Superman's Journey

Chapter 158 Emma and Taylor

Fury is in a bad mood because Lincoln is back.

Although it was only a short video, Fury was sure that it must be Lincoln because of his unconvincing style.

He originally thought that Lincoln, who took all the mansions away, should go on a long trip, at least not coming back for a short time, but he was disappointed in the end, and Lincoln came back within a year.

Drivers and cars still lying on the main road, cut in half by the heat sight, didn't matter anymore. It was the repurposing of a vacant lot that made Fury nervous.

Yes, the vacant lot left by Lincoln's move was resold by some stupid guy.

The near-billion-dollar profit has driven some people out of their minds to put their hands on the land that occupies a prime location in Manhattan.

They intend to build a new office building there to respond to the increasingly prominent architectural needs in Manhattan.

As for Lincoln, like Fury, those people think that Lincoln, who has moved away from his hometown, will not come back in a short time, and they should start reforming and reaping benefits earlier.

As a result, they had just completed the second auction of the land and put up the sign, and Lincoln came back beyond everyone's expectations.

Fury no longer cared about the headache of Tony Stark's disappearance in the Middle East, grabbed his ID and walked out the door.

A lot of movement caught the attention of Coulson who came to report with the document: "Director? You are."

"Remember to call me the boss." Fury glanced at Coulson and the documents in his hand: "Go to the Middle East to report and bring Tony Stark back."

Colson: ? ? ?

He was dispatched to the Middle East to perform a mission in just one sentence, which made Coulson a little confused for a while, but before he could speak, Fury's figure had disappeared behind the elevator door.

When he drove his specially modified car, which could even resist individual bazookas, through [-] traffic lights and arrived at his destination, Lincoln was already sitting on a bench in the green park early on.

The sound of the roaring car engine made him look sideways and look at Fury: "8 minutes and 45 seconds, the speed is quite fast."

Fury heard a hint of sarcasm in these words, but he didn't care about it. Instead, he followed Lincoln and looked at the open space that was already listed: "I can explain it to you."

"Yes, I have plenty of time. I can listen to what you plan to explain." Lincoln nodded, leaning on the bench and looking at Fury leisurely: "You can talk when you think about it."

Facing Lincoln's playful gaze, Fury was silent. After a while, he chose to give up the idea of ​​deceiving Lincoln with the lies made by the firm.

According to his understanding of the person in front of him, maybe Lincoln already understood everything clearly, and now he is waiting for him to speak a lesson.

Fury took a deep breath, and then looked away: "As you can see, some people resold your land for profit, and decided to build a new office building here."

"It seems that the power of the joint office is not very strong." Lincoln looked thoughtfully at the people who had already entered the venue in front of him: "Or, they are people who resell the land."

"I don't know about that." Fury shrugged and sold the other people without hesitation: "SHIELD is mainly responsible for security issues. This kind of economic issue is handled by other people."

"Really." Lincoln chuckled, and pointed to the street lamp by the side of the road: "Did you know that there is something missing on it?"

Fury looked over and shook his head: "I don't know."

"One thing we all know, capitalists are the best decorations to decorate street lamps. Hanging a capitalist for each street lamp will be the best scenery."

"I counted, there are 87 street lights near my site, each street light must be hung with appropriate decorations, I will give you 12 hours, before the street lights are turned on tonight, I want to see you Determination."

After finishing speaking, Lincoln stood up and patted Fury on the shoulder, and took out a round fruit with his backhand and stuffed it into his arms: "Watermelon, this is your favorite fruit."

Holding the round watermelon in his hand, Fury couldn't help being silent. For a moment, he felt that Lincoln was teasing him.

In a capitalist country, hanging capitalists on street lamps as ornaments, and giving watermelons to black people as gifts, Fury would not believe it if it wasn't for ulterior motives.

But even if Lincoln was ulterior motives, there was nothing he could do.

Go to war with Lincoln for some daring?God knows what Lincoln would do if he appeared and killed a man in the street.

Fury decided to play tricks and install appropriate ornaments for the streetlights around the Lincoln site.

87 capitalists, sounds like a lot, but if you make up a little, just one New York can meet the requirements.

Hang all the people involved in land reselling on the street lamps. Presumably no one will object to this, unless they want to replace them as accessories.

Lincoln left, but before leaving, he restocked the collection that he had carried with him for an unknown amount of time.

As the huge building fell heavily on the ground with a large shadow, with Manhattan as the center, the news of Lincoln's return began to radiate rapidly.

At this moment, I don't know how many people's complexions changed drastically, and the faces of those who had participated in the land reselling were even ashamed.

They wanted to struggle, but just as their palms touched the phone, there was a knock on the door. Immediately afterwards, a man in black with a twisted rope in his hand stood in front of them with a smile on his face, as if he was serving God. General customer: "Would you like us to put it on for you?"

"No! You can't do this to me!" Looking at the knotted rope, the capitalist's blood memory seemed to be awakened, and his body began to tremble: "You are inhumane!"

"I'm sorry sir, if you are willing to risk the family reunion to persuade that person to remain humane, we don't have to bring it for you, otherwise the reality is that you have to go and stay with the street lamp for a while."

While talking, the man in black walked into the past, causing even more frightened roars: "No, no!!!"

On this day, New York is destined to be impossible to be peaceful, and even the whole of America cannot be peaceful, because the historical repertoire of hanging capitalists will be staged in Manhattan.

When the lights are on at night, the shadows cast symbolize the darkness of these people.

Of course, these have little to do with Lincoln. He left after admiring those capitalists who dared to risk their lives to reap benefits by hanging themselves on the street lamps.

Just as the most anticipated moment of hanging is always the moment when people are hanged, Lincoln is not interested in watching corpses floating in the air.

If it wasn't for the sake of establishing majesty, he wouldn't even let these people hang here, but would directly use his heat vision to send their families back together.

Now only the chief culprit is punished, he is so merciful!
The dead bodies of the capitalists floated at the door, which meant that the collection hall would not be able to open today. Lincoln simply returned to the Continental Hotel.

Although the consumption level of this place is relatively high, it has to be said that the services provided are also thought of as good.

For example, now, Lincoln is holding Emma Watson, who has just grown up. (Marvel's current timeline is 08, and Emma was born in 1990.)
Lincoln didn't bother to find out how those people at the Continental Hotel managed to get a currently hot actress to come to the place to greet guests, it was nothing more than some deals.

He just wants to enjoy the taste of Emma who is in her youth, as for other things, they are all trivial matters!

United Firm S.H.I.E.L.D. Office.

Looking at the man in black in front of him, Fury took a deep breath: "Have you sent it?"

"Well." The man in black nodded: "Emma Watson, he looks very satisfied. He should spend the night at the Continental Tavern tonight, and he won't take into account the curfew in Manhattan."

"After tonight, you can go to him again, and the bodies of those guys should be removed from the street lamps, and the impact of the incident will be minimized."

"That's good, that's good." Fury didn't feel guilty at all for pushing a young girl into the adult world. After all, Hollywood is obviously more chaotic.

The program of hanging capitalists is inevitable, and it would be great if the impact of the incident can be minimized. An actor is nothing more than an actor, in his opinion.

Lincoln knew what they were thinking, but he was so pleased with Emma that he was happy to spend the night in bed pretending not to know.

I have to say that the experience was really good, especially after he let Emma wear only a wizard school robe, the faint temptation was very white and very strong!

the next day.

From Emma, ​​who was half-covered and covered with a silk quilt, Lincoln confirmed a truth that the human body can never be compared with Superman.

After a night of hard work, Lincoln will never be the first to lie down!
After pinching Emma casually, Lincoln got up and walked out of the room.

In the bar, Winston sat here early. Seeing Lincoln's figure, he immediately raised his glass of wine: "Good morning, sir. How was your night last night?"

"Very good." A knowing smile appeared on Lincoln's face: "I like this kind of youthful girl."

"Really." Winston said slightly: "Maybe I know someone else, do you need me to introduce you?"

Hearing this, Lincoln immediately became interested, and approached him with a bottle of Coke: "Tell me."

“I know of a female singer named Taylor who, as a newcomer, needs some insider help, and she’s trying to reach the Jonas Brothers right now. But if you want, I can introduce you first, so you can be her guide."

While talking, Winston turned on the phone and put it in front of Lincoln: "This is her photo."

Looking at the phone screen, Lincoln was silent for a moment: "Her last name is Swift?"

"Yes." Winston nodded.

"Very well, I agree." A smile appeared on Lincoln's face: "What about the time?"

"It's available anytime." Winston took the phone back: "Young people always have free time, just come and decide."

"Then let's do it today." Thinking of Emma in the room, Lincoln smiled even more: "Tell me, Winston, what do you think?"

"A special commission." Winston took out a stack of documents: "The chairman of Stark Industries, Tony Stark, disappeared in the Middle East. The assistant to the chairman, Pepper Potts, sent a letter to find Tony Stark Stark's commission."

"The pay is very attractive, but the Continental Hotel can't complete it, so."

There was an inexplicable smile on Lincoln's face: "So you want to transfer this commission to me, let me find that Tony Stark?"

"Yes." Winston nodded.

"Is the Continental Hotel short of money?"

"It's not money." Winston turned his head away: "Ms. Pepper Potts' reward is weapons, the purchase authority of a batch of weapons that the Continental Hotel needs."

"Isn't she an assistant?" Lincoln couldn't help but frowned. He didn't remember that Pepper in the original plot had this authority.

"During the time you were away, something happened to Stark Industries." Winston shrugged: "If you want to know, I can tell you."

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to care about this." Lincoln flipped through the documents in front of him: "Entrust me to follow up, send the person to my room, and ask Taylor to bring a message to Emma, ​​wash it up and wait for me to come back."

"Okay." Winston nodded first, and then suddenly understood: "Are you going to leave now?"

"What else?" Lincoln took another bottle of Coke from the counter: "Just this little thing, it's not worth my time to do it."

Middle Eastern desert.

In a cave that was not clearly marked on the map, Tony, with an electromagnet on his chest, hammered and hammered the iron sheet, forging it into the shape he wanted.

Ethan, who was here like him, made him a suggested electromagnet to absorb missile fragments near his heart, but then Tony built himself an Ark reactor that could get rid of batteries and wires.

Relying on the elements extracted from the missile as reactants, the furnace on his chest can work normally until the day he dies of old age, but Tony obviously doesn't want to stay here until he dies of old age.

To fool those terrorists who don't understand machinery or blueprints, Tony firmly implements his steel armor plan, as for the manufacturing of missiles requested by those terrorists.
As for the group of illiterates, Tony casually made things that they couldn't understand and confused them.

"Are you sure this is really feasible?" Seeing Tony crush those illiterates again in terms of IQ, Ethan stepped forward with some anxiety: "With these things, we can get us out of here."

"No, no, no, these are just tools." Tony turned his head away, pointing his finger at his head: "It is this, my smart brain, that really takes us out of here."

"Okay." Ethan had nothing to say about Tony's narcissism, and just reminded: "How long do you need? Those guys are becoming more and more impatient."

"It will be soon, if all goes well, it will take less than a week."

(End of this chapter)