Beauty Man: Infinite Possession

Chapter 220 Dense Fog
"These damned alien bastards!"

"Damn Avengers, damn Washington!"

New York, Atlantic coast.

On an old fishing boat full of rust, a wrinkled white man was holding a wine bottle in one hand, cursing indignantly from his mouth.

The war in New York took everything from him, his house, his family, everything from him.

"Why, why is it me, why! Why didn't the Avengers of shit save my family, my dear Mary, she is only 16 years old, why..."

He poured down the vodka in his hand, as if he was tired from cursing, the man began to cry uncontrollably.

Underneath, the fishing boat was drifting with the current driven by the waves, and it had already gone nowhere, and the entire cabin was empty without any reserve.In fact, as early as the moment he went to sea, the man was ready to leave forever. He had already lost everything he had, his warm home, his lovely daughter, and he had nothing left.

Under the influence of alcohol, the man's consciousness became blurred. He lay on the bow of the boat and looked up at the distant coastline. Suddenly, a thick fog appeared on the sea.

The dense fog came suddenly, without any warning.

Along with the thick fog, a strange boat began to appear around the fishing boat.

"This is?"

The sudden heavy fog made the man's drunken brain clearer. He opened his sleepy eyes and looked at the boat that appeared around him.

The shape of the boat is very strange, it does not seem to be a modern product. A woman with an expressionless face sits on the simple wooden boat. In front of her eyes is a kerosene lamp that was only used in the Middle Ages. The thick fog in front of my eyes.

The strange scene made the man completely sober from the alcohol. He turned his head to look at everything around him, only to find that at some point, a large number of wooden boats had appeared and surrounded his small fishing village.

On every wooden boat, there is a figure with a blank face sitting inside.

The man panicked and scanned the densely packed wooden boats around him. The strange scene in front of him suppressed the sadness in his heart. His eyes swept over these expressionless figures, but he was immediately attracted by a familiar face.

"Mary? Mary!"

The man blinked his eyes in disbelief, and looked at a wooden boat not far from him, where his dead daughter was sitting there intact, without a single scar on her beautiful face.

"Mary, I'm here, can you hear me?!"

With trembling lips, the man saw his daughter sitting on the wooden boat, the excitement suppressed his panic, and he shouted almost without thinking.

However, there was still a man who broke his throat by shouting, but Mary on the wooden boat still did not respond at all. She was still sitting on the wooden boat with a blank expression, looking at the kerosene lamp emitting a faint light in front of her eyes.

"No, it can't be like this, no!"

Seeing that the wooden boat carrying his daughter gradually drove away without any response, the man's originally excited expression suddenly became stiff. He gritted his teeth, stood up staggeringly, controlled the fishing boat and moved towards the boat without hesitation. Chase in the direction where the wooden boat disappeared.

In the thick fog, after chasing for an unknown amount of time, the man's physical strength has long since bottomed out, and the only thing supporting him is his hope for his daughter Mary.

"Fog, is it gone?"

Unknowingly, the thick fog that had covered the sea gradually dissipated, and the wooden boat that was originally driving in it also disappeared with the thick fog.

Looking at the wooden boat disappearing into the thick fog, the grief and indignation on the man's face hadn't had time to show. In the next second, a huge ship with red ominous light like a phantom appeared in front of his eyes.

……

In Stark Industries, Adrian Toomes is directing the employees below to dismantle and recycle the waste of Chitauri. The wreckage left by these alien technologies, even if they are only incomplete equipment, the technology contained in them Success still makes him feel excited, and it is foreseeable how much reward he will get when he studies these waste materials thoroughly.

"This is simply the best decision I've ever made in my life!"

There was a smug smile on Yin Eagle's face, and before the smile on Adrian Toomes' face spread, a sudden sound of stopping came.

"Everyone, stop what you're doing!"

Adrian Toomes turned his head, and saw a fat woman with white hair walking in with a small group of people, and said according to the script.

"According to the latest document order signed by the President, from now on, we will take over the cleaning work, everyone has worked hard."

"who are you?"

Looking at the group of uninvited guests who suddenly appeared in the wreckage of Stark Industries in front of him, Adrian Toomes began to feel uneasy.

"Damage Control."

Glanced across to Adrian Toomes, one of them replied.

"Listen," the situation in front of him began to move towards the unforeseen result of Adrian Toomes. In order to get this chance of recycling, he had put everything on himself: "I have signed a contract with the city government. The contract has legal qualifications for recycling, you can't just make me give up with a few words."

"I'm sorry, Mr Adrian Toomes, but from now on all recycling will be done by us."

The alien weapons left by the Chitauri are extremely powerful.It is impossible for the American government to allow ordinary people like Adrian Toomes to control such technology, so almost at the end of the New York War, the White House issued an order to quickly set up a "damage control department" to take over all related Qi Subsequent recycling of Taree waste.

Adrian Toomes was bad luck.

"So, please hand in all the alien technology you have collected." The woman continued, scanning the large wreckage in Stark Industries.

"So, what about my loss? In order to win this opportunity, I put almost everything on it. If I don't gain anything, I will go bankrupt." The expression on Adrian Toomes' face became agitated. After completing the recycling work, he sold his property and gave the bank a large amount of money to get the authorization from the city government. As a result, someone suddenly told him that the authorization was no longer valid.

This simply drove him to death.

"I'm sorry sir, but there's nothing I can do about it."

The woman replied with a straight face, expressionless.

"However, if you want to complain, you can go to my supervisor."

(End of this chapter)