Rise of the Lord God of Marvel

Early the next morning, Busujima Saeko was completely shocked when she opened the door.

In the middle of the hall was a small box made of foam sound-absorbing material. The whole box was still shaking crazily. It seemed that the generator inside had been running for some time.

Looking along the generator, you can see the power strip that has been assembled piece by piece. The assembly is stylish and looks like it was produced by a major factory.

The power strip was filled with various plugs, and these plugs were connected to some devices that Busujima Saeko couldn't understand.

It can't be said that she can't understand it at all. Some of the labels on the device can still remind her that these are the things she took out from her personal space yesterday.

Looking further, I finally saw something that I could understand. Three computers were placed in front of Ivan Vanke's eyes.

Tiptoeing to avoid the messy wires, Busujima Saeko came to the sleeping Ivan Vanko and Ethan and glanced at the computer screen curiously.

Well, it's all a sacred book. The things in it are beyond the scope of Busujima Saeko's understanding. She is just a Japanese high school student. Let alone connecting them together, she can't even recognize the above things when they are taken apart.

"Ahem, wake up, wake up!"

After coughing twice, Busujima Saeko pushed the two sleeping guys awake.

"Um..."

Ethan rubbed his eyes and looked at the face in front of him in confusion, "You're up...Is it morning yet?"

"It's already nine o'clock in the morning. What did you do last night? I feel like I'm in a scientific research studio!" Busujima Saeko was confused from the first moment he went out.

"I didn't do much. I just spliced ​​some equipment, fixed some problems, and compiled a few small programs. The efficiency was decent." Ivan Vanke said after taking a look around.

Is this called efficiency?

Busujima Saeko can't even imagine what it would be like if we didn't work together. Give these two people more things and they can build airplanes with their bare hands. This is not in compliance with the Basic Law!

"Wait...what happened to your face? Why is it so dark?" Saeko Busujima asked, looking at the black patches on Ivan Vanko's face.

"Black?! That's impossible. I got the injection yesterday. It can't spread. You must have mutated, right?" Ethan pushed Busujima Saeko away and nervously came closer.

Ivan Vanke was stunned for a moment, then turned on his auxiliary combat system. The blood bar was the same as when he got the injection last night, without any decline.

Then I touched my face again, and it felt oily.

"Maybe it's engine oil or something." Ivan Vanko said.

"It seems true." Ethan buttoned the black substance and smelled his hand. It was indeed the smell of engine oil, but in addition to the smell of engine oil, he also smelled a fishy smell.

He raised his head and looked at Ivan Vanke, "How long has it been since you washed or cut your hair?"

"It must have been two months ago that I had my hair cut. I washed my hair... I washed it in the park fountain half a month ago." Ivan Vanko recalled.

"Is your world so scary? Scientists can only go to the park fountain to wash their hair?" Busujima Saeko was surprised again. Could it be that the people in Ivan Vanke's place have already exploded IQs? His IQ is just a wanderer.

Chinese?

"He is quite special." Ethan said sheepishly, then turned to look at Ivan Vanke, "Hurry up and find a shop down there, get a haircut, rinse it, and then come back!"

"It's not necessary, I don't smell anything." Ivan Vanke said after twitching the tip of his nose twice.

Ethan glared at this guy, Ivan Vanke sighed and finally accepted Ethan's suggestion.

Pushing open the wooden door, the sunlight directly hit the faces of Busujima Saeko and Ivan Vanko. Ethan had to deal with the work left yesterday and sort out the medicine for Ivan Vanko, so he did not go out.

After leaving the closed space, Busujima Saeko silently took two steps to the side. Only now did she smell the smell of Ivan Vanko, which was comparable to the smell of zombies.

"I'm going to buy breakfast, what do you want to eat?" Busujima Saeko asked.

"You can eat whatever you want, just bring me a bottle of wine, just the Erguotou from China." Ivan Vanke smacked his lips, a little nostalgic for the Erguotou he bought when he was wandering in New York.

"Are you sure?" Busujima Saeko said, pointing to the room behind her.

"...Forget about drinking, quit, I quit." After Ivan Vanke finished speaking, he sighed in his heart, Ethan was too lenient, and he was very talkative.

Busujima Saeko turned his head and smiled. He didn't expect that such a tall and thick man as Ivan Vanko would be eaten to death by Ethan, who was slightly smaller than him.

The two came to Jiangbao's barber shop.

When Chanbako saw Busujima Saeko, he silently lifted up his pants and said, "Miss, do you want to cut your hair?"

"No, it's his haircut. Let's clean it up for him. I'll pay the bill later." After saying that, Busujima Saeko left quickly. The smell was too strong.

"Uncle Agui, good morning." Busujima Saeko greeted him very warmly.

"Good morning, what do you want to eat?" When Agui spoke, his hands did not stop.

At nine o'clock, most people in the Pig Cage Walled City have already started working, but there are still a small number of people who work the night shift outside and have just returned now.

"Here are three bowls of pork noodles, six fried dough sticks, and two sugar cakes." Busujima Saeko glanced at the fried stall and said.

"Okay, pack it or take it away?"

"Eat a bowl of noodles here, pack the rest, just give it to me first." After Busujima Saeko said that, he found a stall and sat down.

At this time, Feng Xiaogang had just walked out of a top nightclub.

He was relieved. He had been worried all night about whether a big force would end up in person. After meeting the people behind him, he felt reassured. The Japanese seemed to have reached some agreement with the government.

, began to gradually withdraw support to the Ax Gang. To put it simply, the Ax Gang was sold by the Japanese at a good price.

"Gang leader, where are you going next?"

"Where are you going? Go home. Also, give me a backup gift. I'm going to find a chance to see Ah Tan. It must be a bad feeling to be betrayed and betrayed by others, and then be insulted, hahaha." Feng Xiaogang's laughter was full of sarcasm.

"Okay, gang leader, what do you think of a big gold-plated clock as a gift?"

Feng Xiaogang looked at the person in front of him in surprise, then patted him on the shoulder, "You're a good young man, you have a bright future. I'm optimistic about you, go and prepare."

"Thank you for the compliment, I just got a little bit of your wisdom." The younger brother continued to lick to death. It seems that the Ax Gang is about to fall, and the Crocodile Gang will definitely be the final winner. How long will it take if I don't lick it now?

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Licking the dog, licking the dog, licking everything until the end.