The God of Injustice in Marvel

After the arrogant and domineering thin man with glasses finished speaking, he slowly walked through the center of the venue. He was holding a glass of red wine and seemed very polite, but in fact he glanced at every face and met every pair of eyes in a stiff and cold manner.

See.

No one could look at him for more than a second.

Everyone lowered their heads, held up their glasses and pretended to drink, or studied the patterns of shoes and carpets.

They are just ordinary black marketeers who do some shameful things that cannot be put on the table.

The thin man with glasses was certainly not a vicious villain, nor did he have any so-called aura.

They are afraid of him and unabashedly express a certain degree of surrender, mainly because of the company behind him that he represents.

Osborne Bio.

A company that is involved in many aspects such as biopharmaceuticals and chemicals, and is also related to low-level black market businessmen and high-level military personnel, is definitely more than an ordinary listed company on the surface.

Moreover, Osborne Biology is only one of the industries of the Osborne family.

Someone noticed something keenly.

It's...weapons! Ordnance!

Osborne recently established a new weapons research and development department...

Thinking about the huge market demand created by Stark Industries after withdrawing from the weapons business, why did Osborn Biotech take over so much, even in such a hurry, and take the initiative to reveal its transaction information and bottom line, in order to be seen by these people?

It is completely understandable that a black marketeer who cares about money is beaten to death.

As for being humble, you should not bow your head, and you should not lose face.

As long as you can make money, then everything is fine.

Make money, don’t be shabby~

…………

His eyes scanned these businessmen who were constantly exchanging glances.

The man with glasses, who represented Osborne's creature, knew in his heart that these guys were negotiating a price in a familiar way and were preparing to bite off a piece of meat from his body!

But he doesn't care. He is only responsible for getting all the aliens back to his company. Everything else is easy to deal with.

To tell the truth, it’s just a matter of money. He’s not the one providing the money anyway. Is Osborn Biotech short of money?

Walking to the end of the conference room next to the glass, the man with glasses held the wine glass reservedly and proudly, and said with all his strength: "Since no one objects, then we are all the same..."

"I am against this marriage!"

A voice suddenly sounded behind him!

"I object too. I've been listening to it for a long time. This is not a math class at all!"

Bang bang bang!

The sound of breaking glass.

"Who is that! Open the door...open the window. My pants are at your house."

Turning around in surprise and confusion, the man with glasses was a little confused...

This is the 32nd floor!

Outside the window?!

"Hou Li Crab! What is this...!"

He took a few steps back and spilled the drink in his glass. The man with glasses was startled by the dozens of cat heads with bright eyes that were piled up outside the window!

In a hurry, I discovered that there was a turtle at the top of the "Cat Tower"!

What's going on!

Are there so many rats in this hotel?

He didn't notice that among the black market traders behind him, someone looked strange and took out his mobile phone.

"Did...did I hear wrongly?"

But I really listen...

"Hey! Yes, I'm talking about you. What are you looking at!"

The man with glasses was surprised to see...

The cat actually started talking!

"I'm deaf! I didn't hear anything. I asked you to open the window! I'm very busy!"

What a curse word! He was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do...

"No. 5, can you be smarter? If you don't go in, the main body will kill everyone in a while. How can I practice my skills!"

Bang!!

"ah--!"

The thickened special glass window was smashed directly by the turtle's claws, and the broken glass shards flew over and scratched the bespectacled man's face.

"Don't move, don't..."

Bang! Another loud noise!

The closed door was broken open from the outside, and a man in a black suit fell to the ground bleeding like a gourd.

“Wuhu!!”

At the open door, with a loud shout, a masked man wearing a hat and a trench coat walked in.

In his hand, he was also holding a blood-stained long knife.

"Does anyone want to cut the cake?"

Leon said.

…………

It is not difficult to deal with the large number of bodyguards outside the door. What is difficult is not to make them say anything.

Otherwise, wouldn’t Lyon’s [perfect appearance moment] be ruined?

Fortunately, Wood Release is easy to use.

Using the last guy who tried to pull out a gun as a key, Leon opened the door and made a perfect appearance!

…

He stretched out his hand to hold a knife and flower, and splashed blood on the face of the old man next to him.

"Sorry."

Leon said sheepishly: "I promise to use your own in a while, absolutely..."

"Who are you!"

Why do people always ask such SB questions at this time?!

And you interrupted me!?

Punching the knife on the ground, Leon tilted his head: "I am Liang Zhichao's grandma, have you heard of it?"

He raised the long knife and threw it directly onto the guy's chest.

"This is what interrupted my train of thought... Oh, shit!"

Dense bullets were fired, and everyone present, from the bodyguards to the people protected by the bodyguards, all shot at Leon with all their might.

Only three people did not move.

One is the unlucky guy who has a knife stuck in his chest and can only breathe out but not in.

One is the phone guy who immediately took out his phone after seeing the black cat, and now stands aside with his hands raised.

There was also a guy with glasses who was lying on the ground with a bunch of watching cats standing on his body and a turtle on his head, his face covered in blood but he didn't dare to move.

…

After the gunfire, the masked man who was so flamboyant just now fell to the ground and was as motionless as the unlucky guy who was stabbed to death by him.

Everyone let out a big sigh of relief.

Someone looked back at the guy with his hands raised and a calm expression, and said sarcastically: "Ha! It seems that SHIELD is not all..."

"I wouldn't think so if I were you."

The guy who was actually a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent still raised his hands high and replied with a calm expression: "It's a pity that you raise your hands now, it seems to be too late."

"What did you say..."

"He said——"

Leon stabbed him in the back with a knife from behind, and the tip of the knife passed through his chest.

"He said, I will suddenly get up and stab you to death with this knife."

With people from SHIELD present, it would be pointless for Leon to play anymore.

"Are you from S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"Yes, Mr. Night Watchman."

"Hey, your level is not low yet!"

"I am a level six field agent, directly under..."

"What are you here for?"

"Selling Chitauri corpses. The director's intention..."

"Go squat over there."

"yes."

It's flowing smoothly!

Putting down his hands, he calmly walked to the bespectacled man who had not dared to look up yet and squatted down next to him who seemed to have a few more wounds on his face. This level 6 field agent of SHIELD acted extremely sensible from beginning to end.

At first glance, you can tell that you have seen the world!

"Then, it's time to take care of you."

Leon drew out his long knife and pierced the other man's chest like lightning. He looked at his glasses that were gradually losing their luster and said slowly.

……………………

Leon actually took care of this group of people very quickly. The main time-consuming and labor-intensive process was during the interrogation.

After everything was settled, Leon seemed to suddenly remember that there was still someone from SHIELD and Osborn Creatures alive over there.

While he was busy, the clones were also busy and had been "chatting" with these two for a long time.

"You're still squatting! You can leave if you want, I won't keep you to eat."

Leon wiped the knife with a piece of tie and walked towards this side.

The SHIELD agent tried to get up.

I failed to get up and my legs were numb from squatting.

He smiled bitterly and said, "If you don't mind, I think I might want to sit down for a while."

Leon is not that unreasonable person~~

Just sit there for a while. It won't affect you.

After blasting away a large number of clones who were not doing anything serious but causing trouble for him, he kicked the clone that had turned into a black turtle out of the broken window with one kick. Leon squatted down and patted the side of the glasses man's face.

.

"Can I talk to you?"

"Can, can, can! You ask!"

As soon as the glasses guy got up, he knelt on the ground and began to surrender: "I won't hide anything!"

I really can't blame him for being cowardly.

The whole room is about to turn red, and everyone has to think twice about changing it.

Leon picked up the glasses from the ground for him and put them on him again.

Without the real body, I don’t know what to call him.

"I just heard you say that you are an Osborne creature? What do you want to do here?"

The bespectacled man told all of his company's leaders' plans to enter the weapons industry, and also talked about the integration of biotechnology companies as if they were pouring beans into words.

There really was no concealment at all. Du Leon asked this question from the beginning to the end, and this guy himself explained all the questions that Leon would ask later.

"Well... then I probably know. Thank you!"

"Need not……"

After breaking his neck, Leon stood up, looked out the window, and thought about the problem.

Osborne is not a rare name, but if it is [Osborne Creature], there should be only one.

Norman Osborne.

That is, Spider-Man's old rival: the Green Goblin.

Because the movie came out too early, Leon's impression of Spider-Man was still that of the first-generation Spider-Man.

In the movie version of the first generation Spider-Man, his friends are rich, handsome and also his sworn enemies. The trilogy condenses into one sentence: with great power comes great responsibility.

In the second generation of The Amazing Spider-Man, his friends are short, rich and ugly, but they are not enemies. The trilogy also condenses into one sentence: Are you worse off than me? Who can be worse off than me!

As for the third generation of Spider-Man, that is, the little Spider-Man in the MCU, his friend is short, ugly, poor, and fat. All appearances condensed into one sentence: My father, Iron Man!

To be honest, at least in terms of Spider-Man's personal character completion, they screwed up.

All that's left of that character is the mouth.

The first generation of Spider-Man just didn't have a mouth.

The difference is really huge.

Regarding the first generation of Spider-Man, I like it all the time, but it was so long ago that Leon's impression is no longer very clear. Instead, it was the Green Goblin on a skateboard: Norman Osborn, who impressed Leon deeply.

How can a flying skateboard that can spit fire and have sound effects be so cool if it can spin silk in its hands?

If his skateboard could also spin silk... that would be perfect!

It is for this reason that Leon was deeply impressed by the character of the Green Goblin.

In his memory, the original intention of the creation of Osborne Biotechnology seemed to be to allow Norman Osborne to better adapt to what he had become...

Um?!

In other words, Norman Osborn has become the Green Goblin?

Leon couldn't help scratching his head, why didn't he hear any sound? We were both in the Big Apple City. Although Leon often hung out in Hell's Kitchen and didn't often open up "battlefields" in other urban areas, there was still something special about throwing pumpkin bombs on a skateboard.

He's a green guy all over his body. If he does something bad, it doesn't seem to be so easy to hide it!

These two pieces of information seem to be somewhat conflicting.

This is very embarrassing. Asking Leon to send people to see Mephisto, who is good at it, and asking him to analyze the intelligence would be a bit difficult for him.

Counting down everything that Lyon has done since his "debut", there have been so many times that he has suffered losses due to intelligence matters. He has been forced to go to an intelligence broker to "buy" intelligence.

It's not that he doesn't want to study this aspect, he really doesn't know how.

"It's a pity. I wish I hadn't killed him just now..."

Leon felt a little regretful. Otherwise, how could he have asked anything else from this guy...

Right!

There seems to be someone else in this room!

Leon turned his head and looked at the corner of the room.

As expected of a senior field agent of SHIELD, he has indeed seen the world!

He really didn’t leave, but he was rubbing his legs somewhere!

"Come here and help me analyze a matter. I'll give you 20 yuan."

It seems that I didn't expect that the night watchman who met Lyon today would not only survive, but also earn 20 yuan in extra money!

The SHIELD agent with a strange expression took a few steps forward and began to listen to Leon talk about his problem.

Afterwards, he pondered for a while and quickly gave Lyon his own answer: "My experience is that if this person is the bad guy you mentioned, he should have come out to cause trouble long ago, and other evidence also shows that he

It should be so, but there is no sign of it.

Assuming that the information is correct, there are only two most likely scenarios.

One is that he is indeed committing some crimes, but they are not within the scope of your... um, deterrence, or he has disguised himself.

Second, he has other important matters at this time, either his life is in danger, or something that is conducive to his crime."

"Beautiful! Oh! I'm sorry!"

Leon couldn't control his strength. This slap on his shoulder might have hurt...

"Okay, I'll leave first then. You can ask Fury for the 20 yuan, just ask for the consulting fee I mentioned."

With a friendly wave, Leon flew out of the broken window.

The sixth-level field agent with a wry smile quickly stopped his smile as he looked at Leon who was gradually receding into the distance. He glanced left and right, took out his cell phone from his pocket, and dialed a number.

"I met the Night Watchman, yes, now. He..."

He raised his head and looked in that direction: "He may have gone to the Osborne Group."

When he was about to put away his cell phone, the sixth-level field agent suddenly thought of something else and hurriedly added: "By the way, I suggest..."

He turned back, looked at the room that had basically turned red, and said solemnly: "I suggest that the assassination level of the night watchman be increased by one level."

Some things are more useful to see than to hear.