Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

the next day.

Fisker Pharmaceuticals.

"Michael, you are in good condition today."

David looked at Morbius, who was about to leave for the FBI New York branch to attend a press conference, and said with a smile:

"After today's press conference, you can walk openly on the streets of New York. No one will spit at you, report you, or anything else. They will only call your name and give you countless

of praise.”

"It's all thanks to you, David."

Morbius sounded solemn and expressed his gratitude to David again: "Martina and I both want to thank you. Don't worry, after solving Lucis, I will concentrate on working for Fisker Pharmaceuticals until the side effects of the bat serum are solved.

...You saved me, now it's my turn to save you."

When he was most desperate, he risked everything and found David, Kingpin's younger brother.

I thought I had overestimated my former assistant as much as possible, but I never expected that I actually underestimated him.

To be honest, after seeking David's help, his situation changed drastically in just half a month.

After transforming into a vampire, being wanted by the FBI, becoming a vampire murderer, and encountering Martina being kidnapped by Lucis, Morbius once believed that his life was like falling into hell and was completely irreversible.

But David's series of operations not only brought him back to the top from the lowest point in his life, but also to an even higher peak.

Today, he is a vampire doctor, an employee of Fisker Pharmaceuticals, an FBI supernumerary agent, and even more...

Super hero!

God knows how David came up with the word superhero.

In addition to finding a solution to blood diseases, accidentally creating artificial blood and winning the Nobel Prize, Morbius never thought about what other achievements he had made.

When he first heard the word superhero, he was a little hesitant, but after getting used to it, when he saw the compliments on the Internet again, Morbius was able to face it with great calmness, and he even felt a little excited in his heart.

"Yes, I want to thank you too, you changed my life and Michael's."

Martina was adjusting her suit with her boyfriend in front of her, and at the same time said sincerely: "Without you, I can't imagine what we would have gone through."

"You're welcome, you deserve this."

David answered with a smile.

He is by no means a stingy person. Even in this life, he doesn't value wealth, fame, etc. at all.

What he cares about is power and strength.

If you want to live comfortably, comfortably, and completely free in the Marvel world, wealth and fame are not that important. Power and strength are the only criteria.

It just so happens that Morbius' talent can help David move faster, reach higher, and gain more power and strength.

This is also the biggest reason why he is willing to help Morbius.

…

The FBI press conference was held as scheduled.

Bureau Chief Giles Pittman attended with vampire doctor Michael Morbius.

"This is probably the most frequent month for the FBI's New York branch to hold press conferences this year."

After standing on the podium, Pittman used his own humor and made many people laugh.

Morbius stood next to him. His figure was no longer as thin as before, but he looked strong and strong. His decent suit was held up by his muscles, like a male model walking on the catwalk, quite charming.

The flashes of the cameras in the audience were non-stop.

The reconciliation between the FBI and Mobius has really attracted a lot of attention.

Including not only media from all over New York, but also reporters from all outside New York State.

As a human being with extraordinary power, Morbius's fame and popularity at this time are still higher than what David originally expected.

The FBI had communicated to Morbius both covertly and overtly, hoping that after cooperating with the arrest of Lucis, Morbius would join the official-led research institute and cooperate with the official to create more extraordinary warriors.

When David found out, he was not surprised at all and asked Morbius not to refuse explicitly and wait until Lucis was arrested.

"As said on the Internet, our Agent Mosley found Morbius. After persuasion, Morbius voluntarily surrendered and reached a settlement agreement with the FBI. He will serve as a non-staff agent of the FBI and cooperate with us in catching vampires.

Murderer Lucius Crown, at the same time carrying out the important task of protecting New York on a daily basis."

Pittman briefly introduced the situation, and then saw reporters in the audience eager to give it a try, and said helplessly: "I know you can't hold it anymore, okay, now it's time for questions."

"Dr. Morbius, please tell me, you killed more than a dozen members of the National Guard in the rescue center incident not long ago. Are you ashamed of this?"

Someone came up with a bayonet and asked a very pointed question: "Don't you think what you did is inconsistent with the nickname you are now called a superhero, and is even a bit ironic?"

Pitman's face changed slightly. He glanced at the logo on the person's device and showed a hint of shock and surprise.

Global Daily?

Isn’t this one of our own? How can you ask such a question?

"Of course, it sounds a little ironic, and although there are some reasons, I don't want to use it as an excuse."

Mobius said slowly: "First of all, I must express my sincere apology to the National Guard. Secondly, I will donate all my family property to establish a charity gene association to provide some help to the families of the deceased who were injured in this incident.

…”

Solving it with money seems to be a very common way to apologize.

Common, but useful.

The reporters kept their expressions on their faces as they took notes while thinking about how to make these words look more beautiful after being published in the newspaper.

"In addition, I will strictly cooperate with the FBI's supervision of me and strictly implement the FBI's tasks. Even if I successfully arrest Lucis, I will never stop..."

Morbius' voice continued with a sincere tone: "I hope that what I do in the future will be worthy of the title of superhero."

Abandon darkness and embrace light?

No.

Combined with Mobius's previous help for patients with blood diseases, this should be called staying true to one's original intention.

The reporter’s inner summary in the audience.

After receiving money, you have to do something, otherwise it would be breaking the rules.

"well said!"

Pittman glanced at the Global Daily reporter who asked the question, and said in his heart, "They are indeed in the same group."

Obviously, this seemingly spicy question was prepared by Mobius early in the morning.

…

outside the crowd.

David looked at Pittman and Morbius on the stage and was quite satisfied with the latter's performance.

Martina looked admiring and very excited.

In her expectation, Morbius should have stood on such a stage early.

At this time.

Mosley hurriedly came to David and whispered: "He's here."

"knew."

David nodded and patted Wesley.

He signaled to Wesley, who was paying close attention to the press conference and had no vision at all, that it was time to push the wheelchair.

"Why...oh, I understand."

Wesley saw the look in David's eyes, turned his head and glanced at Mosley, and instantly realized that his role at this time was that of a coachman.

"What happened?"

Martina noticed David's movements and was slightly surprised, with a hint of nervousness subconsciously appearing in her heart.

But then I thought again, this is the New York branch of the FBI.

As an official force, the FBI will never let others act recklessly on its own territory, right?

If this was a slap in the face, it would be much more embarrassing than the previous rescue center incident.

"It's just a small matter, I have to deal with it."

David smiled and said: "Don't worry, it won't affect the press conference."

"That's good."

Martina breathed a sigh of relief.

soon.

Wesley pushed David in the wheelchair and followed Mosley away.

They came to the building next door.

The compartment inside the building is also the interrogation room set up within the FBI.

At this time, two figures, one black and one white, were detained by people sent by Rodriguez and imprisoned in two adjacent interrogation rooms.

The black man among them was none other than Mosley's former colleague and his biggest competitor for the position of deputy director, Simon Stroud.

The white man, judging from the identity tag collected on his chest, is Ben Yurick, a reporter from the Daily Bugle, who is still relatively young, in his early thirties.

…

Interrogation room.

Stroud's hands were locked with handcuffs and he struggled wildly, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Rhode, what do you mean?"

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the man in front of him.

His closest partner actually cuffed him at this moment.

This kind of betrayal goes far beyond a bruised self-esteem.

It was as if someone stepped on his head, rubbed it under their feet, and spat before leaving.

"Simon, you are too reckless."

Rodriguez lowered his head slightly, not looking directly into Stroud's angry gaze. He was holding a pen in one hand and scribbling on the notebook, seeming to be distracted.

After hearing Stroud's question, he stopped and said slowly: "You know what kind of punishment you should accept for leaking confidential information within the FBI."

"Leaking confidential information?"

Stroud laughed angrily: "I remember I taught you this reason, and now you use it against me? That's good, that's good!"

Crunch——

David and Mosley pushed open the door and arrived at the interrogation room.

"It turns out it's you."

When Stroud saw the visitor, his inner anger erupted like a volcano, and he couldn't suppress it at all.

His dagger-like gaze passed over Mosley and fell on David in front of him, and he completely understood why Rodriguez would betray him.

"He's yours."

Mosley waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "Whatever you want to do with it."

"Son of a bitch!"

Stroud suddenly turned his head and looked at his former partner, his eyes red: "Even if I leak confidential information, it should be dealt with by the FBI. I can go to court, but he has no right to deal with me!"

"Simon, don't you understand yet?"

Rodriguez sighed: "This is the director's decision. You are too reckless and have crossed the line."

"Is this why you gave up on me?"

Stroud was furious: "Just because I don't fit in with you? I thought we were friends!"

"Yes, it was."

Rodriguez raised his head and looked directly at Stroud for the first time. The coldness in his eyes made Stroud feel unfamiliar as never before.

"Not anymore."

After saying that, he stood up and left, leaving Stroud with a rejected and unfamiliar figure in the end.

Mosley followed behind him, leaving space for David and Stroud.

"We can finally have a good chat."

David slid his wheelchair and came to Stroud.

Wesley stood guard at the door and did not allow any entry or exit, leaving enough time and space for the two of them to communicate.

"Pooh!"

Stroud spat on David with a ferocious expression: "Do you think I will beg you for mercy? I tell you, it is impossible to die! I will never beg for mercy from a shameless gang member!"