By Wallon, by Typhoid Mary, with a gun to the head.

now.

Face these demons who should be crushed into scum in hell.

Jonah Jameson still does!

"Since it's inconvenient for you ~www.mtlnovel.com~ I'll do it myself."

Old George said nothing.

He went straight to the news broadcasting station, and then spread out the arrest warrant on the parchment in his hand.

"Witch..."

At this moment, Jonah Jameson was also stunned.

"Her name is Kikyo."

Old George said the name of the witch and said.

"Asmodeus offered her a reward of 100 million gold coins!"

"One hundred million?!"

Jonah Jameson was stunned once again.

This amount, unless the **** vault is opened, will definitely include the souls of many **** natives.

after all.

There are many human souls in the capital of hell, but not so many.

but…

Demons and humans are treated equally, plus visitors from other dimensions.

The souls of living beings are trustworthy circulation items in hell.

In this way!

100 million souls will drive all **** monsters crazy!

"George Stacey!"

Jonah Jameson jumped up from the desk in excitement, and he even tried to bite Old George with his mouth.

"You can't do this, you will kill her, the witch saved the people of three states!"

"It's because of her that this **** city isn't filled!"

"The bounty of 100 million won't all be paid by human souls, you can't really become a lackey of the devil!"

Beep!

And in response to Jonah Jameson, it was George Sr. pressing the send button on the news station.

"You will be punished!"

Jonah Jameson fell to the ground, watching helplessly as the image of the Miko was sent.

"retribution!"

Old George spoke slowly.

"I wait for the holy arrow to enter my heart, but until then...we have no choice."

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