Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 377 Aftertaste and family emergencies (guaranteed second update)
quite a while!

Mark walked through the aisle with his left and right guardians and came to a cabin located in the middle and rear of the submarine.

into the eye.

It was an isolation door, and on both sides of the passage behind the door were neat and orderly cubicles.

Those detained in these compartments are all terrorists or violent elements who have been judged or not judged as having anti-social and anti-earth tendencies...

"Sir!"

"Ok!"

Mark and a staff member stationed at the isolation gate nodded expressionlessly and then said to Debbie, "Wait for me here."

"Yes!" Debbie nodded.

As for Jack?

Ever since this guy got married and returned from his honeymoon, Mark always felt that Jack's heart was floating.

Do you think that since your wife is a rich man, you can just lie down and wait for retirement?

Mark felt the need to give Jack a good rap.

Done.

Mark glanced at Jack and walked straight into the isolation door.

"Fake squid!"

"Federal Dog!"

"go to hell!"

"..."

As soon as he walked in, the small openings on the isolation doors on both sides of the passage were full of green eyeballs.

Along with Mark's movement, the eyeballs followed, eyes full of hatred.

Anyone imprisoned in a sub that never knows when it will see the light of day will.

The Whitewater is a secret prison and a submarine, the space is so big, there is no series of welfare activities such as letting the wind out...

Soon.

Mark stood in the flashing iron door on the right side of the tail, looking at the isolation door of the passage.

The soldier who had just saluted with Mark waved a gesture towards the monitoring room not far away.

The iron door in front of him clicked and broke away from the original locked state.

When Mark opened the door, he saw Teslak, who was extremely short in a white prison uniform, sitting calmly on the small bench in the cubicle.

Mark smiled and said, "How about it, is the room I specially prepared for you comfortable?"

Hearing the voice, the dwarf said without opening his eyes, as if resigned to his fate: "Why didn't you just kill me?"

It has to be said that compared to other people who are doing nothing in the world, although the dwarf is physically deficient, he has surpassed 90.00% of ordinary people in other aspects.

Everyone in the world is half-hearted and likes to talk.

There are very few people who are single-minded and put into action.

Especially for dwarfs.

Saying that he wants to eliminate mutants is not just talking about it, but actually putting it into action and has been moving towards this goal in his own years.

but……

Because of Mark's intrusion, the short dwarf had a wonderful feeling of being born at an untimely moment.

now.

Hearing the dwarf's self-defeating words, Mark even smiled and said: "Killing is always the final choice."

After weighing between killing the dwarf or imprisoning the dwarf, Mark chose the latter.

It's easy to kill the dwarf, but who knows if there will be a second generation of the dwarf.

Besides, aside from the extreme outer space thinking of the dwarf, the dwarf is completely an idol template to inspire and encourage other disabled people.

Mark also made irresponsible and malicious speculations about why the dwarves hated mutants so much.

It should be related to what happened to the dwarf in his childhood.

Maybe the dwarf had a partner, another physically handicapped fellow.

Maybe it's because of the awakening of that partner's X gene that caused that partner to become an ordinary person?

The memory of childhood is the most profound, and it is also a huge factor that can change a person. On this point, the education circle has already researched and concluded...

Paused.

Mark looked at the dwarf who didn't even bother to open his eyes and said lightly: "Although there is no sunlight here, it is still an excellent nursing home."

"I will go out sooner or later." The dwarf said in a deep voice.

"No, you won't!" Mark said lightly: "For the outside world, Mr. Bolivar Teslak has never left New York. On the contrary, Mr. Teslak plans to Engage in philanthropy to inspire and save the bottom mutant group who are still living in misfortune.”

The short dwarf opened his sunken eyes with a swish, stared at the smiling Mark and said in a deep voice, "...you let the damn mutant bastard pretend to be me."

Mark chuckled and said, "Hasn't Mr. Teslak been thinking about Ruiwen day and night? Why are you so excited now?"

"……you!"

"Okay!" Mark restrained the smile on his face and directly interrupted the short dwarf's obscenity, and finally said: "That's it, the outside things have nothing to do with Mr. Teslak."

"You can't do that."

"When you launched a counterattack against me, the end of this game was already doomed."

"...You were the one who stopped me first."

"Yes, I admit it, but unfortunately, I am a person who likes double-sided standards, and I use them very skillfully."

"..."

Mark looked at the straight dwarf who was speechless, and shook his head boredly with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

The source of 36 Strategies and The Art of War is Mark's hometown.

In this game, Mark, who became serious, said that he could hang up the dwarf and beat him violently without giving any thought of fighting back.

Hitting east and west, borrowing corpses to revive souls, crossing the sea with lies, catching thieves and kings, catching thieves behind closed doors...

The acquisition of shares in Teslak Group created an illusion for Teslak, that is, it was thought that Mark would make a big fuss about Teslak’s shares, which was a slap in the face.

Then, the heavy fuss over Teslak's illegitimate son suppressed Teslak's stock price, which further deepened this illusion.

The next step is to cheat the world and capture the thief and capture the king. Showdown with Lucy through equity transfer and memorandum, and target the dwarf to show that this is a personal grudge and has nothing to do with business.

In the end, it was closing the door to catch thieves...

Under the series of tiger-like operations of the serious Mark, if there are any mistakes, Mark feels that he can cut himself off to thank the world.

After half an hour.

Mark set foot on the ground of the port again and looked up at the sky, sighing in his heart.

History teacher, you can rest in peace.

In this game, if the history teacher was here, he would definitely treat this game as a classic battle and analyze 56 consecutive rounds in class.

If grades are required, Mark feels that he can give himself an excellent grade.

Putting on sunglasses, Mark looked at the sea outside the port with one hand on his hips and a cigarette in the other.

After meeting the loser, it was time for Mark to savor the aftermath of the fight.

"...Boss?"

"Ok!"

"Your mother's phone." Debbie behind her put down the phone and handed the satellite phone to Mark.

After Mark grabbed the phone.

"Mark, where are you?" Mother Anglis's voice was almost urgent.

"... outside." Mark replied.

"Where...forget it, you go directly to London."

"what happened?"

"Richard Crawford is missing."

"Who?"

"Your cousin!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)