New York.

Hell's Kitchen.

It's very messy here, and it's always been, but there's another magical and unique order here.

Fist and gun principles.

You are big and awesome, simple and clear.

In a dark alley, pleasant beatings were constantly ringing.

With a whimper, Mark grabbed the other person's hair calmly, lifted it from the sewage-filled ground, and said, "Now, am I going to pay extra?"

He just inquired about something and was regarded as a fat sheep.

"No, no need!"

"Tell me, where I need it can be found."

"Margaret Sisters Bar! Just on Fifty-fourth Street."

Mark let go of his hand and turned away.

This is the New World, the seventh day he came to this world.

In the last world, he sent Yin Xianghua and his group to Busan, turned around and left, then found a hotel with relatively intact facilities, washed up, ate, and rested. Then he ended his mission and left that world.

This is a new world, and he has a new mission.

Name: Mark.

World: Reversal of the Future (X-Men)

Identity: None.

Mission: 1. Living in this world for two years.

2. In two years, the task commission of three different plot characters was completed as a mercenary.

3. In two years, he completed fifty ordinary task commissions as a mercenary.

Note: Whether the entrusted tasks are included in the system will be determined by the system.

Current points: 0.

After the last world ended, there was no need for Mark on the lottery turntable, so he redeemed points because the things on the lottery turntable were not very valuable. He only got 10 points and then had 30 points.

But before these 30 points were heated, he exchanged them for things.

He has passed three worlds now, so the redemption store's merchandise has been updated.

There are still three types, namely:

1. Small life potion     10 points.

2. Accept the ring (one cubic cube) 20 points.

3. Randomly select a skill suitable for the host   20 points.

He exchanged 30 points for small life potion and ring.

Needless to say, the importance of the potion of life can be used to save lives at critical moments. The space equipment used to hold things is a must-have for travelers, and he naturally needs it.

Two worlds are thirty, and the fingers are all cleared.

However, this is not a pity. After all, the exchanged things are all needed by Mark.

In a week, Mark had enough rest and finally decided to start his own task.

This is a world that reverses the future, when the time he is in is not a dark future, but the past.

It is September 1971. If he remembers correctly, the plot of reversing the future takes place in January 1973. In other words, there is still more than a year before the future Wolverine's "consciousness" travels through the present.

In the past year, he can complete ordinary tasks first, so he wants to find a place to take on the tasks.

Unexpectedly, he could be robbed if he just asked for a way.

Should I say, is it worthy of being Hell's Kitchen?

Fifty-fourth Street is not far from where he is. Along the current road, Mark admires the beautiful scenery along the way and quickly finds his goal.

Margaret Sisters Bar.

This name is fantastic, but when you open the bar door and walk in, you will find that the word "sister" is not at all related to the word "sister".

They are all rough men and women who are more fierce than men.

"Welcome to Margaret, what do you want to drink?"

When Mark walked to the bar, a man with glasses wiped the bar and asked with a smile.

Mark pondered and said, "Come on a glass of water."

The bar owner nicknamed Mole was stunned for a moment and said with a strange expression: "Water?"

He also met the guest who ordered water in his bar for the first time.

Mark nodded.

"Hold on!"

The mole turned and poured a glass of cold boiled water for Mark, saying, "One dollar."

Mark reached out to take out a coin, stretched out his hand and the silver coin drew a beautiful arc and fell into the cash coin on the bar.

The mole looked at Mark unexpectedly.

This is a pretty hand.

Mark picked up the water cup, took a sip, looked up, and suddenly noticed a blackboard above his head.

Death bet.

There are names written on the blackboard, and there are some numbers marked after the names. Obviously, this is the amount of money that is under pressure in the gambling game.

Um?

Wade?

Mark frowned when he saw a name.

This name feels a bit familiar. It means he has heard of this name, but in the future, is there any plot character named Wade?

After thinking for a few seconds, Mark, who had no answer, gave up his memories and glanced at the people in the bar while drinking water.

With his keen hearing, he could hear a lot of explosive content.

Come to the right place.

Mark raised his eyebrows and looked at the mole.

The Mole looked at Mark strangely and suddenly asked, "Aren't you a note?"

He saw all Mark's actions just now, as if the police were looking for clues.

Shaking his head, Mark smiled and said, "I'm not those unlucky guys."

"I prefer being a mercenary, doing some tasks or something more than that."

Mark looked at the mole, tapped his finger on the table, and said, "Do you have any tasks?"

The mole looked at Mark with his arms and said, "Task? Not everyone here can get the task!"

After saying that, before Mark could respond, Mole looked at a man walking towards the bar with a hood.

"What do you want?"

"Take your life!"

With an angry shout, the man with a hood took out a pistol from his arms, aimed it at the mole that had not yet reacted, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!"

With a gunshot, the bullet rubbed the mole's hair and fell on the wine cabinet behind him, smashing a bottle of wine into pieces.

Of course, this is not a killer who missed it, but Mark raised his hand and thrust the other party's hand.

The killer was stunned by the accident for a moment, and his gun turned and pointed at Mark.

"Bang!"

With a gunshot, the bullet was dodged by Mark on his head slightly. Before the other party could fire a second shot, Mark suddenly stood up, grabbed the other party's gun with one hand, and stepped forward, as if he had rushed into the killer's arms, and elbowed the other party's chest. When the other party let out a cry of pain, his body was spared, and he appeared after the killer stretched out, and he reached out to hold the killer's head and pressed it on the bar.

With a muffled sound, the muzzle with residual heat was fixed on the killer's head. The killer's body froze, glaring at the mole in anger, and said, "Battleman, you're lucky!"

The mole came back to his senses, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, waved his hands at the mercenaries standing in the bar, and said, "It's okay!"

The mercenaries shrugged and returned to their seats.
Chapter completed!