"If you don't go in heaven, you don't want to break in hell..." Imir had no good idea for such a person who threw himself into death. He suppressed the anger in his heart and opened the door.

A strong man who looked about 200 pounds stumbled in and carried a bottle of wine in his hand and a silver pistol in his other hand.

The residents in the corridor saw Old Babu walking into Imir's house, and they all hid in the dark and drew a gesture of God on their chests for the poor brother and brother.

Old Babu, who had been filled with whiskey, staggered to the dining table, looked at Emire and laughed: "Little guy, you are alone at home, where is your sister Kathlin? Tell her that Old Babu is here, let her come out to serve me quickly."

As a qualified hooligan, Old Babu's understanding of Hell Kitchen is like his own back garden. If his house has a back garden, Old Babu has long been eager to see Kathlin, a beautiful woman who lives in Hell Kitchen.

However, the organization he works in is extremely strict in managing members. He did not receive the orders of the boss, and no one dared to come to the apartment building to act wildly.

It is strange to say that the Manhattan area, which is chaotic like hell on earth, actually has its own set of underground rules. As long as you abide by this set of rules, even an ordinary person can be safe here. If you pass this rule, even a little bit, even Daredevil will be rejected and chased.

Today is an exception. The task that Lao Babu received from the boss was to drive away all the residents of the apartment. Since he had such an order, Lao Babu felt like he had no taboos.

When I heard the bastard mention his sister again, Imil felt that it was all a kind of defilement. He grinded his teeth and said angrily: "What did you say? I didn't hear it clearly!"

Even though he was drunk, Old Babu was really surprised. He wiped his eyes. He couldn't believe that the coward Imir standing in front of him was the famous coward in Hell's Kitchen.

After being scolded by cowards, Old Babble suddenly became a little angry. He slapped the pistol in his hand on the table, and his fingers almost poked into Imir's mouth:

"Little boy, I tell you, don't think that Kirkley's mistress protected your family in the past, and you can be arrogant in front of Old Bab. Do you know, Kirkley has been killed by our boss with his own hands. Do you dare to talk to me like this, be careful of me..."

Imil searched in his mind that Hell Kitchen is not a solid piece, and there are several forces inside. His sister Kathlin was able to take her to gain a foothold in Hell Kitchen alone, and it seemed that she was also taken care of by one of the forces.

Kirkley, who was killed by his boss at Old Babu, was a member of that force, probably like Old Babu has a similar position in their power.

Imil shook his head with some distress. How confused is his body when he is alive? Every time something critical will be broken. For this organization that has always taken care of him and his sister Kathlin, there is only such a vague impression in his mind.

Imil reached out and patted Lao Babu's fingers, and asked curiously: "What can you do with me if I say this?"

"Be careful of me..."

Old Babu said the harsh words, and he was suddenly stunned. He really didn't expect that the famous coward Imil would dare to talk to him like this. Shouldn't he just be a nerd who devoted himself to studying hard? Walking on the street, others dared to rub Byron's poems into balls and kick him in the head.

If such a nerdy boy had not been secretly taken care of by Kirkley, he would have long known where he was beaten by the gangster.

But what happened today? Kirkley is dead now.

Old Babu really couldn't figure it out, what confidence did Imir have to talk to him like this...

Imil smiled faintly: "Why, are you talking? That's great, you don't have to talk anymore." He slowly took a step back, and ghost fire appeared in his eyes: "I died twice for no reason, and I'm holding my evil fire in my heart. I don't know where to attack. Old Babu, you are very lucky to be able to come to my country..."

"The world of inner world, a place of resentment!" Imil crossed his hands in front of his chest and suddenly opened. The dark mist suddenly rippled around him like water waves.

Learning from the lessons from last night, this time, Imil took the initiative to take action while awake, carefully restraining the power of resentment in his room.

Old Babu showed a look of fear on his face, and an inexplicable chill rose from the soles of his feet to his heart. In this small apartment suite, time and space were also distorted, and time and space were not controlled by the laws of nature and were inverted and confused.

Imil did not take action. He didn't need to deal with such an ordinary person who was powerless. What he was more concerned about now is that since he was reborn in this world, his mind seemed to have changed.

That's true. In his previous life, he just wanted to visit the Longinus gun in the museum. He didn't help anyone but suffered a murder. And now his body is even more unfair and he doesn't know why he died until he dies.

The resentment accumulated by being killed with hatred in these two lives is indeed as Emire said, and has been wandering deep in his heart. No one can still maintain a balanced mind after being killed twice.

If Old Babu hadn't said the filthy words and defiled his sister Kathlin and caused the resentment in Imil's heart to burst out, Imil wouldn't have noticed this slight psychological change for a long time.

Although it has been buried in the deepest part of my heart, over time, Imil has no confidence to keep his normal mind even after being subtly influenced by it.

You know, even if you have superhuman power, in this world, in addition to superheroes, there are also various super criminals active. These super criminals are actually because they cannot control the dark side in their hearts, so they fall into depravity.

Speaking of the darkness in my heart, whether it is a naturally mutated mutant, a super soldier transformed by the acquired one, or an Iron Man, who can compare with Imir, who is a resentful ghost?

To put it bluntly, Emier is not simply a dark mental state, but his existence is a collection of negative energy. Although he usually looks like an ordinary body of mortals, he can easily transform into a ghost spirit body at any time with just one thought!
Chapter completed!