Marvel's Magnetic Field Turns

"Cheers to our deal."

Dr. Death raised the beer bottle, and General Ross picked up the wine glass to touch it, but found that the wine in the glass was already gone, so he shouted to the bartender and asked him to make him another cup of that weird-tasting cocktail. Although he didn't like the taste, the feeling of drinking it made him very comfortable.

But the bartender put a glass of whiskey in front of General Ross.

"Wait a minute, I ordered the same cocktail as before." General Ross didn't pick up the glass of whiskey, but looked up to find the bartender with a dazed face.

"Sir, you have been drinking whiskey and have not ordered any cocktails. If necessary, I can make you a drink. I have just imported some of their liquor from China. Are you willing to try it?"

General Ross turned his head and looked to the side, only to find that Dr. Death had disappeared at some point, together with his suitcase with the eagle logo on it, as if it had never appeared.

The influence of alcohol made General Ross a little slow-thinking. He pointed to the empty space across a seat and asked: "There was a man sitting there just now. He ordered the cocktail for me and chatted with me for a while."

"Sir, you've always been drinking alone." The bartender said with no surprise. It's not uncommon for General Ross to get drunk, and it's not uncommon for General Ross to drink himself in the mirror as a drinking buddy. .

"I'm from the Teflon Department." General Ross reached out to cover his forehead, but found that the two things in his hands were two large USB flash drives, which are what Dr. Death called Gaia memory.

There is also a napkin with an address and a series of numbers written on it. The numbers should be a bank account, and it should be a way to settle the payment.

General Ross, who knew about the existence of mutants, had a guess at Dr. Death's abilities: "Is he a psychic?"

Only the illusion created by the psychic can explain what happened just now, I just want to taste the taste of that cocktail.

After taking out some cash and slapping it on the bar table to settle the bill, General Ross walked out of the bar drunkenly. The assistant outside the door had been waiting for a long time and opened the car door for him.

Holding the car door with one hand and pressing the memory in his pocket with the other, General Ross suddenly stopped, turned to look at the assistant who was actually monitoring him, and asked, "Did you see just now, a Caucasian male, tall, wearing a white suit, with a suitcase in his hand."

The adjutant recalled, shook his head and said, "No, sir."

Nodding clearly, General Ross got into the car and ordered: "Go back to the base."

There is no need for Dr. Death to introduce how to use these two memories. He already understood when he held them in his hands. There is a full set of equipment in the base, and he can test its power.

Two minutes later, Dr. Death walked out of a side door of the bar and sat at the bar again: "Another bottle of beer."

The bartender opened a bottle of beer and put it in front of him, saying, "Boss."

Psychic powers are very rare abilities. Wei Xiuming himself can only rely on interfering with the human body's biological currents to stimulate hormone secretion and affect emotions. Dr. Death, a trumpet, can't even have the power to rotate the magnetic field, let alone create illusions. .

The reason why he was able to keep General Ross in a bluff was all due to the good cooperation of the bartender, and the fact that this bar was opened by himself, and it was one of the few properties owned by the repair card organization.

Today's transaction was actually just a coincidence. General Ross wanted to have a drink because of the double setbacks of his daughter and career, and then found a bar on the side of the street. It was a temporary idea.

"Christiana."

Dr. Death greeted him, and the only female employee at the bar came over with a tray and said somewhat cautiously: "Boss, did I do something wrong?"

Christiana is a work-study college student. The high tuition fees made her unable to pay her entire family and property, so she had to rely on student loans to complete her studies.

But the loan must be repaid after all, and there is interest, but it is not possible to repay the money just because you want to.

The financial situation in the United States has been sluggish recently, employment prospects are poor, wages are stable, and property taxes are expensive. Even if you can find a good job after graduation, a large amount of your income will need to be repaid in loans.

Putting aside daily expenses, even if some people do not suffer from headaches and fever and require a large amount of medical expenses, they will have to be almost sixty years old to repay them. Therefore, the policy of reimbursing tuition fees for the US military during a certain period of time is very marketable.

The same is true here for Christiana. Even though she will graduate in a year and a half, she has already begun to make preparations in advance, finding part-time jobs in her spare time to cover daily expenses, and saving a sum of money for emergencies.

Dr. Death's bar has a good reputation. Thanks to the great reputation of the combatants, no one would dare to make trouble here by being drunk. The takeaway salary is good, so Christiana came to apply for the job with the attitude of giving it a try.

The other party's six-character name was very suitable for the number of words, so Dr. Death recruited her as a waiter. At the same time, he also wanted to adjust the atmosphere in this bar full of muscular men. If this continued, customers would misunderstand that their bar was Open to specific groups of people.

At the same time, I learned that Christiana majored in finance, and asked her to take charge of tax filing and legal tax avoidance. The salary for this job was additional. The IRS is much more difficult to deal with than the CIA and FBI. Dr. Death, who doesn't want his base to be exposed, can only be a good citizen who pays taxes on time.

However, Dr. Death's trumpet is not active for a long time. Christiana has an inexplicable fear of this boss who does not often appear in the bar. This is the vigilance against danger that humans have retained during evolution, as if the other party is a monster pretending to be a human. .

"The bar needs to be closed for the next few days. You can take a break, but don't worry, your salary will be paid normally." Dr. Death warned, and calculated how many days the bar would need to be closed multiplied by Christiana's daily salary. The bartender paid Christiana a matching amount of cash from today's revenue.

This kind of practice is very conscientious, basically it will not appear in the capital society, or no matter where the boss is, he will not do this, so Christiana is very grateful.

Dr. Death walked into the warehouse of the bar with beer, opened a secret door, and entered the basement through a secret passage.

The basement is full of various things, all kinds of technological creations. The dormant cabin where Dr. Death usually lives when he is not on the scene is also here. These devices usually consume a lot of electricity even in the dormant state. The monthly electricity bill It makes Dr. Death feel very distressed.

At the same time, the power consumption exceeding the normal amount will also attract the attention of relevant departments. God knows whether it is extracting nuclear materials.