Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 515 Mark's Photon Bar (Second Guarantee)

three days later.

Mark has more important things to do than watching the development of the Women's Super League plot.

Licking a dog is always licking a dog.

It is not possible to change the dog-licking attributes by just changing one's body.

Mark really couldn't stand the picture of a straight man in a suit shaking his sewing machine over there.

The intersection of Fifth Avenue and Third Avenue in National City.

Mark looked up at the single white building standing at the intersection, which seemed to be a landmark building on Fifth Avenue.

"How about it?"

"Has everyone cleared away?"

"We own all the property rights of this building, and the compensation is in place. Only more than 50 tenants left yesterday."

Mark nodded, put on sunglasses, and then took Maizi into the first floor of the building.

The first floor was originally a bar.

Mark looked at the layout inside the bar and nodded.

Not bad.

Said before.

If Mark hadn't chosen law enforcement, he might have opened a bar.

Well now.

The time has come to realize this dream.

"Where's the construction team?"

"Already contacted."

"What about the whereabouts of the wings?"

"Not yet, but it should be in this universe."

Mark sighed.

In this universe?

There are countless earths in this unlucky universe.

What if it is not on Earth 38?
Maizi next to him asked, "You really don't remember where you left your wings?"

Mark glanced at Maizi and said lightly: "You said that Hades is chasing me, if I knew where the wings are, would I stay here?"

Maizi did not speak.

Mark shrugged and said, "Did we go in and look for the underworld we abandoned here?"

"Can't get in, the guy from Ospirin is guarding there."

"Keep looking."

"clear."

After Mark finished speaking, he was about to leave here.

The signboard of Photon Bar is still in the process of being customized and cannot be finished so quickly.

and.

You should also choose a good and auspicious day for opening...

Mark, who walked out of the bar and was about to drive to another bar for a drink in dizziness, looked up.

The Women's Super League in the sky above National City, with its arms outstretched, flew quickly.

Mark stroked his chin.

Bang.

Instantly disappeared in place.

In the sky.

The women's super, who is experiencing the feeling of being a savior like a cousin, is very happy.

For superhero Kryptonians.

Saving people or something can fill their empty hearts with a sense of satisfaction.

only.

The female superstar looked sideways when she heard the wind.

Immediately unhappy.

Mark Riding the Wind said with a smile on his face, "Hi."

The Super Girl's face turned black in a second.

next second.

puff.

Kara went limp and looked at the special bullet that suddenly pierced into her body and flashed green light.

Kryptonite bullets?

Carla closed her eyes and fell towards the ground.

Mark froze.

Watching the Chaocha soldiers approaching on the ground.

After half an hour.

Headquarters of the Superintendent.

With a glass of bourbon in his hand, Mark looked at Kara who was lying on the operating table, smiled and said to Kate, "When she wakes up, how are you going to explain to Kara that your most trusted sister is actually an agent in charge of monitoring her?"

Kate rolled her eyes at Mark and said, "Don't you need to supervise the decoration of the bar?"

"No need, Maizi is watching over there, I would rather stay with you."

"..."

"Cough cough!"

Hank Henshaw, who was crossing his arms next to him, turned dark to the extreme and said in a low voice: "Mr. Louis, this is the Super Investigation Department, not a place to talk about love."

Mark turned to look at the dark-skinned Hank Henshaw and said, "That's simple, you'll be fine if you fire Kate."

"Mark Morningstar Lewis."

"Yes, dear."

"To shut up."

"Ok."

Mark is as good as he can be.

I broke through the dimension for love, not to quarrel with Kate.

Only after losing will you know how to cherish.

Mark got it.

quite a while.

"Uh……"

Carla on the operating table let out a loud snort and then quietly opened her eyes.

The first gaze fell on Hank Henshaw on his right side with his arms folded.

Kara moved.

but.

The handcuffs made of kryptonite bound her hands.

under kryptonite.

Kara is no longer a superwoman.

"Forged from low-grade kryptonite, the radioactive minerals of your home planet can weaken you."

"Where am I? Who are you?"

"Hank Henshaw, you should already know..." Hank looked up at a man on the opposite side and said silently for a while: "You should already know Agent Denver."

Cara suddenly looked up suddenly.

Mark, standing in the corner with a glass of bourbon, smiled and waved.

Kate next to him slapped off Mark's greeting right hand, stepped forward and said, "Don't do this to her."

Carla withdrew her right hand and continued to lie down on the operating table steadily.

She was angry.

Really pissed off.

"welcome……"

"Welcome to the Department of Paranormal Activity Investigation, the Department of Paranormal Activity Investigation, which monitors and protects the earth from alien invasion or invasion... In other words, the Department of Super Investigation was established because of you."

Mark held the bourbon and raised his glass with a smile to Kara who was looking at him.

Hank Henshaw was dumbfounded.

Kate even more so.

The two anonymous agents in the monitoring room also looked sideways at Mark.

Mark looked at Hank and shrugged and said, "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

"How did you know."

"My eyes are on the past and the future."

"..."

Hank Henshaw was silent.

No less than the ability of women's super.

The deformed car in the archives.

Although the safety assessment report on Mark has not yet come out, Hank Henshaw feels that Mark is more dangerous than the women's super...

Soon.

Everyone stood in front of a pocket-sized spaceship.

Hank looked at Mark and said nothing.

Mark laughed directly and said, "Why? Do you really think my commentary is free? You should go and see your brain."

While speaking, Mark handed the empty wine glass to an anonymous agent next to him and said, "Fill it up, thank you."

The anonymous agent silently took the wine glass and walked towards their lounge.

Hank Henshaw took a deep breath.

Subsequently.

"Your spaceship, we're keeping it in memory of the day you crashed into Earth..."

"Haha."

Hank clenched his fists and looked at Mark and said calmly, "Does Mr. Louis have a different opinion?"

Kate looked at Mark warningly.

This guy.

Temperament is still the same...bad.

Mark made an apologetic gesture and said, "Excuse me, I think of a happy event."

Hank Henshaw: "…"

Remember the day you fell to earth?
Do you really think everyone else is blind?

Just by looking at the spaceship, one can tell that the spaceship has been unloaded more than once.

Maybe the spaceship was reassembled just yesterday.

If you want to gain the friendship of a silly, white and sweet female superstar, just say it.

Doesn't it make you sick to say that with your eyes open?

hypocritical.

Still very hypocritical...

(End of this chapter)