Marvel: The Twelve Spells

At the same time, something unpleasant happened in the Morgan Bank a street away...

a few minutes ago.

A thin man stood in front of the crosswalk on the road. He raised his hands and stretched his body, waiting alone for the red light on the other side of the road to flash.

The man was wearing a black sweatshirt and jeans, with a terrifying demon mask on his face. His appearance was similar to that of the recently famous evil villain Demon, but people passing by would not even take a second look at him.

The Devil is the most popular villain on the Internet, and his number of fans even exceeds that of many superheroes... This has led to various devil masks being sold out of stock, and countless ardent fans of the Devil wandering around the streets wearing masks all day long.

If you take the subway in New York, you will most likely see a row of passengers wearing devil masks sitting together in a car. At this time, it is recommended that you stay away from this group of lunatics. It is best to exit the car and wait for the next subway. .

But the quality of this fan is still very high. At least he will wait for the red light when walking on a zebra crossing.

The sun stretched his shadow very long, shining on the stinky ditch and civilian restaurant behind him. On the wall of the restaurant was a huge skull graffiti.

The gangsters in the alley next to him were gathering together to get fans, their faces full of depression.

Opposite them is the luxurious J.P. Morgan Bank, one of the pillar industries of J.P. Morgan Chase Group.

The red dot across the road flashed little by little until it ended.

The light turned green and the man was about to take a step forward when suddenly a dilapidated pickup truck suddenly stopped in front of him with a harsh friction sound.

The demon mask on his face showed a dissatisfied expression, and he pinched his wrist...

Devil! I'm glad you're not late this time, but did you forget to bring something? The car door was pushed open, and a man with a black hood on his head roared, Are you going to rob the Morgan Bank with nothing? Sure enough, people who worship devils have no brains!

We don't have much time. If we continue chatting, the next time we meet is in Rikers Island Prison. The driver of the pickup truck turned his head and said with a smile. He wore a black stocking on his head and buttoned it over his eyes. Exit the cave.

The man in the black hood angrily got out of the way. The demon was stunned for a moment, then got into the car and closed the door.

No one noticed that in the trash can dozens of meters away, a man struggled to crawl out of the trash can. He struggled to pull off the deformed demon mask, and his face was covered with unknown liquid...

There was a black man sitting in the passenger seat. There was no disguise on his face. He raised his head at the demon and threw a Browning pistol and several magazines.

The devil didn't say anything after taking the pistol and magazine. The man in stockings driving the car glanced at him in the rearview mirror... The man in stockings suddenly saw the devil mask smiling!

The man in stockings blinked, and the devil mask returned to its fixed expression... He exhaled and shook the unrealistic thoughts out of his head. Although he was already a Class A criminal wanted by the police, facing Morgan Bank, He still gets nervous.

But his nervousness was not fear, but... excitement!

The total deposits of Morgan Bank are US$1.5 trillion, accounting for 25% of the total deposits in the United States. Even though this is just a branch, the US dollars and gold stored in the vault far exceed those of the banks he has robbed before!

Guys, this is definitely our last order. The man in stockings hit the steering wheel to the left. If you succeed, you will get enough wealth to spend a lifetime. If you fail, you will die or be imprisoned for life.

The man in stockings stepped on the accelerator, and the pickup truck engine roared!

The man sitting next to the demon blushed instantly. He took out a submachine gun and stretched it out the window to shoot at passers-by, roaring crazily.

There was a strong push on the back, the pickup truck honked its horn and accelerated with all its strength, crashing into the Morgan Bank opposite with a roar!

The security guard at the door realized something was wrong and immediately picked up his weapon to stop these people.

The black man sitting in the passenger seat raised his hand and swept away the security guard, leaving blood holes all over him.

The pickup truck smashed through the glass door of Morgan Bank and entered the lobby, hitting several staff and waiting customers until it stopped in front of the bank's counter.

The man in stockings opened the door and got out of the car, stepping on a body that was rolled under the car. He opened fire.

Dear gentlemen and ladies, you still have a chance to survive if you squat down and hold your head...

Gunfire roared instantly in the lobby. The black man and another man in a hooded shot skillfully eliminated the security guards and staff in the lobby, and at the same time cut off the alarm call.

The lobby manager had just been chatting with a woman, but he saw this and knew what was happening in the bank.

The cash is in the vault, don't hurt my employees and customers...

Before he could finish speaking, he fell to the ground amid gunfire. The man in stockings put down his gun and rushed to the counter to find the key.

Look at this group of hostages and guard the door! the man in stockings said to the black man.

The devil followed the man in stockings and the man in the hood, walked through the magnificent hall to the warehouse, and used the key to open the door of the vault.

The door of the vault was open, filled with green banknotes.

The man in the hood rushed in first, but suddenly the man in stockings at the door raised his gun and fired. The 9mm bullet penetrated his chest directly, and blood spurted out.

The man in the hood looked back, an expression of disbelief was printed on his hood, and then he fell to the ground with a thud.

You know, with one less person, we can allocate more money... Of course, the biggest reason is that damn, he actually dared to leave me behind last time!

The man in stockings walked into the warehouse with a canvas bag. As he put the money, he turned back and smiled at the devil, Of course I will not forget that you drove back to save me last time. You go and kill the silent guy outside, and we will split it equally. …”

Suddenly his words stopped. This time he clearly saw the devil mask and smiled...

Luo Xia raised her hand, and the man in stockings raised his gun in fear, but everything was over.

The flames spewed out like a dragon's breath, and in an instant the man in stockings and the massive amount of U.S. dollars were reduced to ashes.

Luo Xia raised his head, smiled at the camera in the corner, and turned to leave.

When he returned to the lobby again, he could already hear the sound of police sirens in the distance.

Where are they? The black man holding a gun rushed up and asked anxiously.

Luo Xia took out the Browning pistol and said, You will see each other soon.

Luo Xia fired a little unfamiliarly and emptied the magazine. Demons don't use firearms, anyone knows that.

Luo Xia slowly came to the counter. The tax in this area was very high, and the police were dispatched very quickly. The police officers holding anti-riot shields had already got out of the car and rushed to the door.

Luo Xia raised his hand and activated the Dragon Talisman again, and the broken glass door was completely melted. Several explosion-proof police officers were blown away and rolled to the ground covered in flames, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

A pillar of fire flew out again, and the hit police car exploded instantly.

Report to headquarters, we have encountered a person with super powers! Requesting support! Requesting support! a police officer yelled into the walkie-talkie.

Amidst the chaotic screams, Luo Xia reached out and gently knocked on the bulletproof glass of the counter. A female staff member hiding under the table could only walk out under his gaze.

Do you need any help? Mr. Devil. Everyone in New York doesn't recognize this mask.

He picked up the paper bag on the side and handed it in. He smiled: Old banknotes, no consecutive numbers, fill them up, thank you!

Even though they were separated by a layer of solid bulletproof glass, the staff did not dare to disobey the devil and could only obey it obediently...