American Manga God

Not only Iron Man, but also a lot of reservations, which instantly filled Mei Mumu's private website. The banks made special calls and emails to ask if they needed special financial and insurance functions.

With fifty million dollars in his pocket, Mei Mumu said that he bought half a street across the street, which is no bragging at all.

You know, any war will scare away the rich first. After the New York War, the property price opposite the New York Temple fell a lot, and it was only about $10,000 per square meter. What's more, Mei Mumu has an excellent credit record, and the credit limit is extremely high.

Of course, Mei Mumu has long regarded money as dung.

If this was an ordinary time travel, with so much money, Mei Mumu would have been corrupted long ago.

Buy a Lamborghini, drive to Times Square, and just throw it on the side of the road—I don’t want it, sir.

It's okay to find a tender model to exchange life experiences or something.

But Thanos is coming in two years. This is simply the sword of Damocles hanging high on the neck. The heart is thirsty and thirsty, and there is no time to corrupt it.

Meimumu said hello to Hamill: "I'll go out to buy materials for traps, and I'll be back within an hour."

Hamill is a mute. His eyes are raised. Since he can't speak, he finally nodded silently.

With the memory of the movie, Mei Mumu found a seemingly abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. After some disguise, he wrapped himself into a zongzi and walked to the warehouse.

"Who!?" Immediately, at least three big men pointed their weird 'guns' at Meimumu.

A man wearing a full-face helmet and covered in black metal armor, even more nervously, he turned on all the devices on his body that could be used to pour out firepower.

"No, I'm just a mysterious person who happens to know that there are good things for sale here."

"What are you kidding me? Give me a reason not to shoot! Otherwise you'll be dead!" That being said, no one here has actually killed anyone, as you can tell from their sweaty foreheads.

"My reason is... this." Mei Mumu raised the box in his hand and gently opened it in slow motion.

Seeing the colorful stuff inside, all the big men felt relieved.

One million dollars in cash, I have to say it is quite sincere.

Feeling the unprofessionalism of these guys, Mei Mumu just wanted to laugh, but he held back: "Then... can we sit down and talk? I don't have the time to cause trouble. I just want to customize something."

A big man said, "It's okay for now. If I find out that you're playing tricks..."

"Wait!" The man wearing black metal armor with a pair of huge metal wings behind him stopped his subordinates: "My friend, it's okay to do business, but should you take off your mask first?"

"I think it's better for us to let the business be the business." As he said, Mei Mumu secretly used the hanging ring behind him, and took out another box of US dollar bills.

Money moves people's hearts.

In fact, the other party is already tempted, but there are still doubts.

Mei Mumu spoke again: "Of course! If you insist not to talk to me about Franklin, then I can talk to you about other things."

Gently raising his arm, the translucent [Vatu Demon Sword] flashed past.

Beside Mei Mumu, a steel shelf was completely cut in half diagonally. The shelf, which could not bear the weight of the upper layer, fell to the ground with a bang, making a loud bang.

In the next second, a translucent sharp blade was already thrown towards the metal birdman's side, easily cutting a few hanging wires in half.

"Zizi..." The wires were sparkling, and the air was filled with a strange stillness.

Mei Mumu put away her weapon and spread her hands: "Okay, shall we talk about Franklin or something else?"

Suddenly, the man in black armor smiled: "It's interesting, I think we still like Franklin a little more."

"very good!"

No one knows what exactly Mei Mumu did with this mysterious group of people. All they know is that the next night, a lot of things were sent to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city.

After the delivery was completed, in a secret warehouse, a big white bald man asked his boss.

"Boss, can you see where that masked weirdo came from?"

From last night to today, the man in black armor who had never taken off his helmet finally took off his helmet, revealing the face of an ordinary middle-aged man.

He's a little bald and has a popular appearance that he claims is an American face. The only difference is his sharp eyes. The sharp eyes like a goshawk made his whole person's momentum rise by more than 30%?

"I can't see it, but I'll find out later."

"It's alright, I think we'll find out soon." A fat white man who looked like an engineering man smiled: "I'll put some gadgets on our cargo, and as long as it moves, I'll know for sure."

The engineering man turned his laptop, and there was a flash of light on it.

The man in black armor pulled the engineer up on the spot: "Idiot! Who told you to put a tracker? I still don't understand the attack mode of that guy, and I'm not even sure if he is an alien. You Doing so will probably kill us!"

"Boss, it's not that serious, right?" When the engineering man was almost breathless~www.wuxiaspot.com~ he suddenly saw that the light spot on the monitor changed position.

What made the faces of all the men in the audience turn pale was that the spot of light actually teleported. From the abandoned warehouse ten kilometers away, they were transferred to...the new stronghold that they were in, which was only opened today.

"What? It's impossible!" The engineering man was shaking all over.

Just when a group of big men were startled, the shock turned into fear.

"Clap!" A voice sounded, which attracted everyone to turn back.

On the empty table in the center of the hall surrounded by at least five people, a huge box suddenly appeared on the table that was empty a second ago.

"what!"

"Damn!"

"When did this thing come?"

The big men screamed in surprise. They hurriedly took up their weapons and looked around. Even if they used night vision goggles, they still couldn't see anything.

"Crack!" The box opened on its own.

Revealing the colorful dollar bills inside.

The engineering man didn't feel happy. Instead, he felt a chill running from his tailbone to the back of his head, and his entire back was soaked with cold sweat.

In the middle of the banknotes, he placed his small tracking device upright.

A recording of the mysterious man came from a small player in the box.

"Mr. Adrian Toombs, I can understand your rudeness and curiosity. But understanding does not mean understanding. Forget this time. Next time, I will talk to your wife and daughter about integrity. "

At this moment, Adrian, who was wearing black armor, turned pale.

Yes, he is the [Vulture] who was originally going to be on the Marvel world stage next year, the villain who opposes Spider-Man Parker.