People In Marvel, System Attackers

Chapter 10 The Wealth Code

Dickon Firth’s Rage was in Mike’s expectation. In order to find Mike, maybe Dickon went to the Banks family. The probability is not high, but there is. So Mike left a clue to Dickon.

Color faint?

nonexistent.

Killing the bartender isn’t for some reason. The bartender has a tattoo of the Hagui tribe. Mike just feels that the Hagui tribe is not worthy to live in this world. Normally Mike is too lazy to care. If he meets him, kill one is one, he should do good deeds.

Phil Coulson reported Mike’s actions to Nick Fury, including Mike’s attitude towards S.H.I.E.L.D.

Nick looked up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle and said emotionally: “Snowflakes eventually fall on the mud, but when they fall, they are white and flawless.”

Phil Coulson:…

What do you mean?

Shit doesn’t make sense!

Three days later, without a new commission, Mike resumed the daily routine of Playboy.

At about four o’clock in the afternoon, Mike came downstairs with a Latina beauty in his arms.

Have you experienced the integration of Latin dance movements into the technique of life harmony?

Mike sighed: “The city will play.”

Almost can’t get out of bed.

Chloe lay on the counter, biting his pen, and muttering: “It’s too hard, it’s so hard…”

Mike glanced, multiplying and dividing single digits…

Haha, elementary school scum.

A sense of inner satisfaction emerges spontaneously.

Old Earle understood Mike’s mental activity, and his extra-large eyeballs rolled over.

He was as thick as Mike and ignored him.

“Bye, my baby.”

Mike took the Latin beauty to the door and put it in a taxi. Reluctantly, the Latin beauty pointed to the phone after blowing a kiss to remind Mike to contact herself.

Mike went back to the house.

Old Earle gave Mike a thumbs up: “Half the style of my youth.”

Mike humbly said: “Better than shameless, you are a real senior.”

The two talked for a while.

The pen was bitten by Chloe, Mike couldn’t stand it anymore, and said to Old Earle: “Aren’t you going to help?”

Old Earle said in a rare shame: “Multiplication and division in the third grade is too difficult!”

Mike almost squirted out a mouthful of blood.

W.T.F!

Single-digit multiplication and division is a third-year course?

too difficult?

Old Earle immediately said loudly: “Little Chloe just missed too much homework, I believe that little Chloe can do it!”

Chloe puffed up his cheeks, clenched fists to cheer, like a cute little hamster.

In 1989, the United States Association of Mathematics Teachers cancelled all the parts that needed to be memorized in mathematics, and the first knee of the nine-nine multiplication table hit the arrow.

There is no nine-nine multiplication, the United States elementary school scum said that multiplication is too abstract.

After doing homework for a while, Chloe wiped the floor consciously. If all employees are so hardworking, why not worry about getting rich.

Fat Jerry called.

“Hey, say something quickly, let go if you have a fart, I’m busy.”

Busy basking in the sun!

Fat Jerry’s tone was serious: “The vampire is looking for you like crazy, what have you done to them!”

“There was a vampire who claimed to be Dickon Firth’s girlfriend, killed. There is a vampire factory in Hell’s Kitchen, take it.” Mike replied casually, “That’s it.”

“Firth is the lunatic among the vampires. You stabbed a big basket. There is a 10,000 USD bounty for valuable information, and the hiding place is 100,000 USD bounty. The bounty hunters have green eyes, and you are finished.” Fat Jerry gloated.

“Won’t you sell me?” Mike asked.

“How can it be!”

Fat Jerry was furious, and the table slapped, “You are insulting my personality, I apologize, I must apologize!”

“sorry.”

Mike simply said: “I shouldn’t insult what you don’t have, I was wrong, I apologize!”

“Uh… it feels weird.”

“Don’t care about the details.”

With that said, a thought was born in Mike’s mind, and then it was out of control. He thought for a while and said: “If you keep looking like this, sooner or later you will be exposed. Fat Jerry… I said, can we make this money by ourselves?”

Fat Jerry froze for a moment, and said loudly: “Mike! What a madman… Add genius, it’s wonderful! You can find a few people to provide valuable clues and make a small profit.”

Mike went on to say: “Then sell my hideout for a hundred thousand dollars!”

Fat Jerry was stunned again, “Isn’t this dangerous? Don’t play off…”

Mike patted his chest and promised: “Don’t worry, I’m sure.”

Fat Jerry solemnly said: “Disgusting is disgusting. Vampires can multiply to this day. There are indeed two brushes. Don’t underestimate them.”

Mike: “I have a sense of measure and can’t stand the big deal. I will go out of town and hide for a while.”

“All right.”

The two discussed the plan, and Fat Jerry asked someone to implement it, and the money earned was divided between five and five.

Finally, Fat Jerry sent a picture to Mike.

“What’s this?”

“Your portrait of reward.”

Mike almost choked. This portrait perfectly avoids Mike’s characteristics and is not at all like Mike himself.

Mike had reason to suspect that Sansa was blind.

Retract the phrase “sooner or later to be exposed”.

Before long, the vampire received several valuable clues. Putting all the clues together, Mike’s identity, Roar, was about to come out, only a step away.

After a while, someone provided a message: “I saw the person in the portrait hiding in a warehouse.”

After paying a hundred thousand dollars, an address and a few candid photos (actually posing for photos) were placed on Dickon Firth’s table.

“I’ll take someone back to catch this bastard right away.” Quinn under Dickon looked grim.

“No, I personally lead the team.”

Dickon’s eyes were gloomy, and Quinn, who knew Dickon, quickly swallowed words like “why” and “no need, just leave it to me” into his stomach.

Quinn is crazy and reckless, and his force is so-so. What Dickon trusts is the desire for survival and the observing of his words.

The obvious difference between Dickon’s and Quinn’s is that the number of the younger brothers-five cars, three or two vans marching toward the Hell’s Kitchen mighty.

The reason Dickon changed his mind was the power struggle within the vampire.

Vampires in New York have two powers: Blood Clan Kingdom and Blood Clan Council.

The Kingdom of Blood Clan is ruled by the family of Vampire Archduke Markinos, and the current leader is Airy Markinos. Considering the long lifespan of vampires, if there is no accident, Airy will continue to lead the Kingdom of Blood Clan for a long time.

The highest body of the Blood Clan Council is the Council, the speaker Gao Tiannu, several elders, all purebred vampires.

Dickon Firth belongs to the Blood Clan Council and is equivalent to the White Gloves of the Council. Ability and ambition, but Firth is not a purebred vampire. No matter how good, the parliament will never make room for him.

The council asked to keep a low profile and abide by the rules.

Dickon Firth is radical in his thoughts, which happens to cater to the delusions of many vampires, and his strength is increasing day by day, and he is gradually evading the power of parliament.

However, the exposure of the Blood Clan factory resulted in insufficient blood sources, which gave the council an excuse for making trouble, and Dickon Firth fell into a passive state. Therefore, Dickon decided to “condescend himself” and personally tear up the instigator.

Mike gave Old Earle three days of paid leave, stuffed them into the trunk with large bags and drove away alone.

The back was a little depressed-from the perspective of Old Earle.

“I can’t help much, if I’m twenty years younger…it’s useless.” Old Earle was a little frustrated.

Mike’s world can’t be mixed with ordinary people, and it has nothing to do with age.

In fact, the bag contains a complete set of small hot pot equipment, tableware, and various seasonings.

Passing by the fresh supermarket, Mike bought beef tenderloin, veal steak, various vegetables…

It’s a pity that people in the United States don’t eat offal, and can’t buy tripe and veal.

When the Blade Warrior found Mike, while he brushed his phone, he fished out slices of beef from the hot red spicy soup and stuffed it into his mouth, making a “sizzle” sound that was so spicy.

The Blade Warrior looked dumbfounded, what’s the situation?