People Are in Marvel, and the System is Working As a Worker

"Uh..." Mike said helplessly: "It means that he has a bigger goal, such as having sex every day. In Yangjian's terms, he wants a stable relationship between male and female friends. So Ziren should be in a hurry."

"By the way, after I go downstairs, you go to the window and watch me drive away until you can't see me, like a girl in love, understand?"

"Understood, long-winded, hurry up and get out."

According to what Mike said, Jessica watched the apple green Lamborghini leave, slightly distracted.

"Driving the stew in a Lamborghini, you can be on the bloody list in front of you." Mike grinned.

Suddenly, someone rushed out of the curb and stopped in front of the car.

Mike jerked the steering wheel.

The sports car lost control in an instant, drifted on the cement road for two laps, left black tire marks, and finally stopped barely on the side of the road.

The door is open.

Mike walked down sullenly.

The man standing in the middle of the road reeked of alcohol and was speaking indistinctly.

A figure with carefully styled hair and a purple suit stepped out from the shadow of the building.

It is the purple man.

The alcoholic rushed out of the road under his control in order to force Mike to stop.

"No one can take Jessica from me, no one! Jessica is mine." The purple man approached Mike and said, "Damn you! But don't worry, I won't let you die too easily..."

Snapped!

With his back to the purple man, Mark turned around and slapped the purple man.

The purple man was dumbfounded.

Why was Mike not controlled?

"What the hell is Laozi's new car, if it crashes, you will pay for it!"

Snapped!

Another slap.

"Three nights approaching people from behind, people are scary, scary to death!"

Snapped!

"With such a powerful ability, if you don't control the president of the United States to start a world war, and don't control Tony Stark to transfer money, you can use it to bully girls. Are you worthy of your superpower?"

Snapped!

"I just want to hit you, I don't want to think about the reason."

Wow!

The purple man spit out a mouthful of blood, mixed with a bunch of teeth.

The bad news is, the tooth fell out.

The good news is, you don't have to worry about cavities anymore.

Mike kicked the purple man away, and at the same time threw a kunai, which stuck in the purple man's chest.

Mike walked over slowly, looked down condescendingly, and stepped on the struggling purple man.

"Do you want to talk, but you have difficulty breathing, chest pain, and hemoptysis? Don't worry, this is a traumatic pneumothorax. Ordinary traumatic pneumothorax, as long as you rescue it in time, you won't die. Unless it happens to be injured on the pulmonary artery. You guessed it, Kunai Could it be pinching the pulmonary artery?"

"Oh, it seems to be a bit of a coincidence. Now I want to pull Kunai up, it will be very painful, bear with it... There is a little boy who was only six years old and was shot in the same part."

puff!

Blood splattered.

"Guess again, will you die from excessive blood loss, or will you die of suffocation due to internal bleeding blocking the trachea?"

"You..." The purple man opened his mouth with difficulty, but couldn't say anything.

Mike continued: "You shouldn't choose such a secluded street to do it, no one will control you, no one will take you as a hostage..."

Many gangsters looked here from a distance and saw the apple-green Lamborghini parked on the side of the road. Greed flashed in their eyes, but no one dared to approach it.

"You must be wondering why I'm out of control..." Mike suddenly stopped talking.

The purple man lying on the ground turned blue, and his eyes had lost the look of life.

"Looks like he died of asphyxiation."

"There are a lot of thieves today, but it's still not clear enough."

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Chapter 93: "Scavenger" Coulson

"Hello, Phil, good evening."

no respond.

Just when Mike thought the phone was being hung up, Coulson said in a low voice, "Mike, you speak in such a tone, to be honest...I'm very hypocritical."

"What's the matter, I won't hurt you. I'm not that kind of person. You understand me. This time is a good thing. I have a gift for you."

"What kind of gift, isn't it the kind of gift that blows up the whole block to the sky with a 'boom'?" Coulson sneered, because he understood your ignorance.

"how is this possible!"

"call!"

Just as Coulson was breathing a sigh of relief, Mike continued: "It's just a corpse..."

"Uh!"

"...There is a special virus on the corpse."

"Gah!"

Coulson almost drew it directly.

Viruses are even more terrifying! ! !

"Can you finish one sentence at a time, I'm about to have a heart attack from your fright." Coulson's forehead was almost bursting with veins, "Also, what kind of gift is a corpse?!"

"Oh……"

Next, Mike gave a brief description of the Purple Man and his superpowers.

Coulson's eyes turned green.

The purple man's ability can be called terrifying. If it can be reverse-engineered and mass-produced...the picture is really terrifying.

It cannot be in the hands of S.H.I.E.L.D., nor can it be in the hands of others.

Mike listened to Coulson breathing gradually.

Just hung up the phone.

hehe~

Reverse research, mass production of purple people...

How can it be that simple.

It's too beautiful.

Human beings have been researching, but the superpowers produced in the laboratory have various defects and various side effects.Most people with serious superpowers are either gifted or have various accidents—exposure to radioactive rays, exposure to chemicals, etc., which are difficult to replicate.

Besides, S.H.I.E.L.D. has researched the purple man's ability, and then what?

Contribute to Hydra's rule of the world and make an indelible contribution?

The reason why S.H.I.E.L.D. was asked to help dispose of the corpse was that Mike couldn't just dump the purple man's corpse on the street.The S.H.I.E.L.D. does things to pull its hips, but its ability to finish and deal with the aftermath is worthy of recognition.

Gangsters like Hell's Kitchen are rampant, naturally spawning many black and gray industries that work for gangsters, and "scavenger" is one of them.They helped dispose of the corpses—either incinerated, or dissolved with concentrated acid, and then cleaned up blood and DNA at the crime scene. They were quite professional, much better than gang members.

"Scavenger" is a professional and refined expression of crime, which can be called a police nightmare.

Not only gangsters have scavenger, one of the services provided by Continental Hotel is "scavenger service".

However, the purple man's body may be potentially dangerous, and it is safer to hand it over to S.H.I.E.L.D.

Not long after, the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. arrived first, and they quickly pulled up the cordon to disperse those gangsters who didn't dare to approach and wanted to eat melons.

In the beginning, these agents were responsible for monitoring Mike, but later there was no need for monitoring. They transformed into the S.H.I.E.L.D. office in Hell's Kitchen, responsible for dealing with matters related to "Troublesome Physique" Mike.Like something like tonight.However, they came in a hurry, and all they could do was keep people away and watch Mike on the phone.

Mike is calling Jessica, telling her that the matter of the purple man is settled, and there is no need to worry about Hope's matter.

Mike gave S.H.I.E.L.D. such a "big gift", so it's reasonable for them to help with Hope's affairs.Ordinary people may not be able to do anything about Hope's exoneration, but for an organization like S.H.I.E.L.D., official channels or side-tracking can do it, and it can be done with a few phone calls and a few favors.

Then Mike heard Jessica's stifled sobs and went numb.

I don't know how to comfort.

Some pain cannot be relieved in a few words.The only thing that can heal real pain is time and long-term company, so Mike can only offer a few general words of comfort.

How to put it, don't care what Jessica thinks, her experience is really miserable-imprisonment, sexual abuse, mental and physical torture, and then control her to kill innocent people, and isolate and oppose the whole world from her.For someone else, he would have had a nervous breakdown.

Sighing, Mike hung up the phone.

At least alive.

Ten minutes later, a helicopter landed near the street.

Coulson files out with agents in bio-suits.He saw Mike smoking a cigarette with his back against the car door.

"Show bag!" Coulson complained.

I don't know if it's the person who complained, or the car.

Probably both.

Mike threw a cigarette in the distance, and Coulson caught it with agility.

Point.

Meimei took a breath.

"I thought you didn't smoke."

"I don't smoke. Smoking is harmful to your health." Coulson threw out his eyes, gave Mike a white look, and said, "Just staying up late and working overtime like this, I may not live until the day I get cancer, don't worry."