A Certain Marvel Super Player

This time it was a happy event.

Norman Osborn did not see the military's General Thaddeus Ross withdraw funds from Osborn's biology, and even, before leaving, General Ross also said that he would arrange some matters related to human experiments.

The federal recruitment of human experiment, one time, at least two thousand dollars, and in the east, in the country of curry, ten dollars can find a test product, and even, there are discounts for large quantities.

so.

Over the years, the local capitalists in the Federation did not choose to let their own people participate in drug experiments, not because they suddenly had a conscience, but because the local people were too expensive and prone to legal disputes, but in Curry Country, the cost of a local person They can hire 200 test subjects. The capitalists are not good-hearted. There are cheap ones, and the expensive ones are used for hair.

Anyway, the Curry Country did not take those test subjects as human beings, and they were even less burdened.

And the members of Dr. Connors' experimental group were delighted.

rich.

Finally, you can buy whatever equipment you want, any chromatograph, and Dr. Connors can't wait to directly place an order for five units.

Gwen was happy too.

After all, helping others is always a joy.

so……

This is a happy story.

wrong.

Someone must be unhappy.

Dr. Mendel Shim must not be happy. After all, the human body enhancement project is a joint venture between Osborne Bio and the military. After so many years, under the strong sponsorship of the military, Dr. Mendel Shim The progress of "human augmentation engineering" was slow. At that time, in the field of physics, such as what kind of aircraft, there was a lot of tinkering.

at the moment?

The military has stopped sponsoring it. Can Dr. Mendel Shim, who has always spent a lot of money, be happy? The most important point, he almost caused Osborn to lose his military background, if not At a critical moment, Gwen appeared in time, turned the tide, and kept the military sponsorship in Osborn's creatures, and even changed Norman Osborn into a partner of General Ross. I'm afraid, Norman Osborn Killing Dr. Shim won't relieve the hatred.

However, it also hangs.

Scientists are proud, but, Norman Osborne said, capitalists have butchers!

Frankly speaking, until tomorrow, if someone calls the police that Dr. Mendel Shim is missing, Locke will not have any psychological fluctuations.

After all, who made this Dr. Shim almost make the Osborn creature lose its military skin.

do not forget.

Norman Osborn is about to die. For so many years, he has not found a medicine that can cure him, and what can make Norman Osborn care about is what he has shot down.

really.

the next day.

After Gwen took a shower, he rolled his long hair with a towel and walked down the spiral staircase, looking at Locke, who was sitting on the bar, drinking his first cup of bourbon in the morning and reading the newspaper with a look of surprise. : "Dr. Mendel Shim died in the laboratory yesterday due to a heart attack. God, we only saw him yesterday."

I guessed right.

Norman Osborn is a tiger who is about to die of illness, but you must know that dying tigers are the most terrifying.

Locke thought so in his heart and looked up: "Really?"

Gwen snorted, sat on the high stool opposite, and flipped the phone: "Look, someone in the work group posted pictures. The police station has blocked Dr. Shim's laboratory."

talking.

Gwen shook his head and said, "No, I'm going to ask Dad."

Locke raised his eyebrows, but before he could say anything, Gwen had already made a phone call and dialed George directly, and then, wearing pajamas, walked directly towards the terrace.

after awhile.

Gwen walked back again, sticking out her tongue, cute.

Locke said, "George is busy?"

Gwen looked up: "Did you eavesdrop?"

Locke smiled.

"Kim Bing, who is known as the king of gangsters in New York City, is dead. The whole New York City... No, the gangs on the entire east coast are competing for who will inherit the position of Jin Bing. New York City at night is estimated to be as lively as an amusement park, you Didn't you hear the wow sounds everywhere at night?"

"……No."

Gwen blinked, sat down again, shook his head and said, "I didn't hear anything, I just felt that when I woke up, it was morning."

That's right.

Seeing this, Locke secretly said.

Last night, he worked an extra shift.

In a word.

He said that whoever dared to touch Gwen's hair, even if he had this idea, he would let the other ten tribes be buried with him.

Locke does what he says.

so……

The ten tribes of Bullseye Leicester were completely gone last night.

It's not bad.

Bullseye Leicester's ten tribes, the furthest, is only two hundred kilometers away from New York City. Locke went to work overtime at about two o'clock at night. It was almost five o'clock, and then, after taking a shower, it was exactly six o'clock when I lay on the bed again.

Just in time to wake up.

As for why Gwen didn't find out?

Switching the witch state and giving a wonderful dream magic will not only make Gwen not aware of it, but even make Gwen wake up refreshed.

Gwen blinked and was silent for a while: "Then we shouldn't go out late at night."

It's too dangerous outside.

Locke shrugged: "We don't have any entertainment at night."

If she wants to have entertainment activities, she still has to wait until she is 21 years old. At that time, the corrupt life of the capital society will completely open her reserved thighs for 21 years.

Gwen nodded and walked upstairs: "I wash the dirty clothes, Cindy will come over later, remember to open the door for Cindy."

Locke looked at Gwen's back on the stairs and smiled, "Okay."

No need to break in and integrate.

In one day, Gwen and Locke had gotten along very well, and Gwen had automatically assumed the role of the hostess.

Laundry room.

Gwen, who had blown his hair, pulled the dirty clothes basket to the laundry room, ready to throw the clothes in to wash and dry automatically. When he came back from shopping, the clothes were almost dry.

"what?"

Gwen turned on the washing machine and threw her and Locke's coat inside, wrinkled the tip of her nose, then took it back and looked at Locke's suit jacket: "Why did you throw the suit in again."

Handmade suits cannot be washed in a washing machine. They are all cleaned by the dry cleaners. At least, how are George's handmade suits made?

But Locke, seemingly regardless, throws the washing machine when it gets dirty.

Originally, Gwen was still curious why Locke wears suits all day long, and the suits are never wrinkled or stinky, but I'm embarrassed to ask, when she went to the cloakroom last night to clean up and make room for her clothes, pull them away That hanger...

good guy.

Gwen was completely shocked when she looked at the suit after suit, brand new, hand-made, and changing one suit a day was enough for Locke to change a month's suit.

She seriously suspected that Locke was wearing the handmade suit as a disposable panty.

Such a waste.

Stay here, dry clean it, and give it to Daddy.

With that in mind, Gwen turned on the washing machine, then folded Gwen's suit jacket, trousers, and shirts, ready to throw them at the dry cleaners when they went shopping with Cindy.

at this time.

"What's this?"

When Gwen was sorting out his Roxie trousers, he blinked and looked at the dark red stain that seemed to be on the bottom of his trousers. Before it was put on the tip of his nose, he seemed to understand what it was: "Blood?"

Gwen was more certain when the trousers reached the tip of his nose.

This is blood.

"But……"

Gwen sniffed again, confirmed it, and frowned: "Why is Locke's trousers stained with blood?"

She didn't find that Locke was injured anywhere.

Could it be that it was accidentally glued on it when I was in the laboratory yesterday?

Gwen thought so in his heart, tried it out with his hand, and then shook his head. If it was yesterday, even if it was blood, it should have solidified by this time.

So what is this?

Gwen walked out of the laundry room holding the clothes, then walked down with the clothes, and said to Locke downstairs, "Locke, where is the medicine cabinet at home?"

Locke looked up: "Medicine chest?"

Gwen hummed.

Locke looked at Gwen who came down and hugged his suit, and was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Gwen, I thought you were joking last night, you wouldn't really plan to give the clothes to George, you do this , will not increase the friendship between me and George, it will only deepen George's opinion on me, even if you want to give it away, take a new set, don't take the old one."

If this was to give George the clothes he wore.

Locke doesn't have to think about it at all, he can conclude that George will be crazy. Maybe, he will be relieved at first, but after he is relieved, the anger will pour out to him in an all-round way.

Gwen gave a Locke: "I'm just joking, there are blood stains on your trousers, let me see."

Locke raised his eyebrows: "Blood stains?"

Gwen hummed, opened his trousers, and looked at Locke: "Look, isn't it?"

Locke looked down.

Shet.

It must have been accidentally spilled last night.

There is no way, all the blood is flowing into the river. Although I have been very careful, this kind of thing is still inevitable.

Locke thought ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and leaned closer, sniffing: "It's really, **** Chester."

Gwen winked. "Mr. Chester?"

Locke sat down again and smiled: "Didn't I go down last night?"

Gwen nodded: "Didn't you say, went to buy pizza?"

Locke snorted, he actually bought the pizza to receive the information, otherwise, he added a fart last night: "When I came out, I happened to see Chester, that guy's backup. The box is full of blood, give me a big steak, let me bring it up, it must have been accidentally contaminated at that time."

Gwen blinked: "...is that so?"

Locke nodded.

"Sure, that **** Chester!"

"..."

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