The ghostly brave man mixed in American comics

The black spider's eyes staring at Lance showed a hint of danger, and then quickly calmed down.

"Please follow me." She made a gesture of invitation and turned and walked in the other direction, ignoring the companion who was about to see God.

Lance did not hesitate and hummed a ditty and followed behind the black spider.

Through the corridor and the work area, there was no one else on the entire floor except those who were before and the two of them.

After walking for about seven or eight minutes, the two came to a hidden independent elevator door, and the woman entered the password and walked in, and there were no buttons inside, so Lance did not know how many floors the target was.

"How much does your boss pay you a month?"

"Is Walt studying super-soldier serum?"

"I heard that the quality of your previous arms products was not up to par before it was brushed down by the military?"

"How many floors is this going to?"

"The grapevine says you're going to put together a team of superheroes, are you thinking about bringing in the Hulk?"

"I heard that there is an agent named Black Widow, did you copy her?" Your figure is not very good!

"Look at my face, can I debut from you?"

Why don't you talk to me? If you're willing to spend a little more time getting to know me, you'll find that it took a little more time.

The chattering Lance asked all kinds of strange questions, not noticing that the black spider's originally vicious eyes gradually became godless and empty.

It seemed that some Lance's broken mouth could not stand it, and after the elevator stopped, the black spider fled as soon as the door opened.

However, Lance followed behind the black spider unhurriedly, his mouth still chattering.

"Your mother's surname?"

"Is your surname Hei?"

"What about your dad? I was an orphan and had never met my parents.

"Do you look like your dad or your mom?"

"How old is this year? Have you ever considered retiring home to retire? "

Does Walt pay Medicare?"

Under the verbal attack of Lance, the black spider finally couldn't help but stop and turn his head to stare at Lance, and those bloodshot eyes stared at Lance deadly, and almost spewed out flames.

"Why are you staring at me? I'm just asking you some questions. Lance looked at the black spider reasonably, "I didn't do anything wrong!" The

black spider gritted his teeth and looked at Lance, his eyes flashing with anger, and it seemed that there was a tendency to erupt at any time.

"Don't stare at me."

Lance looked frightened, "I'm really just curious to ask, don't be so irritable." Taking

two deep breaths to calm his mood, the black spider stopped looking at him, turned and quickened his pace and walked forward.

Two minutes later, she led Lance into what looked like a conference room.

There is a table and seven seats inside.

However, only one person sat in his seat, and several other strange costumes stood behind him,

"BOSS."

The woman walked to the side of the main seat and bowed respectfully, and then stood with several people behind her.

The old black man sitting on the main throne dressed in a suit and leather shoes, looking like an elegant gentleman, reached out and nodded on the table.

"Sit down, young man, introduce yourself, you can call me Stan, Stan Edgar, CEO of Walt Corporation."

"So, you're Walter's boss?" Lance didn't care to pull away a chair and sit on it, kneeling Erlang's legs, looking like a hanger.

"Yes, I am."

Stan nodded, but his eyes and tone never changed, and his eyes kept looking at him.

Although he has a lot of intelligence information in his hands, he does not know the source of his power and cannot see through it.

This teenager

At the age of less than nineteen, how can he have such great strength? How much power does he have in his body?

If he can be captured alive for human experiments, perhaps Walt can go international....

"Since that's the case, then there's no need for me to talk nonsense with you anymore, where is Xuan Se?"

"Walt is not a soft persimmon to be manipulated." Stan's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of danger.

"Oh? So what do you want? IMHO, I'm a little curious where exactly did I offend your Walt company?

Lance, who tore open a watermelon bubble wave, chewed a few mouthfuls, and continued with an inquiring look on his face: "I have no grievances with you, but you have dealt with me again and again?"

The sudden question silenced Stan and burst into laughter a few seconds later, filled with disdain and mockery.

"Zumas, do you remember? From the moment he was ruined by you, he was already doomed to death. "

What?" Lance frowned.

"How? Not impressed? Captain America, the president, and the woman... Have you forgotten everything? There was a hint of indifference in Stan's eyes, as if Lance in front of him had become a dead man.

Langston suddenly realized.

I see!

It was also the first case I received about a special person!

"So this is a ghost behind your back?"

"Do you finally get it? I have to say, your IQ disappoints me! Stan sighed and shook his head.

"Huh... The game between chess players, but was broken by me, a pawn, traced back to the roots of the Zumas you arranged in front of the stage, the power of the network made him lose everything, so your Walt company deliberately retaliated against me with a grudge?

He finally understood where the contradiction between himself and Walt was, because he sabotaged Walt's plan to dismiss the president, and the vice president he personally supported also stepped down, and a series of problems caused Walt Company to lose a lot.

"If it weren't for you, our superhero program would have gone very smoothly and would have swept the world, but alas..." Stan shook his head, his face filled with sadness and pain.

Water, which could have grown in his own hands, needed to re-plan the course of development.

"What surprises me a little is that your strength is not bad, although I am a little surprised to have a relationship with S.H.I.E.L.D., and it is your luck to seriously injure Xuanshi, but you are indeed a material worth studying..."

I'm afraid you can't do this yet?

The corners of Lance's mouth outlined a curve: "How about you hand over the Xuan color, I can minimize your losses, how?"

"Young man, don't be too arrogant!"

Stan stood up, his body bent slightly, his hands in front of him, and stared at Lance with a fierce glare.

"Hah! Not arrogant or young? "