Video Bloggers in Meiman

They were speeding on the road, and the pedestrians along the way looked at the open-top police car in amazement. Just as they raised their mobile phones to upload the video to the tubing, they saw the monsters chasing away.

For a while, videos of monsters appeared on major video platforms, and some lucky people with good angles even photographed the shield in Steve's hand.

The police car finally drove to a commercial block, and suddenly a huge advertising screen in a shopping mall shook, followed by a huge head.

That head is three times the size of an ordinary person, and other parts are no different from ordinary people, so it looks very strange.

In the commercial street, people came and went, and it was very lively. After seeing this change, people stopped and looked at the big-headed man on the big screen curiously.

"parking!"

The big-headed man on the screen pointed to the car that Zhang Ming and the others were driving over and said that the sound was transmitted to every corner of the commercial street through the loudspeaker.

"I planted bombs in every corner of the commercial block, and if you get any closer, everyone on this street will die."

Charles slammed on the brakes, and the police car stopped in front of the commercial street, unable to move forward half a step.

Zhang Ming looked at the big-headed man on the big screen, the more he looked, the more familiar he became, and finally he remembered the identity of the other party.

He's Mr. Blue, Samuel Stern!

When Bronsky turned into hatred, he accidentally knocked Samuel flying and knocked over the container carrying Hulk's blood, but it happened that Samuel's head was smashed, and Hulk's blood flowed into the wound, turning him into a bloodbath. became like this.

Samuel is called the big boss in Marvel's comics plot, and is a villain known for his wisdom, but he should not appear in the movie plot...

He thought of the world twist now marked as 1 o'clock, and sighed helplessly.

"Superpowers, Zhang Ming; Captain America, Steve Rogers, and... a heroic police officer. You guys are really good, I didn't expect you to be here so soon - although I didn't plan to Hide your identity."

Samuel, no, the big boss bowed slightly to them with a very gentlemanly manner, and called out their identities in turn.

Charles, the only one who wasn't called by his name, fiddled with his badge in disgust.

Pedestrians on the commercial street did not know what was wrong, but some had begun to leave quietly.

"Oh, those over there, although I'm sorry, I ask you to stay a little longer."

Monsters jumped out from the corners, blocking all exits in the street.

The boss took out a bomb remote.

"I'm not like that idiot in Bronsky, I don't want to hurt anyone, but as a scientist, I need enough money to support my research, so I notified the TV station and told them there was going to be a terrorist event here."

There was the sound of a helicopter in the sky, the hatch opened, and a reporter was reporting in real time to the camera.The big boss smiled and pressed the detonation button. There was a sudden explosion in a building, the glass shattered, and the flames spread upward from the window.

The reporters sent images of explosions and monsters to every corner of the world.

"I'm a credit person, and below is my bank account."

A series of numbers appeared at the bottom of the screen, and there was also a small window, which was playing the picture of the monster fighting with Zhang Ming.

The big boss continued: "You should have seen the power of these monsters, and there may be a gap between them and these 'heroes', but I can mass-produce them, as long as I have money, I can do as much as I want.

If you are interested in these monsters, you can send me money and leave your contact information. The organization with the highest amount of money will give you the technology to make monsters. "

"Cut off the live broadcast signal!" Zhang Ming shouted to the communication channel.

No need for Zhang Ming to say that S.H.I.E.L.D. has already responded. With the commercial street as the center, all electronic signals within a three-kilometer range were screened, but it was too late, and all major organizations received the information.

"If someone is really hurt by me, please rest assured that your sacrifice is for the development of mankind and is meaningful."

The big boss smiled and said, "Then let's get started now! Oh, by the way, no institution should try to freeze this bank account, otherwise—"

He shook the detonator.

On the last working day, chat, drink milk tea, and brush Zhihu.

Chapter 38 Upstairs and Downstairs (Happy Birthday to the Motherland~)

There is only a white wall behind the big boss, and there are no items that can distinguish the place. If it weren't for Moira's reverse tracking technology, it would not even be possible to determine whether he was remotely controlled by video signals.

The screen shows the bank account and account balance provided by the big boss, which is still zero.

Suddenly, the amount jumped, and it rose by [-] million US dollars.

"Ten million is not a small amount, thank you for your generosity, remember to note your contact information. Since you are the first investor who chooses to trust me, if you become my collaborator, after everything is over, I will Will share more technical information with you.”

With the first person, the subsequent "capital injection" becomes simple, as if money is not money, the fund pool on the screen grows at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Is the money so good now..." Charles Panasonic with weak shoulders.

Facing the threat of terrorists, he doesn't understand why some people choose to trust and cooperate. Can't they see that this guy is a lunatic?

Steve frowned and said, "Because it's not their money at all, it certainly doesn't hurt that taxpayers' money is spent."

He pressed the communicator and said to Coulson, "Don't tell me, there are SHIELD funds in there too."

"We're not going to do this stupid thing," Coulson explained quickly.

Zhang Ming has been sitting in the co-pilot without speaking, and the scene in front of him seems familiar.

If you ignore the bombs and monsters hidden in every corner of the commercial street, what the big boss is doing now is to make money by live broadcasting:

"Thank you for a plane presented by the U.S. military!"

"Old irons, the rich rockets will be promoted! The poor ones will be 666! I thank the boss!"