I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

Ward's visit only made Leon more determined, his enemy was still hiding in the shadows, observing him secretly.

He is still proceeding in an orderly manner, various plans to make himself stronger...

The implementation of the "Nirvana" charity fund spread the name of the Nirvana Group all over New York.

Especially in the Battle of New York, the people of New York who lost their homes and relatives were full of goodwill and respect for this company that helped out in a timely manner.

All major news, newspapers, and media have bombarded this generous listed company, and various tracking reports have pushed the reputation of this mysterious but huge group company to a new height.

(Early before the Battle of New York, Bo Tu, under Lyon's instruction, reorganized and merged the companies that were absolutely controlled by the hands and the hands.)

For a time, the stock price of Nirvana Group skyrocketed, becoming the only large company whose stock price kept skyrocketing after the New York War!

By the way, another company whose stock price has skyrocketed is the Stark Industries of "Iron Man" Tony Stark...

With the implementation of this kind deed, although Leon did not come forward directly, he accepted the gratitude from the public. However, the constantly beating favor point is undoubtedly telling him that doing so is exactly what the system expects!

The purpose of the charitable fund is, on the one hand, to help the people of New York and rebuild their homes; on the other hand, to gain favor points.

The upcoming damage control company is mainly for the "Avengers" superhero team to maintain a good reputation and image in front of the public.

However, what Leon didn't expect was that the kindness between himself and Stark inadvertently led to the birth of a super villain...

. . . . . .

In front of the under-construction Stark Building, the waiting hall of New York's Grand Central Railway Station, which was once crowded, is now in ruins.

Bricks, rubble, alien debris, and the corpse of a gigantic Leviathan were everywhere, turning the largest and busiest train station in the United States into a desolate ruin.

If Leon was here, he would definitely be able to recognize that this Leviathan beast was the one he killed...

The noise of mechanical cutting, loud conversations, and the roar of vehicles added a bit of popularity to this ruin.

Taking a closer look, in the ruins, in addition to several trucks filled with alien materials, there are also some men in tooling, holding various tools, trying to clean up all kinds of alien garbage...

"Everything will never go back to the way it used to be..."

Beside a yellow excavator, a middle-aged man wearing presbyopic glasses in workwear, holding a graffiti painting clearly made by a child, is sighing to the subordinate beside him.

"Aliens, superheroes, and a big green guy who razed buildings...you know, I liked to draw cowboys and Indians when I was a kid."

"In fact, they are all Native Americans, but, it doesn't matter..."

"However, having said that, this painting is quite good, what do you think?"

"It's good..."

…

Among the two people who were talking, the middle-aged man in workwear wearing reading glasses was the head of the cleaning team responsible for cleaning up the Central Station.

His name is Adrian Toombs.

After the Great War in New York, in order to clean up the mess as soon as possible, the government not only organized a professional team to clean up the battlefield, but also specially authorized private cleaning agencies or teams to participate in it.

Everything is for Manhattan to regain its former prosperity.

And the clean-up team led by Tooms was one of them.

Seeing that it was profitable, as a family supporter who needed to support his family, Toombs took a heart and signed a clean-up contract with the city government, hoping to make a small profit from this clean-up work.

To this end, he even mortgaged his own house, took advantage of bank loans, bought several new trucks, and hired an additional group of people...

However,

Things don't always go so smoothly.

Just as Toombs was teaching a new cleaning worker how to use alien things to dig out the energy core of a Chitauri aircraft, a fat woman with white hair, in some clothes. Surrounded by men and women in work uniforms and suits, they walked into the cleanup site.

"Everyone, please pay attention!"

Hearing this, Tooms and several workers beside him turned their heads and looked at the uninvited guests.

Without waiting for Tooms to react, a series of sentences spit out from the mouth of the fat white woman:

"According to Executive Order 396B, all post-war cleanup work is now under our jurisdiction. Thank you for your service and leave it to us here!"

Looking at the other party's aura and the bulging waist under the suit and leather shoes, Tooms couldn't help frowning and asked:

"who are you?"

"Professionals." A man in a suit standing next to the fat woman, like a bodyguard, responded.

Feeling that something was not right, Toombs couldn't help but explain: "Listen, I signed a contract with the city government to clean up these ruins, so..."

However, the other party did not give him such a chance.

"Sorry, Mr. Toombs, but we're taking over all the cleanup now, please hand over all the extraterrestrial objects you've collected or we'll sue you..."

As soon as the words fell, the fat woman turned around and prepared to leave.

In a hurry, Tooms hurriedly followed, and told the other party about his situation, trying to convince the other party.

However, what he got was just a cold answer:

"Sorry, there's nothing I can do."

Just as Toombs stared blankly at the fat woman who turned and left, the man in the suit who answered just now suddenly sneered:

"Maybe don't be so self-aware next time..."

This sentence directly ignited the already raging anger in Toomes' heart.

"What did you say?"

After asking a question, Tomus, who had a doubtful look on his face, turned around and said to his subordinates:

"That's right, he's right, I'm overthinking myself..."

Before he finished speaking, when the man was unprepared, Tooms suddenly turned around and threw a right uppercut, hitting the man in the suit hard in the face!

This blow immediately broke the entire already precarious situation.

The man who was suddenly attacked immediately took out a pistol from his waist and pointed at Toombs.

The rest of the men and women in suits pulled out their weapons one after another, looking like they were facing a great enemy.

"Put the gun away!"

The fat woman stopped her subordinates from pointing guns at civilians, and then said to the angered Toomes with a solemn expression:

"If you have any dissatisfaction, you can go to my superior."

"What the hell is your superior?!"

. . .

In the evening, Toombs and others who returned to the warehouse only got the status of "superior" from the news reports.

"A joint company consisting of two major companies, Stark Industries and Nirvana Group, and the joint government's damage control department will be responsible for the cleanup of alien debris and alien materials..."

"The bastard who made this mess, and now he actually collects money to clean it up..."

"Yeah, it's all done in the dark..."

Listening to the complaints of his subordinates, until this moment, Adrian Toombs suddenly understood a truth:

If you don’t want people to be knives, and I’m for fish, you must make changes!

At this time, a subordinate opened the curtain and found a truck full of alien materials in the corner, and asked aloud:

"Boss, the carload of materials cleaned up yesterday is still here, we should turn it in, right?"

Hearing this, Tooms stood up abruptly and said with a serious face:

"I told what to do, we keep it!"

In front of everyone's slightly surprised eyes, Tomus's eyes narrowed and he said solemnly:

"This world has changed..."

"And we, it's time, it's time to change!"