Injustice in Marvel

Chapter 218 The quietly approaching...danger?
After the arrogant and domineering thin man with glasses finished speaking, he walked slowly from the center of the field.Holding a glass of red wine, he seemed to be very polite, but in reality he swept across every face and met every pair of eyes bluntly and coldly.

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

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

They are just some ordinary black market businessmen, doing some shameful things that cannot be seen on the stage.

That skinny man with glasses is certainly not a vicious villain, nor does he have any so-called aura.

They were afraid of him, and unabashedly expressed a certain degree of surrender, mainly because of the company behind him that he represented.

Osborne bio.

A company involved in many aspects such as biopharmaceuticals and chemical engineering, and also related to low-level black market businessmen and high-level military personnel, must be more than a simple listed company on the surface.

Moreover, Osborn Bio is just one of the industries of the Osborn family.

Someone was keenly aware of something.

It's... a weapon!arms!

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

Thinking about the huge market demand vacated after Stark Industries withdrew from the arms business, why did Osborne Biology take such a big deal, even in such a hurry, to actively reveal its trading information and bottom line, and rush to be seen by them? It is completely understandable that the black market merchants who are desperate for money will be slaughtered.

As for whether to bow your head or not, you don't have face.

As long as you can make money, then everything is fine.

Make money, don't be shabby~
…………

His eyes scanned the businessmen who kept exchanging glances.

The man with glasses representing Osborne's creature knew in his heart that these guys were negotiating a price in their familiar way, and were about to bite off a piece of flesh from his body!

But he doesn't care, he is only responsible for getting all the aliens back to his company, other things are easy to talk about.

To put it bluntly, it is nothing more than a matter of money.Anyway, he didn't pay for it. Is Osborn Bio short of money?

Walking to the end of the conference room next to the glass, the man with glasses held his wine glass reservedly and proudly, and said forcefully, "Since no one objected, then we are all the same..."

"I am against this marriage!"

A voice suddenly sounded behind him!
"I also object, I've been listening to it for a long time, this is not a math class at all!"

bang bang bang!
The sound of smashing glass.

"Who is that! Open the door...open the window, my pants are in your house."

Looking back in surprise and doubt, the man with glasses was a little confused...

This is the fifth floor!

outside the window? !
"Gift Crab! What is this...!"

Taking a few steps back, the wine in the glass was spilled all over the body, and the man in glasses was taken aback by the densely packed dozens of cat heads with bright eyes outside the window!
In a hasty glance, there is actually a turtle on the top of the "Cat Tower"!
What is this!
Are there so many mice in this hotel!
He didn't notice that one of the black market dealers behind him took out his mobile phone with a strange expression.

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

But I really listen to...

"Hey! Yes, it's you, what are you looking at!"

The man with glasses was surprised to see...

The cat actually spoke!

"Deaf! I can't hear you so please open the window! I'm busy!"

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

"No. [-], can you be smarter? If you don't go in, how can I practice my skills after the main body kills everyone!"

Bang! !

"what--!"

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

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

Bang!Another bang!
The closed door was broken from the outside, and a man in a black suit fell to the ground like a gourd of blood.

"Wuhu!!"

At the open door, with a loud shout, a masked man in a trench coat and a hat walked in.

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

"Anyone want to cut the cake?"

Leon spoke.

…………

It is not difficult to deal with the large group of bodyguards outside the door, the difficulty is not to let them make a sound.

Otherwise, wouldn't Lyon's [Perfect Appearance Moment] be destroyed?

Fortunately, the wooden escape is easy to use.

Using the last guy who tried to pull out a gun to make a key for himself, Leon opened the door and made a perfect appearance!
……

He stretched out his hand to hold a knife flower, and the blood splashed 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 do people always ask such sb questions at such a time? !
Also interrupt my words! ?
Throwing the knife on the ground, Leon tilted his head: "I'm Liang Zhichao's grandma, have you heard of it!"

The long knife was raised, and it was thrown directly at the guy's chest.

"This is what interrupted my train of thought... Whoops!"

Dense bullets hit, and everyone present, from the bodyguards to the people protected by the bodyguards, shot desperately at Leon.

Only three people did not move.

One is the unlucky interjection brother who has a knife stuck in his chest and only breathes out but not inhales.

One is the phone guy who took out his phone immediately after seeing the black cat, and now stands aside with his hands raised.

There is also a group of watching cats standing on his body, a turtle on his head, and the glasses brother who is lying on the ground with blood on his face but dare not move.

……

After the gunshot, the masked man who was flamboyant just now fell to the ground, motionless just like the unlucky 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 mockingly: "Oh! It seems that SHIELD is not all..."

"I wouldn't think so if I were you."

The guy who was actually a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent still raised his hands high, and replied calmly: "It's a pity that you raised your hands now, it seems to be too late."

"What did you say..."

"He says--"

Leon stabbed him in the back with the knife from behind, the point protruding from the chest.

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

With people from S.H.I.E.L.D. present, it would be boring for Leon to play any more.

"Are you from S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"Yes, Mr. Night's Watch."

"Yo, your level is not low!"

"I am a sixth-level field agent, directly under..."

"What are you here for?"

"Selling Chitauri corpses. Director's order..."

"Go and squat over there."

"Yes."

So smooth!
Putting down his hands, he walked calmly to the man in glasses who didn't dare to look up until now, and seemed to have a few more wounds on his face, squatting down next to the man in glasses. This sixth-level field agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. was very sensible from the beginning to the end.

A look is like seeing the world!

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

Leon drew out his long knife and pierced the other person's chest like lightning. Looking at his glasses that were gradually losing his spirit, he said slowly.

........................

The time for Leon to deal with this group of people is actually very fast, and the time-consuming and labor-intensive part is mainly during the interrogation.

After everything was resolved, Leon seemed to be belatedly reminded that there was still a person from S.H.I.E.L.D. and Osborn Creature alive.

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

"Still squatting! If you want to go, go, I won't let you eat."

Leon wiped the knife with a piece of 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 went numb.

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

Leon is not that unreasonable person~~
Sit down and sit down.No effect.

Scattered a bunch of clones who were not doing serious things and would only cause trouble for him, and kicked the clone that turned into a black turtle out of the broken window with one kick. Leon squatted down and patted the side face of Brother Glasses .

"Can I chat with you?"

"Yes, yes, yes! You ask!"

The glasses brother got up, knelt on the ground and began to surrender: "I will not hide anything!"

I really can't blame him for being cowardly.

The whole room is about to turn red, and anyone who changes it will have to weigh it.

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

Without a body, I don't even know what to call him.

"I seem to have heard just now, you said that you are an Osborn creature? What do you want to do here?"

The man in glasses told everything about his company's leadership's plan to enter the weapon industry, and by the way, he talked about the integration of biotechnology companies like a bamboo tube.

There was really no concealment at all. Leon asked such a sentence from the beginning to the end, and this buddy himself explained clearly to Leon the question that he wanted to ask later.

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

"Need not……"

Breaking his neck, Leon stood up, looked out the window, and thought.

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

Norman Osborn.

That is, the little spider's old rival: the green goblin.

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

In the movie version of the first generation of Spider-Man, friends are Gao Fushuai and enemies. The trilogy is condensed into one sentence: the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

The second generation of The Amazing 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, his friends are short, ugly and fat, and all appearances can be condensed into one sentence: Father Iron Man!

To be honest, at least in terms of Spiderman's personal character completion, they screwed up.

All that remains of that character is the mouth.

The original Spider-Man just didn't have a mouth.

The difference is really huge.

As for the original film version of Spider-Man, I like it as much as I like it, but the time is still too long, and Leon’s impression is not very clear. On the contrary, it is the Green Goblin on a skateboard: Norman Osborn, who impresses Leon deeply.

How can there be a flying skateboard that can breathe fire and sound effects if it can spin silk in its hand!

If his skateboard could spin silk...it would be perfect!

It's for this reason that Leon was so impressed with the role of the Green Goblin.

In his memory, the original intention of creating Osborn's creature seems to be to make Norman Osborn better adapt to himself, which has become...

Ok? !

In other words, Norman Osborn has become a green goblin?

Leon couldn't help scratching his head, why didn't he hear anything? He's also in the Big Apple City. Although Leon often hangs out in Hell's Kitchen and doesn't open up "battlefields" in other urban areas, it's still cool to throw pumpkin bombs on a skateboard. What a green guy with a whole body, but if he does something bad, it doesn't seem so easy to hide it so well!

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, who is good at analyzing intelligence.

Counting the incidents since Leon's "debut", how many times have he suffered because of intelligence matters?They were forced to go to an intelligence broker to "buy" information.

It's not that he doesn't want to study this aspect, he really doesn't know how to do it.

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

Leon felt a little regretful.Otherwise, how can I ask something else from this guy...

correct!

There seems to be another person in this room!

Leon turned his head to look at the corner of the room.

As expected of a senior field agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., he really has seen the world!
He really didn't leave, where was he rubbing his legs!
"Come on, help me analyze something. I'll give you 20 yuan."

It seems that he didn't expect that meeting Leon, the night watchman, not only survived, but also earned 20 yuan in extra money!

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent with a strange expression stepped forward and began to listen to Leon talk about his problem.

Afterwards, he pondered for a while, and quickly gave Leon's own answer: "My experience is that if this person, the bad guy you mentioned, should have come out to do things early on, and other evidence shows that he It should be, but there is no sign of it.

Assuming that the information is correct, there are only two most likely scenarios.

One is that he's actually committing some crime, but it's not within your... well, deterrence sphere, or he's disguised himself.

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

"Beautiful! Oh! Sorry!"

Leon couldn't control his strength a little bit. The slap on his shoulder might be a little painful...

"Okay, then I'll go first. You can ask Fu Rui for the 20 yuan, and just pay the consulting fee I mentioned."

With a friendly wave, Leon flew out of the shattered window.

And this sixth-level field agent with a wry smile looked at Leon who was gradually receding into the sky, quickly suppressed his smile, glanced left and right, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and dialed a number.

"I met the Night's Watch, yes, now. He..."

He raised his head and looked in that direction again: "He may have gone 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: "By the way, I suggest..."

He turned back, 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 another level."

Some things are more useful to see than to hear.

(End of this chapter)