The LoL System in Marvel

Banner pondered for a while what he said, and suddenly found that sometimes the old driver's words do always have some connotations.

"Is there an old driver who survived after seeing a ghost?" Banner asked again,

If you want to be a scientist, you first need a persistent heart. When you encounter problems that you don't understand, you have to rely on a lot of perseverance to improve your knowledge reserves.

"That's not true." Duo Pinde smiled a little far-fetched, and quietly changed the subject: "It is said that ghosts are very fierce."

"The old driver said it again?" Ryan glanced at him,

Although the old driver was quite famous in his previous life, it had nothing to do with catching ghosts.

"I heard from a passenger." Duo Pinde shook his head and said,

In fact, the reason why the old drivers know a lot about the local situation and gossip is because they run around the streets all day long, and they see more things.

The second is that they have a lot of contact with people every day, and it is always easier for people to open up chatterboxes in such a closed environment in the car.

"How fierce can it be?"

Ryan lay back down again, and asked perfunctorily.

This kind of gossip is just fun to listen to, but if you really put the information together, you will find that the words don't stand up to scrutiny at all.

"The people who were targeted by it can't even find their bodies." Duopinde said suspiciously; "There have been a lot fewer punks on the street recently, for fear that I might run into that red ghost when I go out."

"Maybe it's some new superhero in New York." Ryan raised his eyebrows,

Although he has not looked down on this meager happiness value so he has not come out of the mountain for a long time, but he vaguely remembers that Daredevil's uniform seems to be red,

In fact, if you think about it carefully, most superheroes seem to have a preference for red, such as Iron Man's armor, such as Peter Parker's spider suit, such as Thor's red cape...

Maybe this so-called ghost is a fledgling superhero.

"You can call him Ghost Man in the future." Ryan gave this junior a nickname.

"Superhero?" Duo Pinde pouted,

"Even if he wasn't a ghost, he wouldn't be a superhero. How can a superhero kill people so recklessly?"

"What do you know."

Ryan glanced at him. Sometimes he is an old driver, but when you have not come into contact with the threshold of a world, it is impossible for you to get news about that world through channels.

There are tens of thousands of superheroes in Marvel comics, what kind of superheroes are there?

"I......"

Duo Pinde was about to say something, but was interrupted by Ryan waving directly, "Don't talk about this, change the topic, is there any gossip recently?"

"There are gossips..." Duo Pinde continued.

I don't know how long it took, when the sun was only lingering in the sky, Ryan got up from his massage sofa, stretched his waist, and stopped Duo De, who hadn't said he was having fun,

"Let's talk about it tomorrow, let's stop today."

He picked up the teapot and water cup that he had put on the table, and just when he was about to turn around and go back to his cabin, a man suddenly walked by the unfinished fence, not very fast, walking with a limp, as if his legs It's not very neat.

"I think there is something on my side that you are absolutely interested in."

The soft afterglow printed Hank's face, the stubble on his chin hadn't been shaved, and his suit was a little wrinkled, like an old man who came home drunk at night.

"Hey, has Nick Fury completely given up on you now?" Ryan stopped and glanced at Hank, "He's also a senior agent anyway, it looks like a lazy guy who was kicked out by his wife is no different."

"The S.H.I.E.L.D. is broken, how can there be any senior agents?" Hank smiled wryly,

Although Nick Fury did not stop him from wanting to leave, as a real person, Hank is still in S.H.I.E.L.D. No, it should be called the relevant department now.

He stayed there for a few days, and hurried over after handing over all the work and materials that needed to be handed over to Hill.

Although S.H.I.E.L.D. has been split and disbanded, the size is there after all. Even if it has been streamlined and streamlined, there are still many things that need to be dealt with and paid attention to.

Hank rubbed his eyes that could not be opened, "Do you want to hear what I tell you now, or are you going to let me go to sleep and listen to it tomorrow, I haven't slept much for several days."

"Then where did you fool around a few days ago?" Ryan teased.

"With Hill..." Hank paused and corrected: "What is fooling around? We are doing business!"

"Oh..." Ryan dragged on a long ending, showing an expression that a man can understand, "I understand, I understand, it must be a very serious thing, and the body can bear it, right?"

After speaking, he glanced at the unshaven Hank again. Hill, as a flower of S.H.I.E.L.D., got stuck on this pile of cocks for some reason.

"......" Hank rubbed his temples helplessly, his old face turned slightly red. Fortunately, the light in the sunset was already reddish, so no one else could see it.

Lonely men and widows have been in the same room for so long, as long as one of them is not too ugly, it is actually normal to have a little affection, especially if they were originally in the same batch of S.H.I.E.L.D.

After going through life and death together many times in the next few years, some of the accumulated emotions will become more enthusiastic after they have an outlet to vent.

"Then I'll go to sleep first." Hank shook his head and was stopped by Ryan when he was about to enter Ryan's cabin.

"You live there." Ryan pointed to the newly built one. The previous one has now been transformed into an exclusive building for him and Skye.

"Aren't you curious about that?"

Hank walked halfway and suddenly turned around and asked.

"What?" Ryan asked casually. He had been listening to gossip and gossip all afternoon, and it was really hard for him to be curious about anything.

"New York has been a little unstable recently." Hank's voice was a little low, but his upright face made these words have no disturbing effect when they came out of his mouth.

"When has New York been safe?" Ryan rolled his eyes.

"Listen to me." Hank said a little dissatisfied, "There are rumors that a red ghost has appeared in New York."

Banner, who was still looking forward to it, shook his head after hearing this, and reminded: "We already know about this."

"You know?" Hank looked at Ryan.

"I know, and I know more than you think." Ryan replied.

"...All right." Hank shook his head in embarrassment, the tiredness deep in his mind made his consciousness a little heavy, "Then I'll go to sleep first, and we'll talk about it tomorrow."

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