The bounty hunter of the film and television world

Chapter 100

After Hunter's brief explanation, Kara gradually understood his thoughts.

As a practitioner in the media industry, Kara has actually seen many such things.

Isn't the duty of their media people to create gods and then destroy gods, so that they can earn a lot of money in this process.

The president of the Daily Bugle, Jonah Jameson, knows this well.

Although he is often astonishingly brave, he is always beaten with a black stick.

Kara nodded, pondered for a while, took out a notebook, and said: "We have arranged many plans in advance to promote you, based on the information I have collected during this period...

It should be online media, Facebook! "

"Facebook, why are they doing this?"

Kara said uncertainly, "Maybe it's because your things are full of legends. So it spread very quickly on the Internet, and it is easy to be recognized by young people.

They specially held a hunter bounty contest. By taking photos and uploading them to social networking sites, people could like each other and spread the stories of hunters. In fact, they just caught some little mice and so on.

Through this incident, their Facebook users seem to have grown rapidly, and the stock price has soared wildly.Then, your fame grows like crazy. "

Depend on!
These people are really shameless bastards.Use my name to do things and make your own money.

Without my own consent at all, I became a god for propaganda.

Could it be that there will be another Facebook Person of the Year award in the future?

Hunter frowned.

If that's the case, it's really a headache.

It would be great if there is a part of the packaging to promote the right to speak at the port.

Kara didn't know why Hunter cared so much about this, but she was very enthusiastic. She felt that she was very happy to be able to do something for Hunter, "Hunter is very worried, and I will make a detailed analysis report for you later.

We will further strengthen our relationship with you on the Daily Bugle. "

"Oh, thank you very much, Kara. By the way, won't your boss be angry about this?"

"No, Jonah, he is very happy to cooperate with you. I hope you can bring more exclusive major news events at the first time."

Hunter nodded.This boss is really interesting.

The two stayed for an hour before Carla left first.

James sat over and interrupted Hunter to chat with the boss, like a dog's plaster, dancing with enthusiasm.

"Hey, buddy. We're good friends, right? Can you help me out with work? You're gonna take my poor brother in."

Hunter didn't let go at first. James was very familiar with him and talked a lot like a chatterbox.

In fact, Hunter was at a loss.

He was wondering if there was something wrong with his memory.

The well-known Mr. Agent in Black, why did he think that he came to work in his own small temple.

He didn't think that the man in black, like S.H.I.E.L.D., wanted to recruit him.

Depending on the nature of the organization, they may not necessarily be very eager for their own strong independent combat capability.

Besides, even if you want to recruit yourself into the group, there should be no need to send someone over.

Could it be because of Kara?
Hunter could only think of this.

While James was continuing to perform rap, suddenly, there was a burst of noise from behind the restaurant.

"What happened?" James asked curiously.

But no need, the next moment, he turned into a stern agent, and suddenly stood up, "Everyone, get out of here, immediately! The FBI is handling the case! Hunter, please help."

From the back kitchen, a burly cook with a Mexican appearance broke out.

Behind him, there followed a man with a dull expression, a face full of flesh, eyes, nose, and mouth dripping with thick and disgusting sticky substance, and wearing orange work clothes.

The one in front then screamed in horror and fled.

The one behind is chasing!
Meilican people seem to be familiar with this kind of thing.

Most of the guests walked away quickly, not intending to watch the fun.

The three employees looked for a place to hide.The boss cried and said, "Young lady, you have committed a crime. Why did something happen in my shop... ah!"

The boss was worried about the future business in his store, so he cursed, halfway through, screaming in horror.

The man in the orange frock suddenly split his head from the middle, revealing an ugly, unknown insect buttocks, like a harvested sphincter, from which several bone spurs shot out.

It's like the top martial arts hidden weapon, the rainstorm pear blossom needle.

"Oh, God."

"Mom, there are monsters."

In the restaurant, there were only a few people left screaming in terror.

Among them was a little Asian girl who was hiding under Hunter's table.As a result, by coincidence, a bone spur flew towards her.

The speed of this bone spur was very slow in Hunter's eyes.But for ordinary people, unless they are trained, it is difficult to dodge.

The little girl's reaction was to hug Hunter's thigh tightly in fright, pear blossoms brought rain, and her face was full of tears due to fear.

At this moment, Hunter had a shit-eating expression on his face.

That worm man, to him, would not have the slightest fear.However, the same lethality is astonishing - it is disgusting!

The little girl's reaction made Hunter respond. He held a chopstick and waved it lightly.

The bone spur that was about to hit the little girl's eye was changed course, and with a bang, it was inserted into the chair beside it.

"boom!"

On the other end, James didn't eat dry food. He had already pulled out the special energy gun for men in black and shot that stupid worm man.

wow...

Then, the bugman exploded and scattered all over the ground.

"Hunter, stop that chef." James said loudly, aiming at the chef, warning: "Stop!"

Hunter stood up, rushed over in two or three steps, and kicked the chef flying under James' feet.

Then, the chef's skin also split open, and two small eyes that were full of elasticity, with long fleshy ropes, appeared from the top of his head.

The chef raised his hands and laughed, "Oh, it's you, Mr. J, my man, my dearest friend. I'm so glad I have you, otherwise I, the innocent one, would be killed by the violent stowaway." "

James remained vigilant, still holding his gun, and kicked the guy on the ground hard, "Be honest, do you think I'm a fool? This is very wrong, I have to ask K."

"Don't ask!" A robot-like, flat voice appeared.

The door of the restaurant opened, with a vicissitudes on his face, and the creases at the corners of his eyes could kill mosquitoes. The old agent K in a suit walked in. He looked around blankly, nodded with Hunter, and walked straight to J.

J was very happy, and he wanted to shake hands with K quite enthusiastically. He knew that the old man didn't like hugs and boxing, "Oh, K, I miss you, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

K directly bypassed James, not intending to have any polite response to him, first took out some equipment, and acted quickly to restrain the chef alien, then nodded slightly to J, "Hello."

(End of this chapter)