Marvel's Summoner Arrives

Chapter 97 Clearing and Closing Please subscribe

The communication was opened, and the image of the vulture Tumusi suddenly appeared in front of Su Fei.

"What's going on?" Su Fei frowned and looked at the alien arms dealer he had cultivated.

"The alien weapon that was given to you has been destroyed. It is the Spider-Man you mentioned before." Toomes said with an ugly expression, feeling a little guilty.

After all, everything he had now was given by Su Fei. When he thought about the possible liquidation he would face if things went wrong, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"Spider-Man" Su Fei was stunned, and then he remembered that he had given Tumusi some advice in this regard before.

After all, in the original movie, he was wiped out by Peter Parker, and now he is the big boss behind the scenes. If he is involved, it will easily affect his image.

"If it's ruined, it's ruined. From now on, you and Wilson can concentrate on the reconstruction of Brooklyn. It just happens to be whitewashed." Su Fei replied indifferently.

With his current strength, he doesn't need that extraterrestrial weapon to break down the energy essence. After all, all the heroic power has been integrated in his body to form his own power.

"Clear her name" Tumusi was stunned, and became increasingly uneasy. If her current boss wanted to clear his name, would he be silenced?

"Well, whitewash." Seeing the uneasiness on Vulture's face, Su Fei quickly understood and comforted him.

"Alien weapons have no effect on me now, so there is no need to maintain them. Now that they have been discovered, let's take this opportunity to stop them." Speaking of this, Su Fei solemnly reminded.

"I don't want any further trouble, so you must leave no trace, understand?"

"I understand, please don't worry." After confirming that Su Fei really didn't need it, Tumus felt relieved.

In fact, with the defense group formed by Tony Stark, the acquisition of alien energy during this period has become extremely difficult.

This time, Spider-Man caught him in a transaction. If it could be completely disconnected, it would be good news for Tums, who already had new resource income.

After all, he is not the kind of villain who thinks about committing crimes all day long.

Being able to reach this point is just because I want to take better care of my family.

"After today, I will cut off all contact and ensure that there will be no problems." Tumus solemnly promised.

In the underground factory.

Vulture Tumusi hung up the phone and walked out of his office.

As he walked out, the general team members of the original transport team immediately focused their eyes on him.

"How about it, boss, high-altitude device, do you want it? If not, we won't have new materials to make the next batch of weapons." Fatty, who has been developing and improving alien weapons, asked.

"No, from now on, let's put down all the alien energy in our hands. We will pack it up tonight and give it to Spider-Man collectively. Tomorrow, all of us will move to the office at the transportation site in Brooklyn." Tumusi Said in an unprecedented relaxed tone.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, as if they hadn't reacted, but after a while, although the fat man's face was somewhat reluctant to part with the alien weapons, he still said excitedly.

"Get back on track"

"Yes." Toomes nodded affirmatively.

"Now that the Brooklyn project is on the right track, we can make money in an open and honest manner. There is no need to confront those so-called superheroes head-on."

"Huh, that's good. I've been thinking about this for a long time. Although these alien weapons are indeed very attractive, I don't want to be visited by the FBI one night."

Some people happily agreed, while others remained skeptical. After all, the feeling of alien weapons in their own hands is very charming.

For example, Jack, the first-generation thriller, was very reluctant to part with his powerful gloves.

"Boss, let us go like this. What if one day the Brooklyn project is snatched away by those big shots again?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the whole factory suddenly became dignified again.

"So, what do you want to do?" Tumusi glanced at everyone, and his heart condensed. The criminal corruption that he tried so hard to avoid happened, but he didn't expect it to happen. He asked calmly.

"Why don't you go work on the Brooklyn project? How about you leave it to me? I'll give you the same amount of money every month." Jack said very freely, but his face showed an arrogant look of seizing work and power. attitude.

"What if I say no?" Tumus smiled slightly.

"Please, don't do it. Someone has to do it. Besides, our arms business is so good now. It's just a vigilante with a red leather jacket. There's no need to be so afraid."

"Do you think I'm afraid?" Tumusi raised her eyebrows, her expression a little ugly. From the establishment to the present, this bastard is the only one who always treats her in both positive and negative ways.

Now he wants to clean up his crimes and come out to make trouble. This is not giving face.

"I didn't say that, but I think it's hard for me to endure that kind of regular job anymore." The meaning of Jack's words was obvious.

"You think so too" Tumusi glanced at the silent people around her.

"I'll listen to the boss." The fat man in charge of weapon research and development said decisively.

As everyone around nodded under Toomes' gaze, Jack, who was the first to advocate, became upset.

"Please, don't you all want to go back to the exhausting work of looking at people's faces?"

The crowd did not speak.

Toomes was very satisfied, and said directly to Jack, "From now on, you will be expelled from this team."

"Expelled" Jack looked at Tumus in surprise, "You want to drive me away?"

"Let's talk first. I won't be strict with my mouth. If I get drunk later, I can say something to the police, but it won't affect your innocence."

"What?" Tumus laughed angrily and looked at Jack seriously. Seeing that the latter looked serious even though he seemed to be laughing, he turned around and walked to the work table in front of the fat man and picked up an alien weapon. Modified firearms.

Then he turned around suddenly, pointed the gun at Jack, and quickly opened fire while the latter looked at him with a look of astonishment.

In the purple energy wave, Jack the Thriller, even his clothes were turned into ashes, and his flesh and bones were completely blasted to pieces.

"Hey, doesn't this weapon only produce attraction?" Tumus said, pretending to be surprised.

The people around him laughed dryly. Looking at Jack's ashes, everyone suddenly felt awe-inspiring. They no longer dared to raise objections and began to concentrate on executing the order.

This guy would start firing at every disagreement, and afterwards he would say that he didn’t know anything about it.

Hehe, it seems that the boss of the usual good guy has gone bad, the evil moneyism.

As for Jack, he was honored to enter the Alien brand vacuum cleaner afterwards. The profit was at the forefront. Brother, arms dealers are quite particular.

In the middle of the night, somewhere in a tall building, Spider-Man, a trainee of the Avengers Alliance, was very happy.