When I transform into Marvel, I also want to be the overlord

After a while, Mrs. Gao coughed twice and said, "Okay, I've finished telling my story, tell me your next plan."

Wilson thought for a moment and said: "Give up that land, we fight for the surrounding buildings with intact houses, and tell Rudy that we will re-plan Hell's Kitchen, and we can even refer to his opinions."

As expected of Wilson's confidant, Wesley nodded immediately and said, "Bss, this is a good plan. After the Minions Group develops, it will definitely increase the value of the surrounding properties. We can also be considered to have caught up with the Internet technology." A ride."

"I have no objection. As long as there are no problems with the accounts, you can do whatever you want." Langley said.

Mrs. Gao held her cane and smiled without saying a word.

Even though Maya is busy working on her new company these days, the Amazing Spider-Man is still active every night, and her Weasel clone is more, well, more "Pen-like".

"Matthew, I have thought about it. Our organization is to bring light and hope to ordinary citizens and disadvantaged groups. For those who are in darkness, our existence is the beam of light at dawn. So, our organization is called Xiao, what do you think?"

During the break, Maya asked Matthew, who was gasping for air.

"The light of dawn is very appropriate and very positive, Maya. From now on, I will be a member of the Xiao organization," Matthew nodded.

Seeing Matthew's happy look, Maya really couldn't bear it. At least in this world, she wanted the Akatsuki organization to shine and fulfill the original wishes of Payne, Konan and Yahiko to bring beauty and peace to the world.

As for nonsense like causing pain, feeling pain, and praying for peace in pain, Maya discarded it like a piece of shit.

"Master, do you want to join me?" Maya turned to Master Gunsou again.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to be a power bank," Gunsou said coolly.

"Well, what about that? I also want to fight criminals and help more people."

"Stop, stop talking. I'm tired. I'm tired physically, mentally, and mentally. My good disciple, please stop harming me and let me go." The old man immediately sued for mercy.

"Don't say that, sir, it's simply"

"Wait a minute, I feel the sound of gunshots on the other side of the great lake in the north," Gunsou stood up solemnly and whispered.

"There were really gunshots, no, someone has been shot," Matthew added hurriedly.

"You two hide first, I'll go take a look."

Before Gunsou could say anything, Maya had already jumped between the tree trunks and disappeared without a trace.

"You're in big trouble. That's not an ordinary person. Did this damn girl run so fast to die?" the old man scolded, stamping his feet.

"Master, Maya is just a shadow clone. Let's take care of ourselves," Matthew said weakly.

"Uh, I forgot again"

Central Park has a history of more than a hundred years. To be more precise, the prototype of Central Park has been around since the establishment of the town of Manhattan. It was only in modern times that N increased investment and surrounded it into a park.

Maya's training ground is located in the lower half of Central Park, and the entire park is several kilometers long. The shooting occurred outside the range of Maya's perception. If it weren't for Stickman's hearing, she would have decided not to detect it.

Natasha was really despairing at this moment, the manly aura in her arms was getting weaker and weaker, and death would soon take her lover away. She knelt down behind a tall rhizome tree, turning a deaf ear to the gunshots that were getting closer and closer. Death might not be a bad thing, she thought.

"Tap Tap"

In the quiet night in the woods, there was a sound of stampeding water on the distant lake. At this time, the people who were chasing him also stopped shooting.

In the hazy moonlight, Natasha saw a black figure, stepping on the wide lotus leaves on the lake, running towards her at a high speed.

"Da da da"

"Whoosh whoosh"

The stalkers behind fired directly at the figure. What was shocking was that the figure seemed to predict the future, swaying left and right and dodged unscathed, and all the bullets "swished" into the lake.

"Brush brush"