Marvel's Metamorphosis Spider-Man

Here's a camouflaged WH security jet transport.

"What about this person?"

'Mole' pointed to the trunk, and there was a big living person locked there.

"I'll take that person away."

Gwen opened the trunk, and a smell came over his face.

"Forehead……"

'Mole' looking back, that smell is too strong.

However, as a person who has experienced the battlefield, this smell can be tolerated, it is better than the smell of rotting corpses.

'Persian Cat' also frowned. Although she is also a mercenary, as a woman, she actually does more logistics.

But logistics do not include escorts and cleaning toilets.

"This guy has been holding back all the way from the United States to here, and he's pretty good."

Gwen didn't dislike it. His pants were wet, not his collar. He still grabbed the big man's bodyguard by the collar to lift him out of the car.

Then it was towed to the transport plane.

"Then we have a chance to meet again."

'Persian Cat' thought about it, and said goodbye like this.

Colleagues in a company may have to do tasks together again soon.

"Well, see you tomorrow."

Gwen replied and closed the cabin door.

"Okay, let's go home."

Gwen turned on the plane's engine.

"No problem, mama."

YUI took over the operation of the plane, and soon the transport plane flew low and disappeared into the distance.

"She said, what does it mean to see you tomorrow?"

'Mole' asked the 'Persian Cat' next to him.

"I guess it's going to be something else tomorrow."

'Persian Cat' rolled his eyes and turned back to the off-road vehicle.

What a stupid person to ask such a stupid question.

"No, I just came all the way here, so I won't even let you rest."

'Mole' howled dryly, and got into the car obediently, and the two of them rushed to the stronghold.

"Well, what should I do with you?"

Gwen sat on one side of the cabin, across from her huddled on the other side of Obadiah's bodyguard.

The imposing 1.9-meter man curled up there like a girl, without raising his head, blushing like a monkey's butt.

The elders are shy, peeing their pants in front of the two girls.

Three-year-olds can't compare to all behaviors.

Facing Gwen's problem now, he wanted to be tough and die directly. Anyway, he lost all his face and had no face to continue living.

But I also feel that there is no shame or skin anyway, and there is no need to live for the sake of face.

"Shall I throw you down?"

Gwen rested her chin and muttered to herself.

"Don't, don't!"

The big man glanced at the passing scenery outside the window of the plane, the vast sea, and the sun in the distance, the father-in-law had just leaked half of his flushed face, and he was decisively drunk again.

The problem is that even if Father Sun drank too much, it doesn't mean that the sea will warm up.

This temperature was thrown into the high seas, where there was no boat, the big man felt that he could not last for a few hours.

"what's your name?"

Gwen suddenly said something.

"Jack, Jack Hammer, you can call me a weasel."

The big man hung his head and said.

"Do you have a bar?"

Gwen said that this guy looked familiar.

"Yes, you know about the mercenary circle?"

'Weasel' looked up, as if he had found the dawn of rescue.

"I do not know."

Gwen had an indifferent face.

"Don't tell me, you all know that I run a bar... How could I not know about the mercenary circle?"

'Weasel' is not reconciled, this is the only topic he can chat with Gwen so far, and it is also the only way to delay the hanging point.

"I only know that the owner of a bar sells drinks on the surface and sells information secretly to release missions. I just don't know that this boss has good logistics, does not do security, and does not earn money. He actually goes to the front line to do missions. It is completely unlike that boss. Oh style."

Gwen didn't even look at the bitter-faced 'Weasel'.

"Business has been sluggish recently, lady, I don't know where they came from on the road. Such a team has strong funds and advanced equipment, and they almost monopolize all the work. The most ruthless thing is that they don't care about hidden rules at all. As a mercenary team , They actually split up and snatched the jobs of free mercenaries like us! Because the equipment is much better than ours, the employer chose them, and we couldn’t get any business at all! Really, it’s obviously a team, Why do you have to face the fact that we individual soldiers are also grabbing jobs! Isn't it good to form a group to do big business?"

'Weasel' took this opportunity to complain fiercely, and by the way relieved the tension and procrastinated for time.

"But... why is the logo of this plane so familiar?"

Weasel took a breath, just in time to see the WH logo on the back of the seat behind Gwen.

"Well, if I'm not mistaken, maybe this is the logo of the mercenary team you mentioned."

Gwen tilted her body to give way to the sign behind her.

"Forehead……"

'Weasel' died like a trap caught in the neck while stealing a chicken.

NO. Chapter 169 Cooperation

Gwen thinks it's okay, she didn't kill the guy who made extra money at the beginning, although she is not afraid of 'Deadpool', but 'Deadpool' is too annoying.

In fact, "Deadpool" is not as selfish as he appears. Although "Weasel" is a guy who sells friends to survive, he is still one of the few friends of "Deadpool".

Although I don't know if Deadpool will appear in this world, Gwen has not found any signs of mutants so far, but Wade Wilson can be considered a good mercenary, isn't he?

Moreover, based on the settings Gwen saw at the beginning, Deadpool's abilities are not all mutant abilities, but more from the magical powers bestowed by the so-called "Gods" and "Reapers" in the Marvel Universe. Will it be abnormal to toss into avocado?

"Okay, you have a chance to live, provided you reach a cooperation with me."

Gwen raised her hand, and threw out two darts that looked like spiders and consisted of eight sharp blades, cutting off the spider silk in the hand of 'Yellow Counting Wolf'.

"Hey! I'm untying you, not tying you up!"

Gwen stared at the 'weasel' without moving for a long time, just closed his eyes and showed a 'dying' expression, so he couldn't get angry.

Why is this person so afraid of death?

Like Leicester in GTA, although he is also afraid of death, he is fully prepared for every action, and no one will be able to find out about him.

Why does this guy not have the ability to do this kind of work for a living?

I really can't think about it, and it's quite embarrassing.

"Huh? Am I okay?"

'Weasel' didn't feel any pain in his body for a long time. When he opened his eyes, he saw two darts nailed to the cabin of the plane.

He knew early on that since the strange woman in front of him had a lot of strength, the hidden weapon thrown out would naturally have the strength of a bullet, so he closed his eyes in fear and put on an expression of 'seeing death as home'. As expected, he even plunged into the cabin of the plane.

"Thank you for your life."

If 'Weasel' knew Chinese culture, he would have clasped his fists and saluted at this moment.

"Hey? I haven't spared you yet. Didn't you listen to me? You have to meet my request. "

Gwen crossed her arms and rolled back tactically.

"Just say it, as long as I can do it, I can promise you."

'Weasel' slapped his chest loudly.After all, he is an information dealer, and he still wants to play word games at this time.

"If you can't do it, go down and swim by yourself."

Gwen pushed open the cabin door beside her, and the bitter warm wind howled and caressed her face.

"No, no, no, I promise you first!"

'Weasel' didn't even have to think of a plan to push Gwen down.

First of all, let him drive a propeller fixed-wing four-person small plane, it’s okay, this kind of transport plane is still fully automatic, so let’s forget it... Just look at this fully automatic driving AI, the person in front of him is standing behind him completely against Unstoppable forces.

Looking at the inhuman strength of the girl in front of her, go to wrestle with this strange girl by herself?Do you think you didn't die fast enough?

There is also the WH mercenary logo... That is a mercenary team with tens of thousands of people. A single soldier is still logistics, so let's wash up and sleep.

At this critical juncture, if the enemy is crushing you in every way, then you should be honest and accept your fate, maybe you can get a chance to survive.

I had no choice but to pinch my nose and admit it.

"Okay, you understand the situation very well. The condition I want you to agree to is to join me...or to join WH's team. All your information must be reported to WH immediately. At the same time, all entrusted by you The task is also, of course, I won't let you have no tasks in your hands, wouldn't you be unable to even run your tavern?"

Gwen pulled the door shut and leaned back against the bulkhead.

The wind was no longer noisy, and a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere was restored in the cabin.

"WH will not take away all the missions you reported, but only some useful ones, and will give you an equal number of missions in return. Your missions will change from simple assassinations, escorts, and delivery of packages around the United States. Global assassinations, escorts, package deliveries, even local wars."

Gwen saw that the 'Weasel' was completely decadent, just like someone robbed the shop he had been running all his life.

"Then we will open a mission mode. Your bar will become an AIM custom weapon sales point. If a mercenary completes the mission assigned to you by WH, you can submit a weapon demand application, and AIM will complete the mission based on this person The standard to make the custom weapons he needs. That’s right, it’s the same as the task NPC in PC games, so your place will only be overcrowded. Can you think about it?”

Gwen saw that the face of 'Weasel' turned from decadent to radiant again.

That face-changing technology is comparable to Hollywood producer Todd Joseph Miller.

In fact, 'Weasel' was not as happy as it looked.

What Gwen said was very clear. His bar became a weapon 4S shop, but he did not become a 4S shop. This means that if he has a problem, he may be driven away at any time, or even go to heaven.

Just change anyone, even if Wade Winston Wilson, a guy with a single muscle and a head full of muscles, is the same as the 4S shop of AIM weapons.

This is a store authorization not an individual authorization.

But what can be done?At this time, your own life is in the hands of others, and they didn't rob all your assets and gave you the opportunity to cooperate, which is very good.

As for AIM, 'Weasel' understands why this transvestite woman in front of her is so powerful. That is a world-renowned bio-genetic engineering company. Is it difficult to modify a gene?

It is also an existence that can kill him casually.

In this situation, it's better to show off your acting skills, be more happy, and try to stop this aunt from exploiting and squeezing more.

Gwen's idea is actually quite good. Originally, WH mercenaries were only allowed to experiment with weapons, which was not popular enough. Only by letting those from all walks of life to experiment with weapons can the data be more comprehensive.

As for customization?The appearance can be changed for you, but the inside is not made according to the standard.

The barrel and ammunition are not all unified, do you really think it can give you more power than others?

"Of course, they also need to regularly send usage evaluation back to WH."

In fact, AIM's weapons are generally equipped with chips, and the basic data will be transmitted back to the company's database, but letting these guys with all kinds of teachings, nine streams and everyone send back data can effectively confirm the character, and determine the next step based on the character Weapons make plans.

If you falsely report data or use experience, it must mean that you have a problem, and the next time you complete the mission no matter how good it is, there will still be restrictions on customizing your weapons.

This can be regarded as an insurance to prevent some guys who fish in troubled waters from messing around.

Of course, the existence of chips can also effectively prevent weapon technology from being passed on or sold on the black market.