Marvel: I have a serious mental illness

Inside the dark prison.

Tony sat on the ground, his eyes were solemn, his face was expressionless, and he stared blankly at the burning flame in front of him.

Yin Sen slowly walked over from behind Tony, and slowly said: "Stark, the military must be looking for you, but in these mountains, the military must not be able to find you. In the image shown on the screen, there is only one mountain range."

At this moment, Tony Stark, who was facing the fire and thinking about the meaning of life, didn't have the time to talk to Yin Sen, and he didn't want to answer anything.

Seeing this, Yin Sen slowly sat in front of Tony Stark, stared into his eyes, and continued: "Stark, everything you just saw is your legacy."

"The hard work of your life is now in the hands of those murderers. Do you want to die like this?"

"Is this the last resistance of the great Tony Stark? Or do you want to find a way..."

After hearing this, Tony replied blankly: "It's useless for me to do anything now. It's useless. They will kill you and me anyway. Even if they don't, I probably won't survive a week..."

Yin Sen sighed and said with a smile: "Then, this week is very important to you! Stark, you have to do something... Even if you don't do anything, you have to leave something... "

"Aren't there people who are important to you? Leave something to say to them, or maybe you can perform a miracle and survive this week?"

Hearing this, Tony's eyes regained their color, and he frowned fiercely. He remembered that sweet dream again.

He thought of Potts in that dream, and he thought of the little angel in that dream, Morgan Stark.

He also thought of Zhou Ran.

In Tony's mind, the huge ark reactor also appeared again.

He took a deep breath, looked at Yin Sen, and said slowly, "I want to see them, I need something..."

When Yin Sen heard this, a smile appeared on his face. He nodded, stood up, and began to call the terrorists in charge of the guards.

Following Yin Sen's call, terrorists soon came in.

Then the whole gang of terrorists went into action.

Yin Sen began to translate Tony Stark's words.

Tony Stark said blankly what he needed, and began to direct the terrorists.

"If this is going to be my workstation, I need to be well lit, put this up..."

"I need welding tools, both acetylene and propane..."

"I need a welding bench, helmet, goggles..."

"I still need a melting cup, two sets of precision tools..."

"..."

"..."

……

It's getting dark in Afghanistan.

The sky in New York is also a little bit brighter.

At this moment, in the office of the vice president of Stark Tower.

Zhou Ran is on the phone with Jin Bing.

Sure enough, as he expected, Jin Bing still called him.

"Hey, Mr. Jake, I've reconsidered the matter about Insis No. 1. My tone was not very good that day. How about we not talk about it again?"

"The time and place are up to you this time. I, Wilson, will go to you in person this time. There will be absolutely no delay..."

In an abandoned warehouse in Hell's Kitchen, Jin He was sitting on the sofa at the moment, holding a phone in his right hand and shaking a red wine glass in his left hand, and said with a smile.

His left hand, which he stabbed himself yesterday, has fully recovered now, and he feels full of strength all over his body, and his strength seems to have increased a lot.

He just killed twenty sacks used for training, and those sacks were lying motionless on the ground at this moment.

This Insis No. 1, he is bound to win the gold medal, and there seems to be something in it that can make him stronger.

No matter how high the price is, Jin Bing is willing to do it. Things that can make him stronger are good things.

Jin Bin has a deep understanding of the relationship between giving up and gaining, gain and loss.

After hearing this, Zhou Ran smiled and said, "Okay, Mr. Wilson, we will meet at Stark Industries at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

"I hope you can give me a good answer!"

After all, Zhou Ran smiled and hung up the phone.

After this meeting tomorrow, he can give Jarvis' clone to Jin Bin.

This latest conceptual mobile phone, Jin Bing will definitely love it, and will definitely keep it. Zhou Ran believes that no one will refuse the temptation of a smart phone.

Because no one has seen this kind of thing yet, only he knows what a smart phone is, and the huge wealth that this thing can create in the future.

Zhou Ran took a deep breath and continued to process the documents he needed to deal with today. Tony was attacked, but Stark Industries still has a lot of things to do.

While he was dealing with the things in hand, he was also quietly waiting for Obadiah's board meeting.

Zhou Ran refused Poz's request to act as an interim chairman for the chairman's meeting yesterday, and gave a very good reason.

He hoped that in today's meeting, Potts would not bring up this crazy idea again, so that he would not attract Obadiah's hostility.

Although Zhou Ran considered killing Obadiah yesterday, he still denied this idea.

Because, the nine-year compulsory education he had received in his bones did not allow him to do such inhuman things, he was not allowed to do such bad things, and he was not allowed to do such evil things.

Zhou Ran has also seen some classic cases, most of which are about two things.

For the first murder, if there is the first time, there will be the second time, and there will be countless times.

The second thing about murder, no matter how well you hide it and how thoroughly you destroy the evidence, there will always be a day when it will be exposed.

Killing people is not a right way, the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life, Zhou Ran doesn't want to destroy the good three views that he has built up over the years, nor does he want to destroy the image that he has built up over the years.

It was ridiculous that the idol of young people in New York was a murderer.

……

On the other side, when Jin He heard Zhou Ran hang up the phone, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he threw the phone into the sulfuric acid bucket beside him.

Jin Bin smiled and clapped his hands, and with the bullseye in his hand at the door, he walked slowly into the abandoned warehouse.

Jin Bin looked at Bullseye, smiled and asked, "Bullseye, Hell's Kitchen, how is the investigation going on with regard to the explosion in the abandoned warehouse on 39th Street?"

"No one has ever had a private fight without my permission... Which restless gangster is this explosion?"

Bullseye shook his head when he heard the words, and said, "Boss, I investigated all the gangsters, and all the gangsters said that they never participated in this matter. I have used extremely cruel methods, but they still say no."

"I taught them a little lesson and cut off the thumbs of their leaders. Now these leaders should have changed in half..."

"However, boss, I didn't dare to continue investigating this matter. A group of mysterious heavily armed people took over there. They should be some mysterious agents..."

After hearing this, Jin Bing smiled and said, "Bullseye, you did the right thing. You did the right thing. I am very satisfied. We are a gangster, but we want to be a gangster with an IQ."

"Where there are police investigations and special agents investigations, we have to hide far away. It's not good to be stared at by these annoying flies. It is impossible for us to do everything without leaving a trace .”

"There will always be some clues left in the world, so we should be more cautious."

Jin Bin paused, and continued to ask: "By the way, who did the massacre of 300 people? Is there any clue about this matter?"

Bullseye shook his head and said, "Boss, I haven't found any clues about this matter, but judging from his killing methods, this should be our old opponent."

"It's still the enemy code-named Satan. His method of killing is still as brutal as ever. There is no complete body, and the spine is pulled out. This is his most classic method of killing."

"He seems to have a time limit for killing, never more than one night, and he doesn't kill often, and the killings are all random... He seems to only kill when he falls into a state of madness."

"But the good news is that Satan has never sabotaged our deal, and he doesn't seem to be an enemy we have to get rid of, far less damage than Daredevil."

Jin Bin nodded, looked at Bullseye, and asked, "Bullseye, can you beat him?"

Bullseye took a deep breath and said, "Boss, we haven't fought each other before, and I don't know too well! I'm not sure I'll win a head-to-head fight, but if it's an assassination, no one can survive from Bullseye's grasp." .”

After hearing this, Jin Bing smiled, stretched out his hand and patted Bullseye on the shoulder, and said: "Bullseye, who hits the target all the time, no one can survive your assassination, I really believe in your assassination ability, I have never doubted this thing."

"By the way, is there any news about that lunatic clown recently? He recruited a lot of people last time, and he didn't listen to me very much. He always led the lunatics who believed in him, and caused a lot of damage to our secret transactions. A lot of damage."

"Last time, he also destroyed a large drug factory of mine, and even left a letter saying that all this is for happiness!"

"He's a complete lunatic, Bullseye, have you found his hiding place yet?"

After Bullseye heard this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said, "Boss, the clown hasn't shown up for a long time, I suspect that this lunatic is dead...you know, if that lunatic is not dead, we won't be here these days." It will be so peaceful."

"Because we don't know what the lunatic is thinking every day, and every bizarre idea he has will cause a lot of damage to the transactions in the underground world..."

Jin Bing heard this, smiled, and said: "This is really a very happy thing, as you said, the lunatic clown should really die.

"I said a long time ago that a lunatic like that doesn't live long. How can a lunatic understand the rules of the world?"

"Sooner or later, he will be crushed by the rules of this world. The rules of the above-ground world will crush him, and the rules of the underground world will crush him."

"Because aliens cannot survive in this world, and this world does not allow aliens like clowns to live!"

Chapter 110 Six: Jerome Reappears in Hell's Kitchen, Beverage Merchant

Jin Bin smiled, looked at Bullseye, and continued to ask: "By the way, Bullseye, are there any newcomers active in Hell's Kitchen recently? It's those vigilantes who are doing justice for the sky, or those newcomers who want to dominate Newcomer."

After hearing this, Bullseye opened his mouth slowly and said, "Boss, there are no vigilantes or rookies who want to dominate."

"However, a very strange person came to Hell's Kitchen recently. I don't know exactly what kind of person he is?"

"He didn't know where he heard about me. He took the initiative to ask someone to find me and asked me to send a message to the boss. He said that he wanted to do business here. His name is Jerome!"

Hearing this, Jin Bing laughed loudly, and said, "Hahaha... this Jerome, he is a person who knows the general situation, and he knows to take the initiative to find Jin Bing?"

"Bullseye, what kind of business does he want to do? Porn, gambling, drugs... Which one is he going to do? You know, there are not many people who are so smart now... I, Jin Bin, like this kind of smart people!"

There was a smile on the corner of Bullseye's mouth, and he slowly said: "Boss, this smart man named Jerome, he wants to sell drinks. He sells drinks in Hell's Kitchen. It's just a simple drink, a green drink..."

"However, boss, that drink tastes really good, Jerome gave it a name, smile!"

"Boss, do you want to try it? I bought two bottles this morning..."

Bullseye took out two glass bottles from his bosom. The glass bottles were filled with a green transparent liquid. When exposed to the sun, they emitted an incomparably bewitching color, which was very eye-catching and very eye-catching.

Listening to Bullseye's words, Jin Bin was full of curiosity, buying Hell's Kitchen and selling drinks, this is really a strange person.

He took the green drink from Bullseye with his big hand, unscrewed it lightly, then raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking Smile, Jin Bing also showed a smile on his face. After he closed his eyes and savored the taste of the drink carefully, he opened his eyes suddenly and said, "Bullseye, give me your bottle too." Me, I allowed this man Jerome to sell drinks in Hell's Kitchen, and this drink is really good."

After Bullseye heard this, there was a trace of reluctance in his eyes, and he handed the smile in his hand to Jin Bing.

Jin took another sip of Smile and said with a smile: "Jerome will become a special case in Hell's Kitchen, a freak who comes to Hell's Kitchen to sell drinks."

"However, Bullseye, the drink is sold for sale, but the tax paid to Jin Bin must not be less!"

"Also, Bullseye, go secretly test the composition of the smile to see if there are any drugs added in it, such as hallucinogens. I think this smile seems to be a new type of drug."

Bullseye nodded and said, "Boss, I will pass on the message, and I will submit this smile for inspection."

Jin Bin nodded, closed his eyes, and asked after thinking about the drink.

Jerome's drink is really a miraculous drink, and Jin has a hunch that this drink will definitely sell well.

After drinking smile, Jin Bin actually experienced the long-lost happiness. It seemed that his dead lover Vanessa appeared in front of his eyes. Vanessa stretched out her hands to him, wanting to hug him.

……

Hell's Kitchen.

On 40th Street, a beverage store is starting to sell beverages.

Jerome was wearing a red suit, with a big smile on his face, and he was selling his carefully developed drink, smile.

There was a long queue outside the beverage store.

Every guest who took the drink showed a smile on his face, stretched out his thumb, and praised Jerome: "Jerome, your drink is really delicious, but can't you make more? Why can one person only buy two bottles?"

Jerome always answered this question with a smile: "That's not okay, you know, I don't have that many drinks, two bottles for one person is already a lot, if you buy a few more If there is a bottle, many people will not be able to drink it."

"As a beverage merchant, I need to let more people drink delicious beverages."

But when Jerome answered in this way, some guests immediately asked new questions with a smile: "Jerome, why don't you produce more? Your drinks are so delicious, they will definitely sell well, every day Can't sell enough..."

After hearing such questions from the guests, Jerome always replied with a smile on his face: "I'm really sorry, I really don't have enough energy alone, and I'm the only one who is currently making these drinks .”

"I make every bottle of smile by myself! Otherwise, how could it be so delicious? Therefore, there are only so many bottles produced every day."

After listening to Jerome's answer, not all the guests will be satisfied. Some very dissatisfied guests will frown and ask: "Then you can recruit more workers and open a beverage factory! No If you want money, you can go for a loan, whether it's the government or the gang, they will lend it to you!"