The Unrighteous God In Marvel

After the arrogant and domineering thin man with glasses finished speaking, he walked slowly across the center of the venue. He was holding a glass of red wine, which seemed very polite, but in fact he swept across every face bluntly and stared at every pair of eyes.

No one can look at him for more than a second.

Everyone lowered their heads, or held up their glasses to pretend to drink, or studied the colors of shoes and carpets.

They are just ordinary black market businessmen, doing some shameful things that can't get on the stage.

The thin man with glasses is certainly not a vicious villain, and he doesn't have any so-called aura.

They were afraid of him and made no secret of expressing a certain degree of surrender, mainly because of the company behind the company he represented.

Osborne Bio.

A company that involves many aspects such as biopharmaceuticals, chemistry and chemical engineering, and is also related to the underlying black market businessmen and high-level military personnel is certainly not as simple as an ordinary listed company on the surface.

Moreover, Osborne biology is just one of the industries of the Osborne family.

Someone is keenly aware of something.

It's... a weapon! arms!

Osborne recently established a new weapons research and development department...

Lenovo Stark Industries has vacated the huge market demand after it withdrew from the weapon business. Why did Osborne Biosystems take such a big deal, even in such anxiousness, proactively revealing their trading intelligence and bottom line, and catching up with them. It's completely understandable that the black market merchants who don't need money are slaughtered.

As for not bowing one's head, face is not worthy of face.

As long as you can make money, then everything is easy to talk about.

Make money, it’s not shabby~

…………

He glanced at these merchants who were constantly exchanging eyes.

The man with glasses representing Osborne's creature knew in his heart that these guys were negotiating a price in a familiar way, ready to bite a piece of meat on his body!

But he doesn't care, he is only responsible for getting all the aliens back to his company, and everything else is easy to say.

When it comes to breaking the sky, it is nothing more than money. Anyway, it wasn't him who paid the money. Is Osborne Bio short of money?

Walking to the end of the meeting room leaning on the glass, the man with glasses held the wine glass reservedly and arrogantly, and said forcefully: "Since no one opposes, it's all the same..."

"I am against this marriage!"

A voice sounded abruptly behind him!

"I also object, I have been listening for a long time, this is not a math class at all!"

Klang Klang!

The sound of smashing glass.

"That who! Open the door... open the window, my pants are in your house."

Turning his head in surprise and confusion, the man with glasses is a little confused...

This is the 32nd floor!

Outside the window? !

"Great gift crab! What is this...!"

Backed a few steps violently, the wine in the glass was spilled all over, and the man in glasses was startled by the densely stacked cat's head outside the window with dozens of bright eyes!

In a rush, there was a tortoise on the top of the "cat tower"!

What's the situation!

Is there so many rats in this hotel!

He didn't pay attention. Some of the black market merchants behind him took out his cell phone with a weird expression.

"Could it be...I heard it wrong?"

But I really listen...

"Eh! Yeah, it's you, what are you looking at!"

The man with glasses was surprised to see...

The cat actually spoke!

"I'm deaf! I heard you open the window! I'm very busy!"

What a swear word! He was a little stunned for a while, not knowing what to do...

"Number five, can you be smarter. If you don't go in again, how can I practice skills after the main body kills all the people!"

哐! !

"what--!"

The thickened special glass window was directly smashed by the tortoise with its claws, and the broken glass shards flew over and scratched the face of the man with glasses.

"Don't move, don't..."

哐! There is another loud noise!

The closed door was smashed from the outside, and a man in a black suit fell to the ground like a gourd.

"Wuhu!!!"

At the open door, with a loud shout, a man in a hooded trench coat walked in.

In his hand, he also carried a blood-stained long knife.

"Does anyone want to cut the cake."

Leon said.

…………

It is not difficult to deal with the pile of bodyguards outside the door, but the difficulty is not to let them speak out.

Otherwise, Lyon’s [perfect moment] would be destroyed.

Fortunately, Mu Dun is easy to use.

Using the last guy who wanted to dig a gun to give himself a shuttle as a key, Leon opened the door and made a perfect appearance!

...

Reaching out and holding a knife, the blood shook the face of an old man next to him.

"Sorry."

Leon said embarrassedly, "I promise to use your own for a while, absolutely..."

"who are you!"

Why is there always someone asking such sb questions at this time? !

Also interrupt me! ?

Throwing the knife to the ground, Leon tilted his head: "I'm Liang Zhichao's grandmother, have you heard of it!"

The long knife lifted up and threw it directly on the guy's chest.

"This is what interrupted my thoughts... Whoops!"

A dense number of bullets came, and everyone present, from the bodyguards to those protected by the bodyguards, fired desperately at Leon.

Only three people did not move.

One is with a knife stuck in his chest, only the unfortunate interjecting brother who is out of air does not breathe in.

One was when he saw the black cat and immediately took out his cell phone, and now he stood aside with his hands on the phone.

There is also a bunch of cats watching the excitement, with a tortoise on his head, and brother spectacles who lie on the ground with blood on his face but dare not move.

...

After the gunshots passed, the masked man who was just now blatant fell to the ground, as motionless as the hapless guy who was stabbed to death by him.

Everyone let out a sigh of relief.

Someone looked back at the guy who raised his hands with a calm expression, and said tauntingly: "Heh! It seems that S.H.I.E.L.D. is not all..."

"I'm you, I wouldn't think so."

The guy who was actually an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. still held his hands high and replied with a calm expression: "It's a pity that you raise your hands now, it seems it's too late."

"What are you talking about..."

"He said--"

Leon stabbed his back with a knife from behind him, and the tip of the knife came out of his chest.

"He said, I will get up suddenly, and then I will stabb you to death with a knife."

If someone from S.H.I.E.L.D. is present, Leon will be boring to play again.

"You S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"Yes, Mr. Night Watchman."

"Yeah, your level is not low!"

"I am a level 6 field agent, and I belong directly to..."

"What are you doing here."

"Selling the corpses of the Zetaru. The chief's intention..."

"Go and squat over there."

"Yes."

Flourishing and flowing water!

Putting down his hands, he walked calmly until he did not dare to raise his head until now, and the spectacle man who seemed to have a few more wounds on his face squatted down next to him. This Level 6 field agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. was extremely sensible from beginning to end.

At first glance, I have seen the world!

"Then, then, it's time to take care of you."

Leon drew a long knife, pierced the other person's chest like lightning, watched his glasses gradually lose his glamour, and said slowly.

……………………

Lyon’s time to resolve this group of people was actually very fast, and it was mainly time-consuming and laborious, and it was still during interrogation.

After everything was settled, Leon seemed to realize with hindsight that there was still a S.H.I.E.L.D. and Osborne creature living there.

When he was busy, the avatars were not idle, and had been "chatting" with these two for a long time.

"Still squatting! Just leave if you want, I won't keep you for dinner."

Leon wiped the knife with a tie and walked towards this side.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent tried to get up.

He failed to get up and his legs were numb.

He smiled bitterly: "If you don't mind, I think I might have to sit for a while."

Leon is not the unreasonable person~~

Sit down, just sit down. did not affect.

After blasting away the avatars who were not doing serious things, they just kicked the avatar that turned into a black turtle out of the broken window. Leon knelt down and patted the side of Brother Glasses. .

"Can I talk to you?"

"Can it! You ask!"

Brother Glasses got up and knelt on the ground and began to surrender: "I won't hide anything!"

I really can't blame him for counseling.

The whole room is almost red, and everyone has to weigh it.

Leon picked him up the glasses on the floor and put them on again.

Without the body, I don't know how to call him.

"I seemed to hear that you said that you are an Osborne creature? What do you want to do when you come here?"

The man in glasses knows nothing about his company's leadership plan to enter the weapons industry, and by the way, he talked about the integration of biotechnology companies like a bamboo tube.

That was really no concealment. Leon asked such a sentence from beginning to end. This buddy himself explained the questions that Lyon would ask afterwards inside and out.

"Um... then I probably know. Thank you!"

"Need not……"

After breaking his neck, Leon stood up, looked out the window, thinking about the problem.

Osborne is not a rare name, but if it is [Osborne Creature], there should be only one.

Norman Osborne.

That is, the old rival of the little spider: the green devil.

Because the movie was released too early, Leon's impression of the little spider still remained at the time of the first generation of Spider-Man.

In the movie version of the first Spider-Man, the friend is rich, rich and handsome, but also the enemy. The trilogy condenses into one sentence: the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

The second generation of extraordinary Spider-Man, friends are short, rich and ugly, but not enemies. The trilogy also condenses into one sentence: Are you worse than me? Who miserable than I am!

As for the three generations of Spider-Man, that is, the little spider in the MCU, the friend is short, ugly, poor and fat, and all appearances are condensed into one sentence: Father Iron Man!

To be honest, at least in terms of the completion of Little Spider's personal role, they messed up.

Only the mouth is left for that character.

And the first generation of Spider-Man, just didn't have a mouth.

The difference is really big.

Regarding the first-generation movie version of Spider-Man, I like it, but the times are too long. Leon's impression is not very clear. On the contrary, it is the green goblin on a skateboard: Norman Osborne, which impresses Leon.

What a handsome flying skateboard with a fire-breathing sound effect that can spin silk in your hand!

His skateboard, if he can spin... it would be perfect!

It is for this reason that Leon was very impressed with the role of the Green Devils.

In his memory, the original intention of Osborne Creature was to make Norman Osborne better adapt to himself. It has become...

Um? !

In other words, the guy Norman Osborne has become the Green Goblin?

Lyon couldn’t help scratching his head, why didn’t he hear any movement. In the same Big Apple City, although Lyon often mixes in the Hell’s Kitchen and doesn’t open up the "battlefield" of other urban areas very much, it’s still special to throw pumpkin bombs on a skateboard. What a green guy, if you do something bad, it doesn't seem to be so easy to hide so good!

These two pieces of information seem to be in conflict.

This is very embarrassing. It would be a bit difficult for Leon to send someone to see Mephisto. He is good at it and let him analyze intelligence.

I have counted all the things that Lyon has since his "debut", because of the number of times that intelligence has suffered a lot. They were all forced to find an intelligence broker to "buy" intelligence.

It's not that he is unwilling to study this aspect, he really won't.

"It's a pity, don't kill him just now..."

Leon regretted a little. Otherwise, how could you ask something else from this guy's mouth...

correct!

There seems to be another person in this room!

Leon turned to look at the corner of the room.

As a senior field agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., he really saw the world!

I really didn't leave, where did I rub my legs!

"Come here and help me analyze one thing. I'll give you 20 yuan."

It seems that I did not expect that the night watchman from Lyon could not only survive, but also made 20 yuan in extra money!

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent with a strange expression took a few steps forward and began to listen to Leon telling him about his problem.

After that, he pondered for a while, and quickly gave Lyon’s own answer: "My experience is that if this person, the bad guy you said, should come out tomorrow morning, and other evidence also shows that he It should be so, but there are no signs of this.

On the assumption that the intelligence is correct, there are only two possible scenarios.

One is that he is indeed committing certain crimes, but it is not within the influence of your... uh, deterrence, or he has disguised himself.

Second, it means that he has other important things at this time, or his life is in danger, or something that is conducive to his crime. "

"Pretty! Oh! I'm sorry!"

Leon couldn’t control his strength a little bit~www.NovelMTL.com~ This slap on the shoulder might be a bit painful......

"Okay, then I'll go first. Ask Fury for the 20 yuan, just talk about the consultation fee I mentioned."

With a friendly wave, Leon flew out from the broken window.

And this six-level field agent with a wry smile, looking at Lyon, which was gradually moving away from the horizon, quickly reduced his smile, scanned left and right, took out his mobile phone from his arms, and dialed a number.

"I met the night watchman, yes, now. He..."

He raised his head again and looked in that direction: "He may be going to the Osborne Group."

When he was about to put away his mobile phone, the sixth-level field agent suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly added: "Right, I suggest..."

He turned his head, looked at the room that had basically turned red, and said solemnly: "I suggest that the assassination level of the night watchman be raised by one level."

Some things are more useful to see than to hear.