Master of Marvel World

After listening to Coulson's detailed explanation, Shen He finally understood.

It's not that there are no things to do, but those things don't need to be done by Shen He himself. As a brand new organization, there are disadvantages if the old S.H.I.E.L.D. style.

They need to adapt to changes gradually in constant tasks.

"Okay." Shen He didn't know what to say.

There are a lot of things to do when you are busy, and nothing to do when you are not busy.

"Sir, maybe you can care about the company's development." Coulson suggested, "Although the current company is gradually making profits, it still spends a lot of money, and most of the funds are provided by Stark Industries."

DIO is a bottomless pit, no amount of money is enough.

Not to mention the biggest business of the virtual reality company, the virtual world is still in the initial stage of military use, and although the turnover is good, it is far from the level of a behemoth.

And right now virtual reality companies are actually being vigilant by governments all over the world. Although they haven't blatantly suppressed them, they dare not allow them to develop.

"It is indeed necessary to plan carefully." Shen He nodded.

In fact, he intends to develop the virtual reality company into a company similar to Umbrella, because in this way he can avoid being stabbed in the back by insiders in the process of protecting the world.

But for now, it can only be said that there is a long way to go.

At least the level of the world government is very sad.

Since there was nothing to do here, Shen He didn't intend to waste time in the office, he thought about it, and decided to take Joan to go shopping, just the two of them.

"Are you really not bringing Violet?"

Joan of Arc asked this for the third time when she got in the car.

"Why do you look like you have done something wrong?" Shen He couldn't help complaining, "Isn't it normal to take your girlfriend out to play alone?"

"But." Jeanne bit her lower lip lightly, "Violet will be very sad if she finds out."

As long as she thinks of Violet's eyes like an abandoned, helpless kitten, she will feel guilty.

"Then what did you say when you secretly took me to the beach?" Shen He still couldn't help smiling when he remembered that time.

"That's just, just." Joan of Arc murmured for a long time, unable to say anything, and finally could only stare at Shen He with a blushing face.

"Actually, we're not all going to play today." Shen He drove the car, looking at the huge and prosperous city in the distance, "I want to see how the city guarded by heroes will be different."

Some things cannot be seen clearly by sitting in the office, reading reports from subordinates, or comments on the Internet.

What's more, with the increase in the number of guardians and the increase in proficiency, they no longer only act at night, and there are also people patrolling the city during the day.

Shen He drove directly to the most prosperous area in Manhattan.

"Where shall we go first?"

Joan of Arc held Shen He's hand, and the two walked on the street like a couple of ordinary people.

Although the purpose is to observe, in fact, the process can also be regarded as a date.

So Shen He decided to do something that he always wanted to do first.

"We're going to buy you clothes."

Speaking of such a declaration, Shen He took Joan of Arc to a lingerie store.

A place where only men with a female ticket can enter. Of course, perverts can't be counted.

"For, why."

Joan of Arc held Shen He tightly with both hands, looking even more nervous than him.

"You have too few clothes."

Shen He didn't feel the slightest embarrassment, he looked around with a smile, and then asked the waiter to get some suitable size female tickets for him to try.

Since living together, he has noticed that Joan of Arc's personal belongings are indeed too small compared to the average modern girl. She doesn't need cosmetics at all, and there are only a few pieces of clothes that have been tossed and turned. It was the last time she planned to go to the beach. It's not that she doesn't like clothes, it's just that she hasn't had much chance to go shopping.

Today, I also want to make up for her.

Of course, it can be regarded as a reward for yourself.

Because it's eye-catching enough.

"This one. Not very good." Shen He looked at Joan who opened the door of the fitting room with bright eyes, but shook his head, and then handed one in, "Try this one."

The waiter next to him also helped out, "That's right, Miss, this one is more suitable for you."

"But, but." Joan of Arc's skin was covered with a faint blush, "I have tried more than ten pieces."

Shen He pretended not to hear, closed the door with a smile, and handed the one that Joan had just replaced to the waiter.

Well, motioned her to wrap it up.

There are almost a dozen packaging bags outside the fitting room.

Money is good.

The smile on the waiter's face couldn't be concealed, as well as the jealousy of being a woman.

Under the influence of magic, Joan's appearance can only be regarded as similar to others, but there is no way to hide her fiery figure.

In the eyes of the waiter, maybe Joan of Arc relied on such a figure to get close to a local tycoon like Shen He.

But I only dare to think about it in my heart.

In this country of capital, no one dares to offend local tyrants casually.

Joan of Arc was in the fitting room at this time, almost crying out of embarrassment.

Naturally, the movement outside cannot be concealed from her perception.

How many pieces do you have to change? And the Master chose, one is more embarrassing than one.

"Jeanne?"

There was also the urging voice of the Master from outside.

Joan stomped her feet, but there was nothing she could do.

However, just after she changed into this black lace dress, she suddenly became conscious.

There seems to be a situation out there.

Not only Joan of Arc, but also Shen He had already discovered it, frowning and looking towards the place near the door.

The exclamation of the cashier has already been heard there.

A man grabbed some women's underwear by the door, stuffed them into a bag, and ran away.

Are there really perverts?

"First, sir." The waiter beside him looked at Shen He nervously.

It's a small boutique for expensive clothes, and now there's only one cashier and one waiter.

"It's okay." Shen He waved his hand, "I'll go and have a look too."

The cashier had already chased and shouted, but she obviously couldn't run away from him.

But her yelling made passers-by aware of what had happened.

Almost without hesitation, several passers-by chased after him directly.

Then more and more people chased after him, and there were still people in front trying to stop him.

Shen He glanced from a distance, that pervert had already been crushed to the ground.

When she turned her head again, she found that Joan had already put on her own clothes and came out of the fitting room.

"What happened? I heard screams."

Joan of Arc's face flushed red, pretending she didn't know anything and asked.