Pokémon Invasion Marvel

Emerson received the reply with a smile on his face.

He carefully held the candle spirit on his shoulders and whispered to him.

"It's time for us to go out. People outside have been waiting for a long time."

"spirit!"

Emerson left with Zhuhuoling. On the way out, he saw the cow carcasses piled all over the ground on the first floor.

I couldn't help but have a deeper understanding of the power of the candle spirit.

The room he was in just now couldn't see the door due to its orientation.

Therefore, it was only at this time that he realized how much blood and energy was consumed by the birth of the Zhuhuo Ling.

Walking out of the gate of the slaughterhouse, Emerson saw Aning looking up eagerly.

However, after Aning ran to him, Emerson refused her approach.

The Candlelight Spirit has just been born and cannot fully control itself yet.

If Aning gets too close to him, he will inevitably have his life force sucked out of him.

Nowadays, Emerson can be said to be closed to strangers.

After getting his signal, Aning took the initiative to retreat a little distance, and then looked at him doubtfully.

Emerson explained the reason with a wry smile and pointed to the candle spirit on his shoulder.

"What happened just now was all because of the birth of this little guy."

"spirit!"

As soon as Emerson finished speaking, Zhuhuoling's dissatisfied voice rang out, obviously dissatisfied with what Emerson said about him.

"It's not your fault."

Emerson quickly touched his little flame to comfort him.

The fireworks of the candlelight spirit are, to others, a life-threatening Yama.

But for Emerson, there is no harm at all, so he can touch it at will.

The newly born Zhuhuo Ling still has the nature of a child and becomes happy after being comforted for a while.

"Spirit! Spirit!"

Although Wilson and Aning were a little surprised by Zhuhuo Ling, they could still accept it.

But Mad Dog and the others looked in disbelief.

"Damn it, even the candles turned into spirits!"

The mad dog was surprised and cursed unconsciously.

When he spoke, Emerson also noticed him.

"Mad Dog, take someone inside to clean it up."

Looking at Aning, Emerson arranged for Mad Dog to clean up inside the slaughterhouse.

Anyone can do this job, but Emerson has his own purpose.

Originally, he planned to let the mad dog experience the power of the elves, but now this situation is obviously unrealistic.

I can only show him sideways in this way.

What happened was just as Emerson expected. After the mad dog led the people into the slaughterhouse, they were all shocked by the scene in front of them.

At a glance, there were shriveled cow carcasses everywhere.

They were all there when the cattle were driven in.

Every one of those strong bulls is in his eyes.

But now, each one of them has turned into beef jerky.

Emerson only cares about the results, not the process. As long as the mad dog sees the scene inside, his goal will be achieved.

He turned to look at Wilson aside and asked.

"Wilson, has your elf hatched?"

"I think it's almost time. Recently, I feel like he's about to come out of his shell."

Upon hearing Emerson's question, Wilson thought of the elf egg he had placed in a stove, and said hesitantly.

"That will be soon. You have signed a contract with the elf inside, so you will be able to sense it."

Emerson nodded knowingly, but still gave Wilson some instructions.

"Don't leave during this period. Just stay by the elf egg's side and wait for it to hatch."

"good."

Wilson was always convinced by Emerson's words and immediately nodded in agreement.

"Old Jack, I'm sorry for what happened this time, and I will compensate for all the losses.

Keep this token and come to me if you need anything in the future. I won’t refuse if I can do it.”

Finally, Emerson turned his attention to Old Jack, who had been looking at the slaughterhouse silently, and handed over a business card.

If Tony Stark were here, he would find that this business card is exactly the same as the one Emerson gave him.

Emerson's business card was actually left to Old Jack's son. He knew that the other party would definitely use it.

Mad Dog and others were left behind to assist Old Jack with follow-up work, and Emerson and the others left first.

By this time, what happened here should have spread.

Since they didn't want to cause any trouble, it was time to leave.

"I understand, okay, I'll take care of it."

On the way, Wilson received a call from his partner.

Putting down the phone, he looked at Emerson.

"What's the matter?"

Emerson was confused by what he saw and asked in confusion.

"That subordinate of yours is really crazy!"

Wilson didn't say anything, just sighed.

"That guy, what good things did he do again!"

Emerson didn't react, but Aning did. He immediately knew who Wilson was talking about and asked in a bad tone.

"Five people were shot dead in the downtown area and now they are wanted."

Wilson replied quietly.

Now he has no intention of recruiting this man who has his eyes on him.

This kind of behavior is no different from that of terrorists.

Although he is also a big boss in the dark world, even he would not do such a blatant thing.

You must know that the reason why darkness exists is because light does not want to shine, not because it cannot.

Many people who were once more powerful than Wilson have declined and disappeared.

In the city of New York, he can be said to be the most senior person.

His ability to survive until now depends on being cautious!

It's not like Wilson has never crossed the line before, but he handles it well every time.

The methods are rigorous and impeccable.

"Let him leave with me. He can't stay in New York City anymore."

At this time, Emerson also understood the whole story and put forward his own opinions.

If this matter becomes too big, they cannot suppress it with their current strength.

Although the mad dog killed a few gangsters, he had always done all kinds of evil, so he had already deserved his death.

But the law does not have the status of lynching, and the mad dog has become a thorn in the eyes of the entire New York police.

"Emerson, where are you going?"

Wilson didn't know Emerson's plan. Hearing him suddenly say that he wanted to leave, he asked curiously.

"Antarctica!

I left this time for hunting training, and I happened to take Mad Dog with me to let him go outside to avoid the limelight."

Emerson was not only answering Wilson's question, but also explaining it to Aning.

Although he had already mentioned this to Aning, he did not reveal his destination.

Wilson saw his deep meaning, showed him a smile that I understood, and began to close his eyes and rest, giving them time to communicate.

Aning was more generous than Emerson imagined. She did not dwell on this problem, but began to help him plan the necessary equipment.

Emerson is not going on a trip this time, but will go deep into the polar regions. The equipment he needs to carry must be carefully prepared.