Daisy in the Marvel Universe

When she heard that she was going to talk about money, Daisy interrupted directly: "I won't pay. On the contrary, you have to pay me."

Imitation Master has a question mark on his forehead, what does it mean? Did I hear wrongly and I still have to pay you? I rely on my craftsmanship to make a living and earn a few hard-earned money. I spend a long time helping you train your subordinates. If I don't make any money, I still have to give you money? Are you OK!

If you were an ordinary person, you would have taken a knife to kill me like this. But he is well-informed and vaguely knows that Daisy is not simple. There are many details about her super powers. Some people say that she can shoot lasers. , some people say that she has ice-type abilities. There is no accurate answer, but the new director lady definitely has super powers.

He didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble, and Taskmaster didn't pretend to be a fool this time. He took off the skull mask, revealing a somewhat old white face, full of displeasure, waiting for Daisy's next words.

Daisy brought up another topic: "I heard that you can imitate any move you see? Can you imitate this?"

She clicked a few times on her personal terminal, and a blue light curtain appeared like a waterfall, and soon formed a very clear picture.

The picture shows two aliens fighting in a circular building, with countless aliens shouting and cheering around.

The two aliens seemed to be crazy. They kept hitting each other with the weapons in their hands. After the weapons broke, they started to fight with fists and feet. The two sides were close in strength and the battle was extremely fierce.

The image in the light screen comes from an arena owned by the Elder of the Universe, Gao Tianzun. The Saintess Cult sells Skrull slaves on a large scale, which still attracts the attention of several parties.

The Skrulls are also a fighting nation. Although the quality varies, it is still a good choice to enliven the atmosphere in the arena. The other party rewarded her as a big customer and gave her many benefits, including the broadcast channel for the game.

This broadcast is not free, Daisy needs to spend five credits per year for these battle broadcasts.

Originally, she was curious and subscribed for a year, but she was disappointed. The level of combat power was too low. She could not encounter a match like Thor vs. Hulk once a year. Although she didn't have many credits, she still regretted it.

After racking her brains, she finally came up with a way to stop the loss. Daisy smiled and looked at the so-called martial arts idiot, who was actually an imitation master of an advanced repeater.

The battles in the arena were extremely passionate, and the fighting methods made the Imitation Master, who claimed to be proficient in all fighting techniques on earth, shine in the eyes. He raised his eyes and glanced at Daisy, and the beautiful director gave him a bewildered smile in return.

The broadcast lasted three minutes and she turned off the broadcast function.

"How's it going? Did you gain anything?" She looked like a fat sheep after her plot had succeeded.

The master of imitation is mature, so why doesn't he know that simple imitation is useless? He can only imitate actions, but he cannot imitate super powers.

Ask him to look like Spider-Man, and he can imitate it perfectly, but Spider-Man can walk between buildings, and if he jumps out, he will only be thrown to death.

Captain America can catch a punch from Thanos, and he can imitate this action, but the result will definitely be beaten to a pulp by Thanos.

Ordinarily, pure imitation is useless, but people have to have some hobbies in life. Some people are greedy for money and some are lustful. The master of imitation likes to be a cheerful repeater.

The old man knew Daisy's wishful thinking very well, but he still had to jump in, and after he finished the dance, he had to hold up his thumb and say it tasted great!

"Tell me about your conditions." He had a confused expression on his face. He knew that opening his mouth first would reveal his true nature, but he still couldn't help but be tempted. If he could see all the fighting techniques in the universe, that would be What a wonderful experience.

Daisy's fingers on her right hand were spread out, in the same posture as selling battleships to braised eggs for 50 billion: "According to the level of your disciples, every time you help me train an elite agent and pay me 500,000 euros, I will give you 500,000 euros. I will send you the fighting video for one hour. If everyone cooperates well, I can also arrange a spaceship to pull you over to watch the live version, but the cost will be high..."

Spend time and energy teaching your subordinates, and I still want to give you money? The old man felt extremely aggrieved.

Daisy immediately enlightened him.

Not even mentioning the five credits! She was lying all over the place, saying that SHIELD agents crossed the sea of ​​​​stars to secretly take photos, and that she worked hard to create a great cause for mankind and was the first to walk out of the earth. In her words, this one-hour video was the culmination of the blood and tears of generations, and it was not at all Benefits for recharging your phone bill.

The Taskmaster carefully observed her facial expressions. The cheeky Daisy looked calm and could see no problem at all.

Although he felt that she told less truth and more lies, Taskmaster agreed to this condition.

On the one hand, he has seen all the martial arts on earth, but now he is just wasting his time. The fighting skills of various races in the universe have opened a window for him. Regardless of whether they are useful or not, this is his hobby.

What's more, he has been teaching for many years. Apart from the technical equipment, he has no girlfriend or son, and basically has no expenses. The U.S. Treasury Department will not collect taxes from him. The old man is rich, so he can at least watch eight out of ten episodes. At worst, the martial arts school will expand in size, and he can just make money back from others. Craftsmen will never die of hunger!

As for going to an alien planet to watch the live version, he didn't think it was necessary. The video was enough. He didn't ask how much the live version would cost, which made Daisy feel a little regretful.

They were both happy, and Daisy sent Thunderbird, Typhoid Mary, and Ghost Ava for training the next day.

The old man first asked a few people to demonstrate their fighting skills. After watching it, he provided improvement plans based on their respective foundations. The three of them immediately had a enlightenment.

Daisy was very satisfied. She successfully stopped her losses and found a good teacher. Her subordinates' combat effectiveness improved rapidly, at the cost of posting a few short videos. This business was really profitable.

It doesn't matter how big or small the business is, as long as she makes money, she will be happy.

But she felt uncomfortable thinking about the sieve-like management model in SHIELD. Any cat or dog could take away some equipment and weapons. This was outrageous.

New management norms should be re-formulated to plug these gaps and keep the organization operating in a healthy manner.

Victoria Hand, the spinster she once had trouble with, was very knowledgeable about management. Daisy snatched her Quantum Bracelet from her. Wendell Vaughn, who now works as a clerk in S.H.I.E.L.D., is also a talent in management. The most important thing is that The reason is that he is very principled and does not lack the wisdom to deal with key issues.

Daisy entrusted the two of them to refine the management system within SHIELD. They didn't want to have any loopholes, but they couldn't just let anyone come and take away a lot of things.

She was overwhelmed by the sea of ​​news and conferences. After holding on patiently for another half month, she pushed all the messy meetings to Hill and the bald brother, secretly ran back to Shi'a, and played several beautiful melodies with Wanda. .....

Vaguely, she felt as if she had forgotten something. What had she forgotten?