Marvel World's Food Tree

"Hey, Secretary-General Alexander Pierce, we two don't need to say polite words, I can give you all the research materials and samples about the T virus, and you can help me with this matter...!"

On the other end of the phone, Pierce, who originally thought it would take a lot of talking to get the information from Ye Fang, was taken aback for a while before he realized it, and immediately said excitedly and happily: "...No problem, don't worry. Director Ye Fang, as long as you hand over all the information... to S.H.I.E.L.D., I can guarantee that this matter will never have anything to do with you again...it has nothing to do with you at all, I wish you the best in the UK Have a great vacation!"

After hanging up the phone, Ye Fang directly crushed the phone on the vine into pieces, and said to the screen in a low tone with the same expression as Jerry:

"Alexander Pierce and Ross will send someone to get the information in a while, just give them the information, the T-virus experiment ends here, and the rest will continue... By the way, Jerry, I got it from you before I left. What is the infection rate of a serving of T virus?"

Jerry on the screen pondered for a while: "The T-virus you hold in your hand has an infection rate of about 40-50%. Elderly people with low immunity, children or people who are sick have a higher infection rate. In addition, there is still a 25% chance of mutation, what's the matter, brother Ye, what do you want to do? Don't be impulsive, everything is settled, right?"

"Yes, our matter is resolved, but for the British, this matter has just begun... Don't worry, I will return to the United States the day after tomorrow, and everything that happens has nothing to do with you, I have nothing to do, you continue Let's experiment!"

After Ye Fang finished speaking, he hung up the phone. Tom walked over with a face full of guilt. This time it was all because of his mishandling. If he had been more careful, he could have discovered those guys wearing invisibility cloaks earlier, and would not have let Jie Rui and Ye Fang were so embarrassed.

"Mr. Ye, I'm sorry, I..."

"Hey, Tom, I know what you're going to say, don't take it to heart, people can make mistakes, why can't we guys who are not human make mistakes? Isn't it just a T-virus, it doesn't matter if you lose it , it was originally a backup plan, just use more snacks next time!"

Ye Fang comforted Tom a few words, and now he is thinking about it. It might be a good thing to throw something like the T virus out now. The T virus is not like the G virus or other viruses. The active volcano in China is full of instability. No one knows when it will erupt. It is better to throw it out now, so that even if it erupts in the future, it will not only hurt yourself.

"Cotton, do you know the terrorist organization in Ireland... the Irish who only want to leave the UK?"

"know!"

"Help me make an appointment with them. When the things here are done, you can go back to the United States with me, but before we leave, we have to take everything we need!"

"Yes!"

Thomas Cotton nodded, turned and left the room, went out to make a phone call...

London's Regent Street, located next to Piccadilly Circus, is a famous luxury high-end shopping street in London. Unlike its adjacent Oxford Street, this street still retains the atmosphere of ancient London. On this street, most of the stores They are all century-old shops, and some can even be traced back to when George IV came to power 200 years ago.

The Kingsman clothing store is one of them. This clothing store specializes in making handmade suits. The rich British businessmen, dignitaries, and even the prime minister and prince are regular customers here.

And this storefront also has another identity, the headquarters of the first generation of Royal Secret Service... and the newly reopened Royal Secret Service headquarters.

"Agent Lancelot, who gave you the right to post that video on the Internet?"

The white-haired old man in the center of the square table looked at the young man on the left with his head bowed, and asked very angrily.

"Arthur, this...!"

The middle-aged man sitting on his right and the young man on the left explained that the old man sitting in the middle did not give him a chance to speak at all.

"Shut up, Agent Galahad, I'm Arthur, but before I speak, I still have the final say in this room! Tell me Agent Lancelot, who gave you the right to upload the video to the Internet among them!"

"No one gave me this right, it was my own idea!"

The young man who had kept his head down, couldn't take it any longer, he stood up from his seat suddenly, he was so young that he didn't want to hear anyone pointing fingers at him.

"Agent Galahad...Mr. Harry, this is the apprentice you taught, what is the first rule of the Royal Secret Service, you come and tell me!"

The middle-aged man on the right was silent for a while, and finally said the truth!

"According to orders!"

"Yes, obey orders, what does obey orders? We knights are not street gangsters, and we cannot be swayed by our emotions. We are also the sharp blades of His Majesty the King. We should be knives without emotions, not people with knives! "

The white-haired old man became more and more excited as he talked, and finally took out a pistol from his pocket and pointed it at the young man on the left!

"Arthur!"

"Shut up...Agent Lancelot, tell me, why did you upload that video without authorization? What is your reason for doing this? You have ten seconds to answer. After 10 seconds, if you remain silent or Without giving me a satisfactory answer, I swear I'll smash your head to pieces and throw your mother and your sister off London Bridge, and I'll do it!"

"I want revenge! I..."

"Bang~"

The gun rang out, but the bullet didn't hit the young man's head as expected, the bullet just hit the wall on one side, because the palm holding the gun was pushed by the middle-aged man on the right.

"Arthur... Jin, now is not the time to pursue responsibility, please calm down and don't lose your gentlemanly demeanor!"

The white-haired old man didn't speak, but just gave him a cold look, and then shouted towards the door: "Merlin, you got the hell out of here!"

"Sir, I'm here!"

A bald head walked in from the door.

"I'll give you 3 minutes to wipe all the videos on the Internet. If you can't wipe them clean, you, your whole family, and his whole family will die together. You know I'm not joking now!"

"Yes, sir!" The bald head swallowed a mouthful of saliva, turned around and walked out of the room quickly.

The white-haired old man breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and opened the whiskey in front of him, poured a small glass and handed it to the young agent on the left, and then threw the pistol to the middle-aged man next to him.

This stunned the other agents sitting on the round table. This glass of whiskey can only be drunk when the ace agent dies. Simply put, it is a final drink.

"Agent Lancelot, please sit down. If Merlin doesn't go well, you still have 3 minutes to live...Galahad, you will do it then!"

"Yes!"