Video Bloggers in Meiman

The Marvel world has been very quiet recently, and Zhang Ming is not always looking forward to an accident. He has to let the American citizens rest for a few days to ease their frightened state of mind.

Zhang Ming was forced to do nothing, so he had to shoot some daily routines, keep certain updates, and get as much traffic as possible.

Zhang Ming was walking on the streets of New York with his camera in hand. He set up a stall to sell pancakes, leeks, and cold noodles. There were still a lot left at night. previous story;

Zhang Ming also sang with street performers. He found that Americans' impression of Chinese music was still "Sweet Honey", and he taught them to sing "Wild Wolf Disco" and "Confession Balloon", a few strangers who didn't know each other at all. , sang freely on the streets of New York, attracting applause from many passersby.

Zhang Ming records the city in his own way and shares the culture that has been integrated into his blood with the locals.

As for having a [-]rd view camera, why is he holding it up...he just doesn't want people to be seen as madmen talking to themselves.

Right here, Zhang Ming was working hard to make videos in order to gain fans.

An unpleasant conversation is taking place in an abandoned warehouse in suburban New York.

"Bastard! You promised us that the last action was the last!"

The grumpy Trevor roared at a man in a suit and leather shoes: "I sat on that monster's head, and my hemorrhoids burst! What did you say, our work isn't over yet?"

Trevor's expression was as if he was going to eat people, no, not like, if Michael hadn't hugged him, Trevor would have rushed over and bit the man in the suit!

The man in the suit was the FBI agent who had been in contact with the three Franklins. He wiped the saliva from Trevor's mouth with his tie, and said with a cold expression:

"How did you promise me last time? My job for you was to bring back that monster's corpse. As a result, there was only a little blood on your idiot's ass. That blood was mixed with the blood of your hemorrhoids. I was scolded by the laboratory department of the logistics department for a whole day!"

Franklin, who had been sitting on the steps, asked, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

The man in the suit raised his fingers: "The last action, you have completed it perfectly, I put this—" He patted the three folders on the table, "These are all your brand-new identity documents, as long as the last task is completed, They are yours."

"Why don't I kill you now and grab it!" Trevor yelled.

"Because I haven't activated them yet, they're just a pile of waste paper, you idiot! Now grab this and go do my work for me!"

The man in the suit took out a thin kraft paper bag from the car and threw it on the ground, then started the car and left the warehouse just before Trevor killed him.

"FXXK! FXXK!" Trevor was still yelling.

Michael came over and picked up the document. After reading the document, he followed Trevor and scolded: "What a shit mission this is! That damn FBI didn't even want to clear us!"

Franklin took the document and read it carefully.

"It really can't be done...unless we can find a helper."

"Who?" Trevor asked irritably.

"The guy who broke your leg."

Chapter 48 Analysis for the layman

After scolding the FBI, the three men in the warehouse each drove away.

Michael went to conceive the plan, and Franklin went to seek Zhang Ming's help.

As for Trevor...

He's going to have a drink, find a woman, and find a place to sleep.It would be great if you could meet a gangster who doesn't have long eyes and used it to beat him up and vent his anger.

Franklin drove a white sports car on the streets of New York.

After the last action against Abomination, Zhang Ming once told Franklin that if anything interesting happened, he could go to him.

But because of the rush, Franklin forgot to ask Zhang Ming's contact information. He only remembered that Zhang Ming said that he often went to restaurants near Hell's Kitchen.

Franklin decided to try his luck nearby.

An hour later, the sports car slowly stopped, he got out of the car, and glanced at the sign of Roman Restaurant opposite.

That should be it, Franklin thought.

After pushing the door and going in, he glanced around, but didn't find Zhang Ming. He found an inner seat at random, and a black waitress came over with her name on the badge: Patia.

"What do you want?" Patia asked.

"a cup of coffee……."

Before Franklin could finish his words, Patia was used to saying: "It's lunch time. Today's specials are spicy sausage and French garlic snails. I recommend you to..."

Franklin gave a stop gesture, "Just a cup of coffee."

"OK." Patia raised her eyebrows and turned to leave.

"Please wait."

Franklin stopped her, "I'm looking for someone. His name is Zhang Ming. He's a young man from China. I heard that he often comes to this store. Do you know when he usually comes?"

Patia asked cautiously, "Who are you?"

"I'm not a bad guy, and he's... an acquaintance, I just wanted to ask him a favor," Franklin explained.

Patia is a big-hearted girl, she believed Franklin's words: "I know what you said about Zhang Ming, but usually I can't meet him. He usually comes when my other partner changes shifts."

Patia blinked at Franklin, the meaning of the words was self-evident.

"Another partner..."

However, this kind of wink with the nature of gossip is simply playing the piano to the cow for Frankie Klein. Patia rolled her eyes in her heart and said stubbornly:

"He should be late."