Marvel’s Qimu disaster

Saiki and Potts exchanged cell phone calls, then handed her the original manuscript of Punch Man, stopped talking, and walked straight home, he didn’t want to stay here to be interviewed by the troublesome media.

What Qi Mu didn’t know was that not long after he left, several black cars silently stopped near the police cordon.

Two imposing men wearing sunglasses and black suits stepped out of the car.

At the head is a middle-aged man about thirty years old, this man is slightly taller, his blond hair is meticulously combed, and he wears a large watch on his hand, which shows that he is a man who pays great attention to appearance.

They looked at their surroundings with a natural expression, and then strode towards the cordon.

Looking at these two mysterious men, the police officers who maintained order suddenly became vigilant, and quietly put their right hands on the holster on their waist.

Seeing that they didn’t seem ready to stop, a police officer hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: “Sorry, sir, this place has been temporarily isolated, you can’t cross this range.” ”

The police officer who stepped forward was also very careful, his eyes were tightly fixed on the two people in front of him, and his hand on his waist was slightly tight, ready to attack at any time.

“Where is your sheriff?” We have something to look for him, this is our documents. ”

Seeing the performance of these police officers, the middle-aged man at the head smiled kindly, did not say unnecessary nonsense, and directly took out his documents.

The police officer took the certificate handed over by the man, his brows furrowed slightly, and he glanced at the two men in black with some surprise, but soon returned to normal, quietly returned the certificate, and said softly: “Please wait, I’ll report it.” ”

Soon, the sheriff came out of the rubble and asked curiously: “I am Sheriff George Stacy, who are you?” Which department? ”

“I’m Agent Coulson, representing the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency, and this is my ID.”

With a gentle smile on his face, Coulson handed over the document in his hand again.

“That’s a mouthful name.”

“Yes, so we’re working on this little issue as well.”

“Are you a CIA or an FBI?” Although the sheriff had never heard of the department’s name, the imprint on the document was indeed genuine.

Coulson shook his head: “No, we are an independent department, not someone else’s subordinate agency, the functions will be more centralized, Sheriff Stacy, we hope you can provide all the information about the car accident.” ”

……

The next morning, Jacob Doyle sat in his office as usual, with a cup of coffee on his desk, quietly reviewing new comic submissions.

As a well-known editor in the comic book circle, Jacob does not easily review the work of newcomers, let alone those who come directly to contribute.

Because most of these people draw comics on a whim to submit, the quality of their comics can be imagined how poor it will be, and he does not want to waste precious time on these people.

Jacob has been a comic editor for twenty years, and naturally he does not think that among these people, there can really be some genius cartoonists, after all, this fantasy is too unrealistic.

Generally speaking, if you want to become a cartoonist, you need to start as a manga assistant, so that they can accumulate more experience and skills.

And the assistants of these cartoonists definitely have to make more preparations than laymen, in which case the quality of the manuscript can be guaranteed.

“Harrison, this damn old bastard, how many times have I reminded him not to draw such a corny plot, not to resurrect the villain, is his head stuffed with shit?”

Jacob raised his head and rubbed his temples, looking a little tired.

It’s no wonder that he is so depressed, you know, the current cartoonists have almost drawn the superhero plot, and the subject matter has almost fallen into a bottleneck.

So they can only exchange new bottles for old wine, repeating the same superhero routine, even if the painting is good, Jacob is a little tired of seeing it.

Seeing this, Jacob, who sighed, could not do anything, so he had to put down the manuscript in his hand and review the next work.

“Huh? Whose manga is this? ”

At some point, there was suddenly an extra drawing on his desk, and Jacob thought about it, it seemed that his assistant had just put it in.

Curiously, Jacob picked up the manuscript, opened the first page, and saw a ruined city.

“What’s the situation?” It was the first time Jacob had seen such a special beginning, and the city had already been destroyed at the opening, “Is this to be drawn in flashbacks?” ”

To be honest, the beginning of this comic has successfully aroused Jacob’s curiosity.

But what attracted him was not only this peculiar beginning, but most importantly, the storyboard and painting style of this original manuscript.

From Jacob’s professional perspective, the author of this manga is definitely a master cartoonist.

Plots aside, this original alone gives Jacob reason to continue reading.