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Looking at the mess on the ground, and the approaching sirens could be vaguely heard in the distance, Michel lit a cigarette and asked Zhang Ming, "What are you going to do with him?"

Mike could see that these people were all sent to kill Zhang Ming.

For this problem, Zhang Ming also felt a headache.

The ruthless man is the Winter Soldier, and the instigator behind it is Hydra. Zhang Ming doesn't want to get involved in the plot related to Hydra yet.

Once it is stirred in, with a personality like a hydra dog skin plaster, there will only be two endings in the end:

Either Zhang Ming was killed or Zhang Ming killed the Hydra in S.H.I.E.L.D.

The price was that S.H.I.E.L.D. almost fell apart.

Not yet, the world still needs S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Let's deal with it." Zhang Ming made up his mind.

Accompanied by a gunshot, the miserable life of the Winter Soldier ended.

"Thank you"

Faint gunpowder smoke wafted from the muzzle, and Zhang Ming seemed to hear a man's voice.

"What do you mean by four Brazilian tiles?" Zhang Ming asked.

Michel froze for a moment and said, "This is 'thank you' in Russian."

Zhang Ming bent down and took out a syringe from the corpse, and finally closed the cold man's eyes.

"You're welcome." He said silently in his heart.

After erasing the clues related to them, the four men left the bloody street with handbags full of artworks.

"I have a safe house nearby, we can go there first to avoid the limelight."

Michael continued to play the spirit of the cunning rabbit and the three caves, and everyone nodded in agreement, especially Trevor, who needed to find something to plug the hole in his ass.

Boarded the cruise ship at seven o'clock, and now it's almost three o'clock in the morning after a series of actions.The neighborhood is eerily quiet, with the occasional sound of wild dogs rummaging through trash.

When passing by a [-]-hour convenience store, the group decided to buy some food to end this difficult night with food.

Zhang Ming had eaten on the cruise ship, so he picked out a bottle of cherry-flavored Coke, paid first, and waited at the front desk.

The TV was playing the nightly news.

"...a piece of temporary news."

The beautiful female announcer got the script, was stunned for a few seconds and then said: "The chairman of Stark Industries, Tony Stark, was attacked during the Monaco International Racing Competition and fell into a coma with serious injuries.

According to the police investigation, the attacker is a Russian, Ivan Vanke. The police have issued a wanted warrant, but Ivan has not been found yet..."

Zhang Ming ignored what the female announcer said behind him. He looked at the TV screen, and in the picture was a man in simple armor, who was waving a flashing whip and whipping Tony, who was wearing the Mark armor, non-stop.

Tony was powerless to fight back.

"Shouldn't be..."

In the movie plot, although Tony was suppressed, he wouldn't be pressed to the ground and beaten like this.

Suddenly, a close-up shot fell on Ivan, and Zhang Ming finally saw it clearly.

Ivan Vanke's blood vessels protruded, as if flowing with blue light.

Zhang Ming touched the syringe in his pocket.

Heh, someone is doing something.

Chapter 60 We Are All Violent

At three o'clock in the morning, in a [-]-hour convenience store.

Someone patted Zhang Ming, and Franklin came over with a basket of snacks and instant noodles. He asked, "What are you thinking? I see you've been in a daze for a long time."

Zhang Ming pointed to the TV, and the picture of the news was frozen when Tony was sent to the hospital.

Michael and Trevor also gathered around when they heard the voice, and their expressions gradually became serious.

They didn't know Tony well, but at least they had participated in the siege of the abomination together, and they had a feeling of fighting side by side.And unlike other rich men, Tony didn't put on much airs, and he got along well with Michael and the others in character. Seeing him lying in a hospital bed, unconscious, made them feel very uncomfortable.

The clerk is a middle-aged uncle who likes to gossip. While scanning the barcode, he gloated and said:

"It's really unlucky to be approached by an enemy while racing. With Tony Stark's nature, do you think he slept with that Russian wife? There are no rumors, he changes every day. woman……"

Trevor listened impatiently, staring——

Snapped!

The uncle clerk was taken aback.

Zhang Ming slapped a hundred dollars on the counter and pushed it in front of him.

"Check out, and the rest is a tip. Can you please be quiet for a while?"

No one would feel sorry for Qian, so the uncle clerk obediently kept his mouth shut.

The four men were carrying a few bags, and Trevor looked back at the clerk who was counting the money happily, and asked Zhang Ming, "Why don't you let me beat him up."

"I'm tired enough tonight." Zhang Ming said.