Jedi Seeking Pot [Comprehensive British and American]

Sniping Red Skull, the leader of Hydra, on the roof of a certain building in New York City in broad daylight, this is probably an unprecedented crazy action, Anonymous picked up the [-]x mirror from the ground and thought.

Especially Tony, he expressed his disdain for the Mauser bolt sniper/strike/gun that was used during World War II.

"I can build you a burst sniper/shot/gun in minutes, and the recoil will be reduced by half—no, by three quarters."

"No, thank you, 98K is faith."

But Unknown doesn't think there's anything wrong with it.

There was nothing wrong with him except that he was a little dizzy to Pietro.He experienced a rapid movement, but did not enjoy this feeling.

Holding the noise-cancelling 98K equipped with an eight-fold mirror, I looked around without a name, but it was not easy to find a person in this complex terrain.These buildings are much taller and more complex than any building in the game.

In daylight, the glass reflects the light, which is very dazzling, and it is difficult to see the scene in each room.

Unknown felt that his chances of finding the Red Skull were slim.

His skill point is to quickly judge the enemy's position and movement from behind the cover, but finding a red skull when the whole building is full of people is really not in his skill bar.

He suddenly felt his cell phone vibrate, and the call came from an unknown contact.The ones with his number should only be the Avengers, plus Deadpool and Spider-Man.So who is this unknown contact?

He presses the call button.

"Your direction at three o'clock," an unfamiliar voice came from the phone, and the unnamed man looked to the right in confusion.

The deflected magnification lens quickly locked on to a red object in the high-rise window.

Before he had time to think about who the call came from and what purpose it had, Anonymous aimed at the stationary target, raised his gun slightly, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The familiar recoil caused a dull pain in his shoulder. Unnamed didn't change the bullet immediately according to his instinct, but continued to use the magnifying glass to observe the situation over there.

The bullet tore through the airflow, and with the sound of glass shattering, wrapped the glass shards with incomparable precision, and hit the Red Skull's forehead.

Until the moment when Red Skull fell down, he couldn't imagine how Unknown suddenly found his position.

In the double mirror, a man in a black suit with a slightly fat figure closed the curtains.

He briefly met Unknown's gaze from a very long distance.

"I'm meeting you for the first time. I'm Wilson Fisk. I'm a businessman." The emperor of New York's underground gangsters, Wilson Fisk closed the curtains, stepped over the corpse of the red skull on the ground, and spoke to the unnamed person on the other end of the phone. Said.He lifted his foot and found that the sole of his foot was stained with blood, and even let out a short nasal sound of disgust.

"So, I think we can reach some agreement. Please take this news as... my apology."

Anonymous's first thought was: This is another bald head.

Then I found the prehistoric Liangzi from the distant memory: Isn't this the gang boss who dispatched a group of men who couldn't fight at all and was wiped out by the Deadpool.

For this kind of secret operation of reporting the location of teammates to the enemy, the only way to name it is to call a string of 666.

"Okay," Anonymous replied obediently.He took Fisk's apology very seriously.

Wilson Fisk felt that he might have been with social people for too long and had forgotten what kind of creature a good baby was. Now when he heard the unnamed answer, he felt a little relief in his heart.

It's probably the feeling of hope that 'this world can still be saved'.

Even though this hope had just blown the head of the leader of the terrorist organization with 5K 98 minutes ago, he couldn't resist being polite and well-behaved.

Fisk now wants to donate to a Hope Primary School.

"But why should I give up my friendly stance with the Avengers and do things for you?" Asked anonymously, he knew that Fisk would never have a conversation with him without a trump card.

Deadpool is a mercenary who can be moved by simple money transactions, but he is not.Of course, according to the current situation, as long as he can convince himself alone, Deadpool must also be packaged as a gift.

From my own point of view, no matter how you look at it, cooperating with the Avengers is as dangerous as cooperating with the gangsters, and the convenience of doing things is a big advantage.

"After you read this, you might change your mind." Fisk confidently sent a folder, "When you risk your life to destroy Hydra, look at the people you protect in this country. doing something."

Inside the folder are screenshots of Triss' case and some news reports.

'Suicide Attempted' came into view in red, accompanied by excerpts from news reports on the next few pages.

The anti-mutant demonstrations/parades have never stopped these days, and S.H.I.E.L.D. cannot fully control public opinion, and non-violent demonstrations/parades gathered outside the hospital.

This incident has become synonymous with the conflict between mutants and ordinary people, and the headlines for several days have been inseparable from Triss.

Fortunately, no one has dug out that there is Steve Rogers among the residents of that residential building, otherwise there may be any conspiracy theory conjectures popping up.

What the non-violent demonstrators smashed was not car window glass or porcelain in shops.They more directly shattered the hope in the little girl's heart.

Anonymous clicked on some random video promoting anti-mutants.

"...Mutants are the containers of demons in the world. Satan descends into the world and takes possession of the bodies of dishonest believers. He uses the utterances of these people to speak blasphemous theories, and uses the hands of these people to do things against God—"

"What you see is not an innocent little girl, but a devil incarnate. Her crimes are beyond description: look, isn't this the most direct proof that she can brutally murder her own parents?"

"Mutants are not human beings, and they do not deserve the equal love of our Heavenly Father."

"Mutants who kill their parents deserve the most severe punishment!"

interesting.

Unnamed pursed his lips tightly, watching the priest in black preaching unreasonable teachings.This kind of hypocrites who manipulate people's beliefs into their own influence is particularly disgusting.

He insisted on watching the entire video.

This is what Triss listened to. Every day she could hear the shouts of the crowd outside the window, see the hateful eyes of those people, and sometimes even small stones hit the window glass.

But it wasn't the parents of these people who died. They hid in the room every day, forced themselves to open their eyes, and didn't even dare to fall asleep, and it wasn't these people who were afraid that the nightmare would cause their abilities to lose control again.

Unnamed felt that being decent would not save the Americans, so he wanted to abandon the light and turn to the dark.

Equality, humanity.

Perhaps only a person like the captain can unreservedly dedicate everything to this goal that seems to have no light and owes electricity bills for 800 years.

"My ideal is very simple, Mr. Unknown," Fisk said in the most sincere tone he could think of, "I hope that these cancerous tumors will be cleaned up, and this city will become able to accept poor people like Triss. In your With help, New York will be better."

Anonymous closed the folder without any fluctuations in his heart, and even wanted to bargain.

In fact, he didn't have much sympathy with this kind of empty talk: it's just that if he can't make any impact on the world of today's dogs, it's better to find a job that pays well, has a high degree of freedom, and doesn't need to care about the government's movements every day and worry about S.H.I.E.L.D.'s surveillance.

This is probably one of the bad influences Deadpool had on him.

"Mr. Fisk, I think we can discuss the issue of the 'agreement'," the anonymous said with a smile, "Where is Mr. Wesley, is he alright?"

James Wesley, Fisk's best friend and assistant.Anonymous certainly hasn't seen him, but Deadpool has.Showing an understanding of the opponent at this time is obviously an extremely important bargaining chip.

There was a sound of cloth rubbing against each other, and then Fisk obviously turned on the speakerphone, and the sound became more distant.

"Hello, Mr. Unknown, my pleasure." This is probably Wesley.

"I'm very interested in your excellent treatment," the unnamed person went straight to the point, "Wade said five social insurances and one housing fund are very important, but it's a pity that the Avengers don't provide this."

"Yes, there is also housing for employees, and reimbursement for board, lodging, and transportation."

"That's good, what does the medical say?"

"There is a dedicated doctor, and the expenses are all covered."

"Oh, what about the funeral expenses?"

"..."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and Unknown couldn't help laughing: "Don't worry, Wade will never need this; I can't say for sure, but you don't need to pay for it."

Both parties have probably reached a consensus, and this normal to weird phone call has also achieved its due purpose.

"Well, if you want to get a certificate," Fisk added, "I can ask my friends at the city hall to ensure that it is fast and convenient without queuing."

"Thank you, maybe I will really trouble you next time."

The partner seemed to be on the right track, and Anonymous hung up the phone.

He threw the phone on the ground and smashed the screen with his foot.Unknown bent down, picked through the broken glass, and picked up a small device that was still glowing red.

"Jarvis," he greeted, "I think I have to go, won't I say good-bye?"

It's just a simple one-way listening device, and Tony's smart butler certainly can't answer him through the non-existent microphone.Anonymous crushed it.

Unnamed stepped on the edge of the roof, with half of his feet hanging in the air, feeling the cold wind blowing on his face from a high place, until his skin changed from slight tingling to numbness, and he looked at the ground thoughtfully.

After a while, he made a strange smile, took out his disposable mobile phone, and dialed a certain number.

"Hey, Helmut," he said, "have you got any plums? I remember the fruit shop was on sale today."

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