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

One thing that Mike never expected was that the person in charge of the factory was a human in a white coat. He sat down on the ground in horror and said, "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'm a human, don't kill me..."

"Human... don't be afraid, I won't kill you."

Mike took out Lisa's photo, "Is this girl here? It was delivered about two weeks ago."

The white coat looked at the photo and said, "I have some impressions, I'll check."

He tapped a few times on the keyboard and listed several documents, and Lisa was among them.

According to the number, Mike quickly found Lisa.

The girl was curled up in the bag, unconscious, and Mike asked, "Is it dangerous to just get people out of the bag?"

The white coat quickly replied: "No, no, she only delivered it two weeks ago."

"Oh, that's nothing else, you can go." Mike said lightly, "Forget it, I'll give you a ride."

The sun wheel knife pierced into the heart of the white coat.

"One-way ticket to hell, free of charge!" Mike sneered: "It's obvious that you are a human being, but you do such a thing, you should be damned! Labor and capital will lie to you, the kind of crawl out of hell to bite me, scumbag, tui!"

A few minutes later, a shirtless Mike walked out of the factory area carefully holding Lisa, his T-shirt covered Lisa.

Mike didn't leave immediately, but walked to a car not far away with a cigarette in his mouth, and knocked on the window.

The car window rolled down, revealing Coulson's slightly embarrassed face.

"Mike, what a coincidence." Coulson greeted.

"Yeah, it's a coincidence. I met you by chance in the blood thorns. You are everywhere." Mike said mockingly, pointing to the factory, "I will leave the follow-up to you, no problem."

Coulson said: "No problem."

After a few commands into the walkie-talkie, a team of agents filed out from the back of the van, fully armed and marched towards the factory.

Mike said: "I'm not interested in S.H.I.E.L.D., stop playing the game of tracking and monitoring."

SHIELD?

Snake Shield!

Coulson smiled stiffly.

Mike drives Lisa back to her Upper East Side home.The Bankses wept with joy, and they were all grateful to Mike.Mrs. Banks again contributes Soul Energy +1.

It was already midnight when I got home.

It's not good to stay up late...so stay up all night.

Turn on your phone.

Prioritized to return the information of a few female friends, after all, we have communicated in depth, and the special treatment is not too much.

Then I saw the message of Fat Jerry's resentment: [Why didn't you order with me, is there another supplier outside? 】

Mike patiently replied with a word: [Get out! 】

Bloodthorn cleared the board.

Deacon Firth had a gloomy face, and his whole family was taken away, including his girlfriend, how could he be happy.

Sansa was the only one who knew exactly what happened in the box. After asking what happened and making a sketch of Mike, a furious Dickon grabbed Sansa, hugged her neck and gnawed her flesh and blood.

"One by one... How dare you be an inferior race!"

Dickon threw the dead Sansa aside, pointed to Mike's portrait, and said to his confidant Quinn: "In three days, find him at all costs."

With a population of 800 million in New York, how can you find someone with a portrait?

How is it different from finding a needle in a haystack?

However, facing the exposed Dickon, how dare Quinn say "no"?

Chapter 10: Wealth Code

Deacon Firth's rage was within Mike's expectation. In order to find Mike, maybe Deacon would go to the Banks family. The probability is not high, but there is.So Mike leaves Deacon with a clue.

Fainted?

nonexistent.

Killing the bartender wasn't for the sake of silence. The bartender had tattoos of the Hagui clan on his mouth, right? Mike just simply felt that the Hagui clan didn't deserve to live in this world.Mike usually doesn't bother to care about it. If he encounters one, he kills one by one, so it's considered a good deed.

Coulson reported to Nick Fury what Mike had done, including Mike's attitude towards S.H.I.E.L.D.

Looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, Nick said emotionally: "Snowflakes eventually fall on the silt, but when they fall, they are pure white."

Coulson: ...

What do you mean?

Bullshit!

Three days passed, with no new commissions, and Mike resumed his Playboy routine.

At around four o'clock in the afternoon, Mike went downstairs with a Latin-style beauty in his arms.

Have you experienced the integration of Latin dance movements into life harmony technology?

Mike said with emotion: "The city can play."

Almost couldn't get out of bed.

Chloe lay on the counter, biting the end of her pen, muttering: "It's too difficult, it's so difficult..."

Mike glanced at it, single digit multiplication and division...

Hehe, elementary school scum.

A sense of inner satisfaction arises spontaneously.

Old Earl understood Mike's mental activities, and his oversized white eyeballs rolled over.

As thick-skinned as Mike, he ignored it directly.

"Goodbye, my baby."

Mike sends the Latina to the door and puts him in a taxi.Reluctantly, the Latin beauty pointed to the phone after blowing a kiss, reminding Mike to contact her.

Mike goes back to the house.

Old Earl gave Mike a thumbs up: "Half the demeanor of my youth."

Mike said modestly: "Being shameless, you are a real senior."

The two chatted for a while.

The tip of the pen was bitten by Chloe, and Mike couldn't stand it any longer, and said to Old Earl, "Why don't you go to tutor me?"

Old Earl said with rare embarrassment: "Multiplication and division in the third grade are too difficult!"

Mike almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

WTF!

Single-digit multiplication and division is a third-grade subject?

too difficult?

Old Earl immediately said loudly: "Little Chloe just missed too much homework. I believe that little Chloe will be able to do it!"

Chloe puffed up her cheeks and clenched her fists to cheer, like a cute little hamster.

In 1989, the American Association of Mathematics Teachers canceled all parts of mathematics that required memorization, and the first knee of the ninety-nine multiplication table was shot.

There is no ninety-nine multiplication, and the slag of the American primary school said that multiplication is too abstract.

After doing homework for a while, Chloe consciously wiped the floor.If all the employees are so hardworking, why don't the boss worry about getting rich.

Fat Jerry called.

"Hey, talk quickly if you have something to say, fart quickly if you have something to say, I'm busy."

Busy in the sun!

Fat Jerry's tone was very serious: "Vampires are looking for you like crazy, what have you done to them!"

"There's a vampire who claims to be Deacon Firth's girlfriend, kill him. There's a vampire factory in Hell's Kitchen, take it." Mike replied casually, "That's it."

"Ferth is the lunatic among vampires, you have stabbed a big basket. There is a bounty of [-] dollars for valuable information, and a bounty of [-] dollars for the hiding place. The eyes of the bounty hunters are green. You are done. ’” Fat Jerry gloated.

"You're not going to sell me, are you?" Mike asked.

"how is this possible!"

Fat Jerry was furious, and the table slapped loudly, "You are insulting my personality, I apologize, I must apologize!"

"sorry."

Mike said simply: "I shouldn't insult what you don't have, I was wrong, I apologize!"

"Uh...it feels weird."

"Don't pay attention to those details."

As he said that, an idea was born in Mike's mind, and then it got out of hand. He thought for a while and said, "If we continue to search like this, we will be exposed sooner or later. Fat Jerry... I said, can we earn this money ourselves?"

Fat Jerry was stunned for a moment, and said loudly, "Mike! You are so crazy...and a genius, that's great! You can find a few people to provide valuable clues and make a small fortune."

Mike went on to say, "Then sell my hiding place for $[-]!"

Fat Jerry was stunned again, "Isn't this dangerous? Don't play it off..."

Mike patted his chest and assured: "Don't worry, I'm sure."

Fat Jerry said solemnly: "Disgusting is disgusting. Vampires can reproduce to this day. There are indeed two brushes. Don't underestimate them."

Mike: "I have a sense of proportion. If I can't stand it, I will go out of the city and hide for a while."

"Ok."

The two discussed the plan, and Fat Jerry would find someone to implement it, and the money earned would be split [-]-[-].

Finally Fat Jerry sent a picture to Mike.

"What's this?"

"Your reward portrait."