Black Hand Covers the Sky in Meiman

"This must be Mr. Anthony," he was about to take his family to the Potala Palace to see Anthony when he was suddenly stopped in the hotel lobby. A group of people dressed in Tang suits appeared in front of Anthony.

"Who are you?" Anthony waved his hand to stop Gin who was about to take out his gun. He looked the other person up and down, and then asked the leader coldly.

"You can call me Mrs. Death," the leading woman in cheongsam said with a smile.

"I haven't heard of Mrs. Death," Anthony looked at the other party deeply, then chewed on the name. After thinking for a long time, I still didn't remember who the other party was. If it was Mrs. Viper, Mrs. Gao, etc., he would know it. Mrs. Death seemed to be a relatively unconventional character from the American comic world.

"No wonder I haven't heard of it," Madam Death smiled charmingly: "Of course a big shot like Anthony has never heard of a nobody like me."

"Big shot, I can't be called a big shot," Anthony said coldly: "Tell me, what's the reason for stopping me? If there's nothing else, just get out of the way. I still have a lot of things to do."

"Of course there is something," Mrs. Death glanced at Anthony's family thoughtfully, and then said with a sweet smile: "But I don't know if it's convenient for Mr. Anthony to take a step to talk."

Anthony couldn't help but smile coldly when he heard this: "Although I'm not a big shot, not everyone is qualified to waste my time."

"Then I don't know if we are qualified," Mrs. Death was not angry at all when she heard this. She gently raised her wrist. What appeared in front of Anthony's eyes was a sign of two swords intersecting in the middle of ten rings.

"Ten Commandments Gang" Anthony couldn't help but shrink his eyes when he saw this sign, and when he looked at the people in front of him again, he couldn't help showing a hint of fear.

The Ten Rings Gang, one of the famous villain organizations in the Marvel world, serves the Mandarin, one of the super villains. Since the Mandarin himself emerged from the ancient Eastern Kingdom, his sphere of influence was mainly entrenched in the Ancient Eastern Kingdom.

Although Anthony himself is not afraid of him, his family is around him now, so there will inevitably be things he doesn't take into account if he really takes action. In addition, there is an old saying that a strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake. Therefore, without understanding the other party's purpose, Anthony does not want to make enemies with a person with huge power for the time being.

So after just thinking for a moment, Anthony nodded and asked Ye Gucheng and a group of bodyguards to guard his family. He and Gin followed each other to a remote corner of the hall.

"Tell me what you want me to do." After Anthony tasted the butter tea produced in the Tibetan Plateau in front of him, he glanced at the Ten Commandments Gang and his bodyguards who were standing guard nearby, as well as the jammer on the table, and faced Madam Death, who was sitting in front of her, said in a deep voice: "I don't remember any dealings with your Ten Rings Gang, and I don't think I have anything worthy of your Ten Rings Gang's concern."

"Mr. Anthony, you're welcome," Mrs. Death said with a sweet smile: "You know, I can't put it down until now, your Phantom mobile phone produced by Stan Group, not to mention the repair fluid, power armor, and genetic modification technology."

"Oh" Anthony couldn't help but raise his brows: "If you need mobile phone-related technology, I have no problem here. But for the rest, I'm sorry. After all, I'm not bigger than your Ten Rings Gang. My industry is all In the United States, I will not do anything to offend the military and government."

"Mr. Anthony," Mrs. Death leaned forward slightly and said with a smile: "I have always felt that there is a saying that is very reasonable, that is, loyalty is only because the price of betrayal is not enough. You can make a price, and I will never counter-offer. You know, our Shijie Gang is bound to acquire these technologies."

"Interesting, loyalty is just because the price of betrayal is not enough." Anthony also leaned forward slightly when he heard this, and said playfully: "Then I don't know what price I will pay to make Madam Death abandon your loyalty to your Mandarin."

"Mr. Anthony, this joke is not funny at all," Mrs. Death said with a fierce look in her eyes: "Master Mandarin, this is not something you can blaspheme."

"Oh," Anthony said with a cold look in his eyes, "Then are you going to insult my character? You know, I am a truly patriotic businessman. I am the nominee for this year's National Defense Science and Technology Award."

The "patriotic businessman" Lady Death couldn't help but be defeated by Anthony's shamelessness. They are all foxes on the mountain. What are you telling me about the people in the chat circle who don't know what Anthony is?

You know, the Ten Rings Gang also has people in the Middle East. You and Kingpin fought in Manhattan and destroyed two or three streets. Do you think no one knows about the terrorists in the Middle East?

"Mr. Anthony, your time is very tight, and our time is also very tight. I hope you will stop wasting everyone's time." Mrs. Death suppressed the urge to strangle the other person and said straightforwardly: "One sentence , are you sure you want to reject the friendship of our Ten Rings Gang?"

"I didn't say that," Anthony leaned back slightly and continued to taste the butter tea on the table.

In fact, Anthony doesn't care at all about the technologies that are exposed to the public. Needless to say, repair fluid, the original version of the League of Assassins, will greatly damage people's lifespan and vitality after use.

The power armor is even lower-end than Iron Man's Mark One. Apart from the appearance design, everything else is a casual piece of DR fashion.

As for the so-called genetic modification technology, it is weak in power and safe, and has a terrifyingly low success rate. To say that it is only one in a million is an understatement. The ones that are powerful can be mass-produced but are not safe. They are basically disposable products and can be used to water flowers after one use.

Therefore, if the other side of these technologies comes up with something attractive, it will not be sold to anyone. Anthony has not sold it once or twice. He really thinks that Anthony is patriotic.

But you, Mrs. Death, asked Anthony to set a price, and that meant buying it with money. It's strange that Anthony can give her such a good look. She asked to know that nearly half of the wealth obtained from the national treasures in Anthony's underground warehouse has not yet been disposed of.

No matter how much money you give, Anthony must be able to avoid the supervision of the U.S. financial system.

"Then what does Mr. Anthony mean?" Mrs. Death said coldly.

"It's very simple. Even you said that these technologies are unique to me. Once you use them to do something, I won't be able to escape the involvement. I don't want to take the blame for you," Anthony directly found a high-sounding person. reason.

Mrs. Death glanced at Anthony deeply, and after a moment of silence, she continued: "It's because we didn't think carefully enough, but Mr. Anthony's skills are indeed what we need. So, I can guarantee that it will really work. The problem has nothing to do with you, Mr. Anthony."

"Your guarantee is meaningless," Anthony said calmly: "If something really happens, you can't even take care of yourselves, how can you still take care of me."

"Then what do you want?" Mrs. Death asked with narrowed eyes.

"I can provide you with clues, and you can get them on your own, so that you won't have anything to do with me." Anthony tasted the butter tea, as if trying to taste a flower. Finally, when the other party was about to lose control and wanted to have an attack, he came up with his own solution.

After hearing this, Madam Death thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement: "Okay."

Although this method is a bit troublesome, it is not unacceptable to her. You know, Madam Death has absolute confidence in her Ten Rings Gang. As long as they have specific information, they dare to attack even important military areas.

"One more thing," Anthony smiled: "My reward is free."

"Then what do you want?" Mrs. Death asked.

Anthony finally offered his price: "I heard that there seems to be a drug called terminal virus in one of your laboratories."

"How do you know?" Madam Death frowned and asked in surprise.

"Is this important?"

"It doesn't matter, okay, I agree," Mrs. Death said, "but we have to get what we need first before the Extremis Virus can give it to you."

As for the Extremis Virus, although the Ten Commandments Gang had made relevant investments at this time, they actually did not pay too much attention to it, which is why Madam Death was so easy to talk to. However, after Anthony's reminder, it is unclear how they will treat the Extremis virus.

But that has nothing to do with Anthony. His goal has been achieved, getting the Extremis virus and using the help of the Ten Rings Gang to get rid of a person, a person who is difficult for Anthony to deal with.

"So happy to cooperate," Anthony stood up and extended his hand: "You can come to me next time you come to New York, and I will do my best to fulfill my friendship as a landlord."

Madam Death also extended her hand: "It's a pleasure to cooperate. We will visit when we have time."

Later, in front of Mrs. Death, Anthony contacted Bullock of the group, and then informed him to send a batch of military orders and several military researchers involved in genetic experiments back to their military base.

Looking at Madam Death's smile, Anthony's lips couldn't help but curl up.

General Hudson, you're done.