The Reincarnation Passing by Marvel

Chapter 162 Marco Kissp

"How? Do you trust him?"

Wang Lun said.

"I'll keep an eye on you, Marco, you'd better not let me find the evidence, otherwise..."

Tony Stark glanced at Wang Lun, "Otherwise, your master won't let you go without me!"

Wang Lun smiled.

In fact, he had set a small trap just now.

If Marco Kisper really said one or two suspicious things about Monica in the situation just now, it would prove that he was actually an insider.

On the contrary, whether it is true or not, it proves his innocence.

"Marco, you heard me."

Wang Lun said: "As long as you haven't done it, you don't have to take Tony's words to heart.

Monica's matter will not involve you.

In addition, you should still remember the promise I made to you at the beginning, in the future, don't disappoint my good intentions. "

"Master, I have decided to quit Saiyan Technology, and from now on, I will only be your personal butler."

Marco Kiss said: "When something like this happened, even if the master and Mr. Stark don't mind, I can't convince myself to stay in the organization.

In this case, it is better to quit.In this way, what happens in the organization in the future has nothing to do with me. "

"Let's talk about this later."

Wang Lun said: "Your legs have just recovered, are you tired after standing for so long?

You go to rest first, don't think about it, I will come to see you another day. "

"Owner……"

"That's it."

Wang Lun said, "Tony and I still have to go to Area A, you can go back to your room and rest."

After speaking, Wang Lun left the corridor with Tony Stark.

Marco Kiss watched steadily behind them, until the end, Tony Stark's gaze was still on him, as if it was an X-ray, trying to see him through.

But do mortal eyes have this function?Even Wang Lun doesn't have it, let alone Tony Stark.

Marko Kiss lowered his head and slowly returned to his ward.

He lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, and his heart beat faster, "Plop! Plop!"

It was so dangerous that he almost died on the spot!
Marco Kiss thought fearfully.

He followed Wang Lun for nearly a year.

Although he still dare not say that he understands Wang Lun's temperament [-]%, but he also knows that Wang Lun is not soft when killing people.

What's more, when he kills someone, he might still be laughing and chatting with you one second before, and then he will do it silently the next second.

They don't even give you time to react to changes in their eyes, so stingy!
Of course, this kind of thinking was directly filtered out by Marco Kiss in his mind, and he absolutely dare not keep it.

Today's scene is really too thrilling.

Marco Kiss never imagined that Monica, who was with him day and night, would turn out to be Hydra!

He didn't lie either.

In the past years, he really didn't find anything suspicious about Monica.

However, this is the scariest part.

The person next to the pillow is someone who has concealed his identity for many years... It's chilling to think about!

How did she do it?
How to make yourself look like an ordinary person?
Moreover, Marco Kissp did not expect that one day he would save his life because of this reason.

Thinking about it now, it's a bit embarrassing.

"Monica..."

he murmured.

Vision, blurred by loss of focus.

Then the mind wandered to memories.

In a daze, Marco Kiss found himself back in Hoh Xil.

He saw a lady with long blond hair in front of the fruit stand on the side of the road, bending over, carefully selecting fruits.

The long hair, like a waterfall, swayed gently with her movements when picking fruits, shining brightly under the sunlight.

The wind, the setting sun, the colorful bohemian dresses, the colorful fruits, the wooden carts, the people, the beauties, the beautiful women—all together compose a wonderful picture.

This afternoon, the most profound scene in Marco Kiss's memory quietly emerged at this time.

It turned out to be ten years.

Marco Kisp had tears running down his face, but he didn't notice it.

He remembered that it was a family reunion that day.

He returned to his hometown from New York, and ran into Monica on the way back.

How could this woman who came to travel, a weak woman, escape from the Mafia?
"call……"

Marko Kisper let out a long breath.

He wiped it on his face indiscriminately, ignoring the fact that the majestic man was crying.I want to get up immediately, catch up, and tell Wang Lun and Tony Stark: "..."

His movements froze after half of his body left the bed.

What are you going to say?
pray?

Or a more courageous expression-willing to accept unpredictable results with Monica?

If so...

Marco Kiss fell back on the bed in a daze.

Do not!
He roared inwardly.

He didn't want to lose Monica.

But he might still have the guts to stand up to Tony Stark.

However, what he needs to face is not only Tony Stark, but also the person he is least willing to face at this time-Wang Lun.

As long as he thinks of Wang Lun, Marco Kiss will vent everything in his heart.

Courage, anger, fear... nothing but pleading.

At this second, Marco Kiss did not know whether he should regret the decision he had made.

After all, the call for help was made by myself after weighing the pros and cons.

If not for that phone call, maybe today, maybe the two sides are simply enemies, maybe they died well, maybe other...

In short, things seemed to be doomed from the beginning.

Marko Kisper felt sad, and suddenly a string in his brain was touched.

As he recalled carefully, his complexion suddenly changed.

Here is a line:

First of all, he saw Wang Lun, a non-human existence, and then sent people to find the same kind of person.

Then, the target is found and injured.

Then, ask for help.

During this process, some things were ignored, some were put down, and some were deliberately forgotten by subconscious choices, which were recalled by Marco Kiss again.

Among them, there is Wang Lun's original sentence: "Sokovia is such a remote place, how did you find it?"

After these words were retrieved from memory, they reverberated and roared in Marco Kiss's mind like Huang Zhong Dalu, making him dizzy from the shock.

He held his forehead, and couldn't help but squeezed out a sound in his throat:
"Monica!"

His throat was dry, and the voice he squeezed out was hard, but it was still dry, and he couldn't hear any emotion.

There were only two lines of tears, which flowed out silently along the previous tear trails.

Tears are cold, but they can't compare to the sadness in his heart at the moment.

If all of this was arranged by Monica, then, was the encounter back then also artificially created and arranged on purpose?
(End of this chapter)