A Certain Marvel Super Player

This time it was a happy event.

Norman Osborn did not see General Thaddeus Ross of the military withdrawing funds from Osborne Biotech. Even before leaving, General Ross said that he would arrange some matters related to human experiments.

The federal recruitment of human subjects for experimentation costs at least two thousand dollars each time. In the East, in the Curry Country, you can find a test subject for only ten dollars, and there are even discounts for large quantities.

so.

In recent years, local capitalists in the Federation have not chosen to let their own people participate in drug experiments, not because they suddenly have a conscience, but because local people are too expensive and can easily cause legal disputes, but in Curry Country, the cost of a local person You can hire two hundred test subjects. Capitalists are not kind-hearted. There are cheap ones, so why bother using expensive ones?

Anyway, the Curry Country did not regard those experimental subjects as human beings, and they had no psychological burden.

And the members of Dr. Connors' experimental team were happy, too.

Got money.

Finally, he could buy whatever equipment he wanted, including various chromatographs. Dr. Connors couldn't wait to place an order for five units.

Gwen was happy too.

After all, helping others is always a happy thing.

so……

This is a happy story.

wrong.

Someone is definitely unhappy.

Dr. Mendel Schim would definitely not be happy. After all, the human enhancement project is a joint venture between Osborne Biotechnology and the military. And with the strong sponsorship of the military over the years, Dr. Mendel Schim Progress in human body augmentation engineering was slow. At that time, a lot of things were done in the field of physics, such as aircraft.

at the moment?

The military has stopped sponsoring it. Can Dr. Mendel Schim, who has always spent money freely, be happy? The most important thing is that he almost caused Osborne Bio to lose its military background. If not At the critical moment, Gwen appeared in time to turn the tide, keeping the military sponsorship in the Osborne creature, and even changed Norman Osborne to General Ross's partner. I'm afraid, Norman Osborne Even if you kill Dr. Shim, your hatred will not be relieved.

However, it is also hanging.

Scientists have pride, but, Norman Osborne said, capitalists have butcher's knives!

Frankly speaking, if someone calls the police tomorrow and reports that Dr. Mendel Schim is missing, Locke will not have any psychological fluctuations.

After all, who made this Dr. Shimu almost make the Osborne creature lose its tiger skin of the military?

do not forget.

Norman Osborn is already dying. Over the years, no medicine has been found that can cure him. The only thing that can make Norman Osborne worry about him is the empire he conquered.

really.

the next day.

After Gwen took a shower, she rolled her long hair in a towel and walked down the spiral staircase. She looked at Locke who was sitting on the bar, drinking his first cup of bourbon in the morning and reading the newspaper with a surprised look on his face. : "Dr. Mendel Schim died of a heart attack yesterday in the laboratory. Oh my god, we just saw him yesterday."

My guess was indeed correct.

Norman Osborne is a tiger that is about to die of illness, but you must know that the dying tiger is the most terrifying.

Locke thought in his mind and raised his head: "Really?"

Gwen hummed, sat on the high stool opposite, and turned over her phone: "Look, someone is sending pictures to the work group, and people from the police station have sealed off Dr. Shim's laboratory."

Said.

Gwen shook her head and said, "No, I want to ask dad."

Locke raised his eyebrows, but before he could say anything, Gwen had already called George directly, and then, wearing pajamas, walked directly towards the terrace.

after awhile.

Gwen came back and stuck out her tongue, which was cute.

Locke said: "George is too busy?"

Gwen looked up: "Did you eavesdrop?"

Locke smiled.

"Kingpin, the so-called gang emperor of New York City, has died. The entire New York City... no, the gangs on the entire East Coast are competing to see who will succeed Kingpin. New York City at night is probably as lively as an amusement park. You Didn’t you hear the whining sounds from everywhere at night?”

"……No."

Gwen blinked, sat down again, shook his head and said, "I didn't hear anything, I just felt like it was morning when I woke up."

That's right.

Locke saw this and said secretly.

Last night, he worked overtime.

One sentence.

He said that whoever dared to touch a hair of Gwen, even if he had such an idea, would be buried with the other ten clans.

Locke means what he says.

so……

Bullseye Lester's ten tribes were completely wiped out last night.

fine.

Bullseye Lester's ten tribes, the farthest one, are only two hundred kilometers away from New York City. Locke went to work overtime at about two o'clock in the night. After he raised his sword and killed the last one, he rushed back. It was almost five o'clock. Then, I washed up quickly, and when I lay in bed again, it was exactly six o'clock.

It's just time to wake up.

As for why Gwen didn't notice?

Switching the witch state, the magic of giving a wonderful dream will not only make Gwen unaware, but also make Gwen wake up in high spirits.

Gwen blinked and was silent for a while: "Then let's not go out at night recently."

It's too dangerous outside.

Locke shrugged and said, "We don't have much entertainment at night."

If she wants to have entertainment activities, she still has to wait until she is twenty-one years old. At that time, the corrupt life of capital society will completely open her thighs that have been reserved for twenty-one years.

Gwen nodded and walked upstairs: "I'll wash the dirty clothes. Cindy will come over later. Remember to open the door for Cindy."

Locke looked at Gwen's back walking up the stairs, smiled and said, "Okay."

No need to adjust and integrate.

In one day, Gwen and Locke have gotten along very well, and Gwen has automatically assumed the role of hostess.

Laundry room.

After blow-drying her hair, Gwen carried the dirty clothes basket to the laundry room, ready to throw the clothes in for cleaning and automatic drying. By the time she came back from shopping, the clothes would be almost dry.

"Huh?"

Gwen opened the washing machine and threw her and Locke's jackets in. The tip of her nose wrinkled. Then she took it back and looked at Locke's suit jacket in her hand: "Why did you throw the suit in again?"

Handmade suits cannot be washed in a washing machine. They are all cleaned by the dry cleaners. At least, this is how George's handmade suits are made.

But Locke seems to ignore it and throws it into the washing machine when it gets dirty.

Gwen was originally curious as to why Locke wore a suit all day long. The suit never wrinkled or smelled bad, but she didn't have the nerve to ask. When she went to the cloakroom to tidy up last night to make room for her clothes, she opened the That clothes rail...

Good guy.

Gwen was completely shocked when she looked at the suits one after another, brand new and hand-made, one set a day, enough for Locke to replace a month's worth of suits.

She seriously suspected that Locke was wearing the handmade suit as disposable underwear.

Such a waste.

Just keep it, dry clean it, give it to dad.

With this thought in her mind, Gwen opened the washing machine, and then folded Gwen's suit jacket, pants, and shirt, preparing to throw them at the dry cleaners when she and Cindy went shopping.

at this time.

"What's this?"

When Gwen was adjusting Roxy's pants, she blinked and looked at the dark red stain that seemed to be on the trousers. Before it reached the tip of her nose, she seemed to understand what it was: "Blood?"

After the trousers reached the tip of her nose, Gwen was even more sure.

This is blood.

"But……"

Gwen sniffed again, confirmed it, and frowned: "How come Locke's trousers are stained with blood?"

She didn't find Locke injured anywhere.

Could it be that I accidentally glued it on yesterday when I was in the laboratory?

Gwen thought in her mind, tested it with her hands, and then shook her head. If it was yesterday, even the blood should have solidified by this time.

So what is this?

Gwen walked out of the laundry room holding the clothes, then walked down with the clothes, and said to Locke downstairs: "Locke, where is the medicine box at home?"

Locke looked up: "Medicine kit?"

Gwen hummed.

Locke looked at Gwen who came down and hugged his suit. He was slightly startled, then shook his head and said: "Gwen, I thought you were joking last night. You didn't really plan to give the clothes to George. You did this." , it won’t increase the friendship between me and George, it will only deepen George’s opinion of me. Even if you want to give it away, get a new set, not the old one.”

This would be giving George the clothes he wore.

Locke didn't need to think about it at all, he could conclude that George would go crazy. Maybe he would be relieved at the beginning, but after he was relieved, the anger would pour into him.

Gwen gave Locke a white smile: "I was just joking. There are blood stains on your trousers, let me take a look."

Locke raised his eyebrows: "Blood stains?"

Gwen hummed, opened her trousers, and looked at Locke: "Look, isn't it?"

Locke looked down.

Shet.

It must have been accidentally spilled last night.

There was nothing I could do, it was all covered in blood. Even though I was very careful, this kind of thing was still inevitable.

Locke thought to himself, leaned closer and took a sniff: "It's true, damn Chester."

Gwen blinked: "Mr. Chester?"

Locke sat down again, smiled and said: "Didn't I go down last night?"

Gwen nodded: "Didn't you say you were going to buy pizza?"

Locke hummed. He actually bought pizza to receive the information. Otherwise, he would have worked overtime last night: "When I came out, I happened to see Chester, that guy's backup. There is blood in the box, give me a big steak and ask me to bring it up, it must have been accidentally contaminated at that time."

Gwen blinked: "...Is that so?"

Locke nodded.

"Definitely, that damn Chester!"

"..."