Sun God Marvel Chapter 143: Borrowing wine and pouring in the first place

　　Jill Valentine used to be a member of S.T.A.R.S., of course she has now been suspended for investigation.

　　 But for her, it doesn’t matter if she stops working. The Laken City S.T.A.R.S. team has existed in name only, and she has no interest even if she is allowed to continue.

　　 What she wants most now is to avenge her teammates.

　　 But when she thought of this, she couldn't help feeling depressed. The huge gap between ideal and reality made her feel a deep despair. The giant shadow of Umbrella made her feel difficult even to breathe. As for bringing it down, even she herself felt it was idiotic and dreamy.

　　 When people are depressed, they always like to use alcohol to dissolve their sorrows, and Jill is no exception. In fact, she has spent quite a while in this bar. Only here can she forget the depression in her heart.

　　 "Old Josh, give me another cup."

　　 The bar owner shook his head, he reached out and held the glass in front of Jill. Sighed.

　　 "I know you are sad, Jill. But drinking can't solve the problem."

　　 "Damn, when did you change to be a pastor." Jill pushed his hand away and grabbed the bottle directly from him. "I'm consuming, I'm creating income for you. You should honestly fill me with a glass instead of being here like my mother.

　　 "If it weren't because your father and I were old friends, I wouldn't bother to say these nonsense to you." Old Josh took back the bottle with emotion, but poured her a glass of wine. "The last cup, today's is my treat. Otherwise, you can just check out the last few days before you talk."

　　 "I got it, I got it." Jill waved in boredom, but focused on the news on the TV.

　　"The current number of madman attacks in Laken City has increased again. To this day, dozens of cases have occurred. The police station stated that it will do everything possible to prevent these madmen from causing more cases, but At present, the form is not optimistic."

　　 Seeing that Jill is so concerned about the news, Old Joe Xu also waited and watched. Then said with emotion.

　　 "This world is really chaotic. A while ago, there was an Mutants that almost demolished Paris. Now we still have a bunch of lunatics running around in this small place. I really don't know where to put people at ease."

　　 "If I were you, I would be a little farther away from this **** city." Jill took a sip of wine and warned faintly. "These lunatics will most likely kill you."

　　 "Don't think of me as those soft guys who can't even hold a gun!" Old Josh retorted immediately. "Even on the way home, I will carry a shotgun in my bag. If a madman dared to bark my teeth, see if I don't take off some of his big items."

　　 "Unless you break their heads, it won't be useful." Jill smiled and lit a cigarette. "Before they touch you, shoot them in the head. Otherwise, you will be dead. Whether it's bitten or scratched."

　　 Hearing this, Old Joe Xu choked abruptly, and it took him a long time to speak.

　　 "You are joking with me. Seriously, it's not funny at all."

　　 "Do you think I'm joking?" Jill's expression in the smoke is very serious, so serious that Old Joe may not understand her meaning. But he still insisted on his idea.

　　"Then I think you must be drunk, listen to my advice, Jill. You are still young, go back after drinking this cup. Some things will naturally be forgotten after a while."

　　Jill sneered, she breathed out smoke, and her expression was covered.

　　 "You also thought I was crazy, you all thought I was crazy. But it's not me who is crazy. You will regret it in the future."

　　Old Josh shrugged, he didn't mind the warning of Jill at all. In his eyes, this old friend's child must have been overly depressed because of being suspended, and she will naturally get better after a while. He started to get busy with the things at hand, and Jill was unwilling to say more nonsense to him.

　　 These days, she has been regarded by too many people as a lunatic, a lunatic who is full of lies and spreading rumors. She is used to how these people think of her.

　　 Now she is just silently drinking the strong wine in front of her, trying to get herself drunk with these things, so that she can forget the nightmare. But no matter how she instilled herself, it was impossible for herself to forget those things. Those things have completely changed her life.

　　Jill is still drinking, but there is already one more person around. The man looked at her for a while, and then asked after a long time.

　　"Jill Valentine. It should be correct."

　　Jill squinted at this strange Asian, with a tall figure and a strange face. It's a guy that I don't know at all.

　　"Do we know each other?"

　　 "No, I just want to confirm. Are you?" The stranger looked at him, his black flat eyes gleaming only with fluorescence.

　　 "I think you found the wrong person." Jill was drunk and dim, but still very alert. She quietly stretched her hand behind her, where she put a pistol.

　　 "I think I made no mistake, unless there are two people who look exactly the same in this world." The stranger smiled. "But if you still need to confirm. Then, are you a member of Jill Valentine, the former S.T.A.R.S.. Are you a famous madman detective in the city now?"

　　As soon as 　　 said this, Jill immediately stood up from the chair, and she drew a pistol from behind and aimed it at the stranger. There was even a cold question in his mouth.

　　"Are you from Umbrella?"

　　 I have to say, she is very lucky. Because at this time there are no other customers in the bar except her. Otherwise, she can be on TV again by relying solely on the threat of a gun.

　　 "If I were you, I wouldn't do this." The stranger shook his head, trying to get closer. But as soon as he moved, Jill directly opened the insurance.

　　 "If I were you, I wouldn't do this." She said the same thing, but the meaning was completely different. "Answer me, who are you?"

　　 "Seriously, shooting at such a close distance is really unsafe!" The stranger shrugged and sprinted forward. Before Jill reacted, he held the barrel with his hand. Although Jill had subconsciously pulled the trigger, the bullet did not hit the target. It broke the chair beside it.

　　 This made Jill immediately feel very bad. She slammed a fist at the wrist of the strange man, trying to get him to release her pistol by hitting the wrist joint. But the stranger's reaction was faster than her.

　　 He directly bent his arms and elbows against Jill's shoulders, causing her to lean immediately. But he himself was close to his body, grabbing her fist with one hand, and pushing lightly at the same time. Jill, who had already drunk a lot of alcohol, couldn't keep her balance at this moment, and she poured her whole body behind her.

　　 Seeing that she was about to fall to the ground, the stranger yanked again. Pulled her into his arms. But his posture is not ambiguous, but full of intimidation. Because his arms circled her neck, his other hand held the Jill gun against her waist.

　　 "The closer the gun is, the less threatening it is. Because you don't have much time to react." The stranger's laughter sounded in her ears, making Jill angry. She desperately tried to break free of the stranger's hold, but she couldn't break free of his arms.

　　 It seems that she can only choose to catch her with her hands. However, you must know that she is not alone here.

　　 A shotgun stretched out from the side and pointed it at the back of the stranger's head. Old Qiao Xu's fierce voice followed.

　　 "Let her go, bastard. Otherwise you will taste the deer bomb."

　　 "Okay, okay. Don't go off the hook, or this beauty and I will go to tidy up our remains." The stranger slowly raised his gun, and looked at Old Josh's vigilant eyes. Put the gun on the bar little by little.

　　Old Josh stared at him closely, but his attention was inevitably distracted when the pistol dangled past his eyes. And just this time, the stranger seized the opportunity.

　　The pistol suddenly fell on the table, making Old Josh's eyes jump. The stranger took the opportunity to wave his backhand and slammed his arm directly on Old Josh's shotgun. The muzzle of the shotgun shook suddenly, and at this time the shotgun was naturally aimed at no longer the original target. And just taking advantage of this small interval, the stranger has already pulled out a revolver.

　　 The huge and delicate revolver pressed against Old Josh's chin before he moved the muzzle back, making him stop his movements honestly. The stranger smiled softly.

　　 "Although I don't want to say it, but it seems that I won, so how about sitting down and talking?"

　　Jill is still struggling. She has tried elbowing strangers on the ribs, but the effect is not good. This feeling is like gestures with a special forces fighting instructor, all your attacks will not work as they should. Instead, under his attack ~IndoMTL.com~ you are like a boat in the storm, you can't even find the direction.

　　 So in the end, she could only ask discouragedly.

　　 "What do you want to talk about? If Umbrella asks you to shut up, I mind you better kill me. Unless I die, I will never be able to shut up on that matter."

　　 The stranger sighed, and he motioned to Old Josh to throw away the shotgun in his hand. After he did so, he closed the revolver in his hand and released the controlled Jill at the same time.

　　 "I didn't mean anything, Miss Valentine. I want to talk to you about S.T.A.R.S.. I think maybe you need some help."

　　 As soon as he left the arms of the stranger, Jill immediately backed away and pulled away. She looked at the stranger warily and asked.

　　"Help, how can you help me?"

　　"Revenge your comrades and protect the residents of this city. Isn't this help enough?"

　　 revenge. Hearing this word, the tired mind of Jill is like an engine filled with fuel. This is something she has been thinking about. She knew that if she couldn't avenge those teammates who died, she would have no peace in her life. So whether it is for herself or for the dead comrades in arms, she must agree to it.

　　 But the reason has not disappeared from her at any rate, she will not trust a stranger unconditionally. Unless he comes up with something that he can believe.

　　 "Who are you and why help me?"

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