Crossing Marvel: I took over Iron Man

As for tracking Loki's whereabouts, Ye Qingyang has no hope at all. Don't forget that Loki is the god of trickery and is good at seventy-two transformations. This skill is comparable to his cousin's Mystique.

After receiving the location sent by the one-eyed dragon, Ye Qingyang instantly turned into a stream of light and flew away!

At the same time, in a cafe in Brooklyn, Watson and George sat across from each other.

George's face is calm, but anyone who knows him well knows that there are turbulent waves underneath the calm surface.

Watson looked at his old boss. Over the years, he and he had always had a relationship of both teacher and friend, and he also believed in his teacher unconditionally.

George specially asked Watson to come today. George said unhurriedly.

"A new task has been issued from above."

"Bang——"

As soon as he started talking, the coffee cup in Watson's hand hit the table hard. The ceramic coffee cup clashed fiercely with the wooden round table. The sudden sound was particularly harsh in the quiet cafe.

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This startled many people enjoying the quiet leisure time, and they all glared at each other, but neither of them paid attention to the strange looks from others.

Watson was troubled by a series of events in recent days. First, his undercover identity was known to Tony. He was already determined to die. However, Tony was so cunning that he threatened his wife, children, and police status to protect him.

Tiger is on top.

Watson didn't even know why Tony valued him so much. He was just an insignificant undercover agent, and he wasn't a bastard. He wasn't good at assisting the prince in his rise to power.

Besides, the situation within the Zhatian Gang is so complicated. If you make a wrong step, you will be doomed. Once Xiaoqiang comes to power, the only thing waiting for Tiger and himself will be wandering around the world.

I received a call from George today. He wanted to talk about his frustrations. He wanted his master to answer his questions and point out a clear path for him, instead of continuing to give him nonsense tasks.

Watson felt that his chest was blocked and he couldn't swallow, and he couldn't spit it out. He endured the discomfort and said

"What is it this time? What are you going to do? I obviously said last time that as long as Tony dies, I can resume my police identity. I obviously said it was the last time, so why don't you keep your word!"

George did not show too much expression because of Watson's anger. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, took a deep breath, and said

"The plan has changed, and the organization has no choice -"

Watson felt that his chest was about to explode, and his tone of voice rose.

"What a bullshit situation! Tony is dead! Is it wrong for me to want to go back to my original career? You can't just pick my hair out. Is it my fault that Tony is not brought to justice?"

?Now that Tony is dead, I have to blame it on me? Whose idea is this, and who came up with it!"

George's eyes were blurred and he didn't know what he was thinking. Faced with Watson's question, he said lightly

"It's no use asking. There are only three people in the world who know your identity."

Watson sneered in his heart, three people?

Yes, not counting the dead Tony and the living tiger, there are indeed only three people.

"Is it you, Detective, or Director Musk?"

Hearing this, George said with some displeasure

"You rude guy, Director Musk is my friend, is he your friend? What you say is inappropriate. I think you have really turned into a gangster after being in the underworld for more than ten years."

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When Watson heard this, he was angry and funny. In his eyes, I turned into a gangster with no rules!

Is this how superior leaders evaluate a police officer who has been undercover for more than ten years?

At this moment, Watson only felt a little sad. There is nothing more sad than heartbreak. Tony, the gangster leader, could still understand and be moved by his emotions. Although his methods were despicable and cruel, Watson asked himself, if he were in that position, what would he do?

Will he do better than Tony?

He has no answer.

Watson leaned back weakly on the chair and said

"I don't want to continue doing this, please abide by the agreement."

George puffed on the smoke, and the green cigarette smoke filled the air, making the face under the dim light a little hazy.

"Can't do it anymore?"

"Yes, it can't be done."

George nodded and continued to smoke

"Okay, then don't do it. There's no need to do it. Just hand in your resignation letter. Aren't you quite successful in the Zhatian Gang? After handing in your resignation letter, just live your underworld life. Yes, I guess so.

Even better, the rice bowl of a policeman is not delicious, and not everyone can afford it. Well, how much do you earn per month? It must be quite a lot, right?"

Oh!

George's words were like an extremely sharp knife, piercing deeply into Watson's heart. At this moment, his heart almost stopped beating. Without the blood supply from the heart, all the capillaries in his body began to become weak.

It was cold. At this moment, his blood began to cool down.

It's like the temperature in early spring has dropped below zero.

Although the inside of the cafe was still warm, Watson's body seemed to have been stripped naked and thrown into the ice and snow, trembling constantly.

"Do you think you are still speaking human language now?"

Watson looked at the familiar face in front of him and felt that it was so strange and cold. Strange as if he suddenly saw a beggar on the roadside, and as cold as if he had been riding a bicycle for an hour in the cold wind and heavy snow without wearing gloves.

George glanced at Watson and continued

"But what would they do if they knew you were a police officer?"

It was this sentence that made Watson unable to control his anger anymore. A wave of heat poured in from the soles of his feet and rushed straight to his brain at a speed of 180 kilometers per second. He grabbed George by the collar and beat him hard.

He was pulled up from the ground, and across a small round table, the coffee on the table was knocked over by George's body and fell to the floor.

"Pah——"

There was a crisp sound, and the ceramic cup shattered to pieces. The coffee inside was like a pool of blood, thick, hot, and spilled all over the floor.

Watson looked at George and said through gritted teeth.

"What do you want to do to me? What?"

At this moment, he felt blessed and seemed to understand many things.

No wonder he had been hiding for so many years without incident. It was only when Tony was injured and dying that he discovered that he was an undercover agent. The undercover files of the New York Police Department are all top secret!

How could Tony, a mafia boss, break through?

Who would believe that there was no mole to help?

Thinking about it this way, everything can be explained.