Marvel's lol system

Banner thought about Duopinde's words for a while, and suddenly found that sometimes the old driver's words always had some connotation.

"There is an old driver who survived after seeing a ghost." Banner asked again,

If you want to be a scientist, you first need a persistent heart. When you encounter problems that you don't understand, you have to rely on a lot of perseverance to improve your knowledge reserves.

"That's not true." Duopinde smiled a little far-fetchedly and quietly changed the subject: "It is said that this is a very fierce ghost."

"That's what the old driver said again." Ryan glanced at him.

Although the veteran driver was quite famous in his previous life, it had nothing to do with catching ghosts.

"I heard what a passenger said." Duopinde shook his head and said,

In fact, the first reason why veteran drivers know more about local conditions and gossip is because they run around on the streets all day long and see more things.

The second is that they have a lot of contact with people every day, and it is always easier for people to open up chatterboxes in such a closed environment in the car.

"How vicious can it be?"

Ryan lay back down again, and asked perfunctorily.

This kind of gossip is just fun to listen to, but if you really put the information together, you will find that the words don't stand up to scrutiny at all.

"We can't even find the bodies of the people it targets." Duopinde said suspiciously; "There have been fewer gangsters on the street recently, for fear that I might run into that red ghost when I go out."

"Maybe there's some new superhero in New York." Ryan raised his eyebrows.

Although he has not looked down on this meager happiness value so he has not come out of the mountain for a long time, but he vaguely remembers that Daredevil's uniform seems to be red,

In fact, if you think about it carefully, most superheroes seem to have a preference for red, such as Iron Man's armor, Peter Parker's spider suit, Thor's red cape...

Maybe this so-called evil ghost is a fledgling superhero.

"You can call him Li Guixia from now on." Ryan gave this junior a nickname.

"Superhero" Duopinde curled his lips, "Even if he is not a ghost, he will not be a superhero. How can any superhero kill people so unscrupulously?"

"What do you know."

Ryan glanced at him. Sometimes he is an old driver, but when you have not come into contact with the threshold of a world, it is impossible for you to get news about that world through channels.

There are thousands of superheroes in Marvel comics, what kind of ones are there?

"I......"

Duopinde was about to say something, but was interrupted by Ryan with a wave of his hand, "Don't talk about this, let's change the topic. Is there any gossip lately?"

"There is some gossip..." Duopinde continued.

I don't know how long it took, when the sun was only lingering in the sky, Ryan got up from his massage sofa, stretched his waist, and stopped Duo De, who hadn't said he was having fun,

"Let's talk tomorrow, let's stop today."

He picked up the teapot and water cup that he had put on the table, and just when he was about to turn around and go back to his cabin, a man suddenly walked by the unfinished fence, not very fast, walking with a limp, as if his legs It's not very neat.

"I think I have something here that would definitely interest you."

The soft afterglow printed Hank's face, the stubble on his chin hadn't been shaved, and his suit was a little wrinkled, like an old man who came home drunk at night.

"Hey, has Nick Fury completely given up on you now?" Ryan stopped and glanced at Hank, "He is also a senior agent after all. He looks like a lazy guy who was kicked out by his wife."

"How can there be any senior agents if SHIELD has collapsed?" Hank showed a wry smile.

Although Nick Fury did not stop him from wanting to leave, as a real person, Hank is still in SHIELD again. No, the relevant departments should be called now,

He stayed there for a few days, and hurried over after handing over all the work and materials that needed to be handed over to Hill.

Although S.H.I.E.L.D. has been split and disbanded, its size is there after all. Even if it has been streamlined and streamlined, there are still many things that need to be dealt with and paid attention to.

Hank rubbed his eyes that were a little unable to open, "Do you want to hear what I'm telling you now, or are you going to let me go in and take a nap and listen again tomorrow? I haven't slept much in several days."

"Then where were you fooling around the past few days?" Ryan joked.

"And Hill..." Hank paused and corrected: "What do you mean fooling around? We are doing business."

"Oh..." Ryan trailed off with a long tail, showing an expression that all men understand, "I understand, I understand, it must be a serious matter, your body can still handle it."

After speaking, he glanced at the unshaven Hank again. Hill, as a flower of S.H.I.E.L.D., got stuck on this pile of cocks for some reason.

"..." Hank rubbed his temples helplessly, and his old face turned slightly red. Fortunately, the light under the sunset was reddish, so no one else could see it.

Lonely men and widows have been in the same room for so long, as long as one of them is not too ugly, it is actually normal to have a little affection, especially if they were originally in the same batch of S.H.I.E.L.D.

In the following years, after going through life and death together many times, some of the accumulated emotions would be vented even more passionately when they had an outlet.

"Then I'll go in and take a nap first." Hank shook his head and was about to enter Ryan's cabin when he was stopped by Ryan.

"You live there." Ryan pointed to the newly built one. The previous one has now been transformed into an exclusive building for him and Skye.

“I’m really not curious about that matter.”

Hank suddenly turned around and asked while walking.

"What's going on?" Ryan asked casually. He had been listening to gossip and gossip all afternoon, and it was really hard to be curious about anything anymore.

"New York has been a little uneasy lately." Hank's voice was a little low, but his upright face meant that these words coming out of his mouth had no unsettling effect at all.

"When did New York ever feel safe?" Ryan rolled his eyes.

"Listen to me." Hank said with some dissatisfaction, "There are rumors outside that a red devil has appeared in New York."

Banner, who was still looking forward to it, shook his head after hearing this, and reminded: "We already know about this."

"You know" Hank looked at Ryan.

"I know, and I know a lot more than you think." Ryan replied.

"...Okay." Hank slapped his head in embarrassment. The tiredness in the back of his mind made him a little conscious. "Then I'll go to bed first and we'll talk about it tomorrow."

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