Long Ao Marvel

Harold Meacham straightened his tie on his chest in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror on the wall.

This outfit is exactly what he wore on his first day as CEO of the Rand Group, as was his hairstyle. Although the outfit is a bit retro, but no matter what, life needs a sense of ceremony.

Today's news was playing on the TV behind him, and the host's voice reached his ears clearly.

"Now we turn the camera over to Betty Brant and let her bring the latest developments in the Danny Rand investigation."

"Hello host. An informant said that Danny Rand may have used his company to smuggle illegal drugs worth millions. He is currently being detained by the DEA (New York Drug Enforcement Administration). In the next few days, he will

He received multiple charges including drug production, drug trafficking, assaulting police officers, etc..."

Harold walked to the sofa and put on his suit. Although he didn't mean to listen, the smile on his face revealed his extremely happy mood at the moment.

"...this is Betty Brandt, reporting from the Daily Bugle's front line."

"Okay, thank you, Betty. Next is the sports news..."

Harold sat down comfortably in front of the huge desk, with a series of numbers scrolling on the computer screen in front of him.

There was a "ding" outside the door, and an elevator had arrived. The bodyguards guarding the outside did not say a word, and the identity of the person coming was self-evident.

Ward Meacham walked around the statue of Octavian at the door and entered his father's office area.

The exquisitely tailored navy blue suit made him look energetic, like a successful businessman, but the fatigue on his face could not be concealed in any way.

As usual, Harold didn't care about this. He waved his son to come to him.

"Did you see it?" He smiled and pointed to the tablet computer with data cables on the table, "The Hand's poison pin trading database! Danny really gave me a good treasure."

Ward said nothing and looked up at the giant electronic screen on the wall.

"He provided us with the necessary data to achieve our goal. This is all the data on the Hand's creation of new poisonous pins. Their customers and transportation routes all pass through the Rand Group. What is the most important thing? Look, they have been

Using the Rand Group's hidden accounts, which contain a large amount of cash, they will regularly transfer the pooled money to a series of offshore companies in South America. Haha, this fraud model will give the idiots on the board of directors a heart attack

.Now I know why Mrs. Gao always clings to us. She needs the Rand Group to run everything." Harold rapped his knuckles on the table excitedly, "The account belongs to the company, so we have the authority.

Shut them down and get all the money back."

Ward seemed a little noncommittal, and did not show much excitement on his face. However, Harold had long been accustomed to his son's bitter face, and this stupid boy had no idea how much he had helped him behind the scenes.

"Look, the Hand is everywhere - Rand, Rockson, Midtown, Brooklyn, Miami, South America, Asia... They wasted so much of my time, and I'm going to make them pay.

Give them everything!”

"But...the money in these accounts adds up to over a billion." Ward hesitated and said, "If we do this, they will never let us go easily. Will this make the situation worse?"

Bad?"

Things are different now, Ward. I have to say you did a great job cleaning up the company's internal drug production network, and do you know what?" Harold looked directly at Ward with his blood-red eyes,

"...Mrs. Gao is missing! She is missing!"

"The female devil removed the nails planted around me. No matter what the reason is, I am free anyway! Now I have to do something. I have been imprisoned by these beasts for too long, and I never want to lose even one day.

Time!" He stood up impatiently, pacing back and forth in the hall, grinning strangely, "Great, then, my death will no longer be a problem."

"Is this your plan, to come back from the dead?" Ward looked strange.

"Danny can do it, why can't I?"

"...Danny is just missing, but you are diagnosed with cancer. This is different." Ward walked to Harold

In front of him, he wanted to calm down his father, "Is this okay, just...appear directly in front of the public?"

Harold threw away Ward's hand. As soon as the idea of ​​resurrection came to his mind, he immediately became indifferent and said, "I want to return to the world, Ward, now is the time."

"Father, everyone in the world thinks you are dead, how do you explain it?"

"Oh, come on, Ward. I have been planning for 13 years. I will tell them about the latest gene therapy technology and the great progress we have made in the field of freezing." Harold walked to the mirror again and looked at himself.

The face that had not changed in ten years let out a low, sleepy sigh, "Now I have reappeared - yes, a brand new person."

Ward didn't see it that way. He felt that Harold thought of everything too simply. Human beings today have seen too many superpowers and are not that easy to fool.

"Father, this is crazy."

Harold suddenly turned around, pointed at Ward, and said with a threat: "Let's make it clear, Ward. You have tried to go against me before, but you always lost. This is your last chance to join me, otherwise

It's just me and Joey running this company."

"What about Danny?"

"Haha! You're talking about Danny!" Harold laughed loudly, "Danny is now a complete drug smuggler. The crime of helping him organize is enough to put him in jail. Ah! By the way, there are also

His two yellow-skinned kids, I heard they are 'that kind of people'? It doesn't matter, I will contact SWAT (Special Weapons and Tactics Team) in two days. A special anti-violence and anti-terrorism law enforcement unit with advanced technical and tactical means.

, the United States uses them to deal with super-powered criminals) to deal with them.”

"Father, we all know that's not true."

Ward Meacham has been developing in his field of expertise over the years, and he is considered a figure in the business center of Manhattan. Although he is not a good person, he is not a villain either. Besides, a gentleman will not stand behind a dangerous wall.

Therefore, he instinctively did not want to get involved in these serious crimes, and he strongly disapproved of Harold's actions.

"Okay, stop talking. Keeping these two people will only be a disaster. They must be eliminated as soon as possible. At the worst, they must be sent back to the country. They will never set foot in New York again." Harold waved his hand vigorously.

He forcibly interrupted Ward.

"But...Father, you can't do this. You owe Danny for helping you get rid of the Hand!"

"Oh, that's right~ I will send flowers to his funeral."

Ward suddenly realized that there must be a reason for Danny's recent deterioration, and it must be a big trap. "You have been playing tricks on Danny since he came back, right?"

Harold packed up the documents on the table and put them into his briefcase. He didn't want to wait a minute longer. He wanted to leave this hellish place and go back to the company now. The people on the board of directors would definitely welcome him very much.

His return.

When he heard his son's question, he replied without thinking too much: "No, no, it's been a lot longer than that. I won't just watch that little bastard take away everything that should belong to me." After that he said

He raised his head and smiled. This action startled Ward. What he saw was clearly a ferocious monster!

But this was not the most shocking news. Harold was very happy today. Facing his son who had succumbed to him, he no longer had any scruples and spoke out all the evil thoughts in his heart.

"Oh, by the way, I'm looking for you today because I want you to rebuild the poisonous pin production line according to the information provided in the pad. We must firmly win this business."

"...What did you say?"

Ward couldn't believe his ears. How could he do this? Didn't he establish the Rand Group?

"Anyway, that thing is very profitable. It's easy to produce and the raw materials are easy to find. Not to mention the antidote in Mrs. Gao's hands, so we can make a lot of money on both sides."

Ward looked at the man who was supposed to be his father, and the hatred and disgust in his heart accumulated more and more, like a knife constantly cutting his nerves.

This monster has not only controlled his life for more than ten years, but is now so crazy that he wants to end his life.

It ruined everything for him!

The anger surged out uncontrollably, and Ward roared like a wounded beast: "I refuse!! Your control, your manipulation...I've had enough, I'm not your fucking doll!"

Harold looked into Ward's eyes: "Yes, yes. I know your anger, but it's not the time to get angry yet. I know you want to stay away from me, and even wish for my death. But you have to know that we are separated from each other.

The meeting is very close, if you run away like a frightened child now, you will regret it for the rest of your life."

"Believe me, Ward..." Harold's tone softened, "As long as I completely regain my freedom, I will also let you go free, okay, I promise!"

Facing Harold's pressing step by step, Ward completely lost the high-spirited spirit he had outside, and acted like a cowardly child, trying his best to make a little voice of his own: "No, the Rand Group belongs to me too.

Company, you can’t do this..."

Harold screamed strangely and rushed forward, grabbed Ward's neck, and hissed like a snake: "Have you ever thought that I do all this for you? I work day and night.

In order for you to inherit the fruits of success, I will let you succeed because I want you to succeed, do you understand?"

Harold's hands were cold and stiff, like two iron pincers. Ward's face turned red from being pinched, and he had to nod vigorously.

"Really? You don't look like you understand when you disobey my orders. I just want you to do some simple work, and you still make irresponsible remarks!!"

He pushed hard, and Ward flew out, and his waist hit the desk with a muffled sound. Ward let out a scream and slipped to the ground, sweating in pain. Harold walked over slowly,

Squatting in front of Ward, he gently put his hand on his head. Ward froze there, not daring to breathe, for fear of angering him again. There was nothing this moody lunatic wouldn't dare to do.

"If you do what I ask, the end result will be beneficial to you, Ward. I want you to resume the production of poison pins as soon as possible, and then make the damn antidote according to the formula. There are so many homeless people on the street.

, you can just grab a few and bring them back to test the medicine."

"Okay...Father."

Harold stroked Ward's hair, like a kind father who gently comforted his son, but when the person was a 30-year-old adult man, everything became extremely weird.

"Ward, you are my son, and I will make you a great person. Please cooperate a little, okay?"

"Okay...Okay."

"I love you, Ward, I love you very much."

...

"Ouch, stop talking... I'm really going to vomit."

A strange voice sounded, and Harold suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

On the high ceiling, there was a large lump of blue-black mucus stuck to me at some point. If you look closely, it is actually squirming. The sudden human voice came from there.

Harold was about to call the bodyguards over, but he heard screams outside the door, mixed with the sounds of collisions and beatings, followed by a loud noise, and a fat figure flew out from behind the wall, hitting the statue outside the office area.

It was shattered and fell to the ground unconscious.

Footsteps sounded, and a young Asian man turned out, and Shi Shiran walked into the office area. There were seven bodyguards with guns, each of them a veteran, but there was only one person on the other side. They didn't even have time to fire a shot, and all of them were shot.

Being put down?

The large mass on the ceiling fell off and slowly condensed into a human figure, also a young Asian man.

Ward stared blankly at the two people who suddenly appeared, and couldn't believe his eyes: "Liu Zheng...Luo..."

"Damn it, Comrade Ward Meacham, if people outside see how cowardly you are now, I don't know how many young girls will be heartbroken."

Luo Zhijian chuckled and walked straight towards the father and son.

"Is it you...?" Harold turned around and asked.

"No." Ward himself was confused. How did these two people find this place?

Harold's hand calmly grasped the gun in his back pocket...