The Natural Disaster Mixed In Marvel

Chapter 371 When chatterbox meets chatterbox=Ancient God Whispers

"Dr. Ethan is right..." Dr. Banner nodded silently.

...

Under the "persuasion" of a group of scientific researchers.

Angelo finally agreed to their proposal.

"Okay, then I'll talk to Wade Wilson later, but I can't guarantee success." Angelo shrugged and said to several researchers.

Everyone else nodded yes.

After Dr. Ethan and Dr. Banner returned to the underground laboratory for research with a bottle of "ship new version" of Extremis virus, Norman Osborn came up.

He pointed to a box of Extremis virus on the table, and whispered to An Qiluo, "Angelo, these fourth-stage Extremis viruses, I have only experimented on mice, and have not done human experiments. It’s best to do some human experiments before using it..."

After Norman Osborn made the finished product according to the recipe in the USB flash drive, he only used a small white mouse for the experiment.

Back then, Angelo had watched the live TV broadcast of saving the White House for the second time in Washington. In that video, the "Fire Man" Killian's resilience was extremely terrifying, and the high temperature on his body alone , Visual inspection is enough to melt most of the equipment in the laboratory!

The fact that An Qiluo could easily kill the Extremis virus experiment does not mean that he can also kill it so easily. If a death row prisoner is used for the experiment, there is a risk of losing control...

So in the end Norman Osborn only used mice for his experiments.

It was just this little white mouse that Norman Osborn took a lot of effort to clean up in the final cleanup!

It was frozen with liquid nitrogen, then crushed by a shredder, and finally even a satellite was used to bring the remaining residue into space and become space junk before it was completely cleaned up.

It can be seen that Norman Osborn's caution was not aimless. If human beings are used for experiments, the complex brain of human beings will make it more troublesome to clean up.

Although Angelo didn't know the twists and turns, he couldn't help rubbing his swollen temples after hearing Norman Osborn's words.

Human experiments, although we know that this is the only way of biological science, but it is difficult to make people feel good about it, and even get bored unconsciously.

At that time, if the target of this experiment was Deadpool, the chatterbox, there would be no problem!

Anyway, as long as the curse is still on this guy, he won't die. Even if he is blasted to pieces, he can still heal, a perfect experimental body that can be used infinitely.

But what makes Angelo feel troublesome now is the attitude of Deadpool, the "experimental subject".

According to Deadpool's normal personality, as long as the money is in place, he can do any posture, not to mention experimenting with these potions, even if he is asked to tie himself to a rocket and throw him into space, he will agree.

But unfortunately, today I don't know which brain of Deadpool was wrong, and he actually rejected the monetary compensation he proposed before.

This made An Qiluo a little unsure.

Angelo doesn't know how to talk about this topic with Deadpool now to get Deadpool to agree to this matter, he can't catch Deadpool and tie him to the bed...

after all……

"Damn, twisted melon, not sweet..." An Qiluo sighed.

Who knows, in the next second, a faint sentence came from An Qiluo's side, "...but quench your thirst."

Angelo turned his head and found that it was little Harry standing beside him, with a somewhat complicated expression on his face.

"Huh? Harry?" Angelo was stunned, and found that he was alone, and then scanned the church again with his mental power. "Why did you come back by yourself, what about the two of them?"

It was found that the little spider was chatting with Deadpool on the roof of the church. Judging from the expressions of the two, it seemed that the chat was very speculative.

Little Spider Peter: "I think the red suit looks better. It would be even better if you can add a little black element..."

Deadpool: "I think Hell's Kitchen is actually very good, at least the top-up cards for strip clubs and pimp nightclubs are universal..."

Little spider Peter: "I want to go to Queens to have a look at night, I heard that there seems to be something unusual there..."

Deadpool: "Well, let's go somewhere to have a look at night, I hope that the membership cards of strip clubs and nightclubs will not be too high..."

Angelo: ...

Good guy, everyone chatting with each other, but they can still talk together? What should I say? Is it really worthy of being a chatterbox?

An Qiluo listened to the two chatterboxes chattering on the roof in the mental power model, and couldn't help cutting off the mental power link.

Then he glanced at Harry Osborn in front of him with pity.

At this moment, the complex expression on Harry's face had changed and he stopped talking. He wanted to open his mouth to answer Mr. Priest's question several times, but in the end he swallowed his words because he really didn't know how to describe the two friends.

Harry: I have two friends, one is a chatterbox and the other is a chatterbox...

I seem to be redundant, so shall I go?

"Okay, you don't need to talk, Harry." Angelo smiled behind his back, and gave poor Harry a pitiful look, "I already know, it's not your fault, let Peter talk to him, I think They chatted very well."

It is also a talent to be able to chat across servers, each talking about their own.

Obviously, Harry as a normal person does not have this talent.

...

Norman Osborn and Harry left after having a meal in the church at noon.

Until Osborn and his son left, the two people at the top of the church did not come down and were still chatting.

After lunch, An Qiluo couldn't hold back any longer, he climbed up to the roof himself, and found two people who were chatting with each other, but also had a good chat.

"Peter, today's weather is so good, it looks like a good day to go to a nightclub..."

"Wade, what would you like to have for lunch? It is said that the new fast food restaurant opened by Uncle Alexei is not bad..."

"Oh~ I think it would be a good idea to go to a strip club after going to a nightclub!"

"Yes, there is indeed something wrong with Queens recently. There are piles of sand in New York City, and I analyzed the composition of the sand. It is not sea sand, but composed of quartz and conglomerate, which can only be found in deserts. There is sand..."

An Qiluo standing behind the two people: ...

Hearing that the two of them were not in the right place, An Qiluo was still able to sit here and have an unfinished conversation, his whole body was about to burst apart...

He felt that if he stopped for a while, he would be infected with schizophrenia, so he couldn't help but interrupt the conversation between the little spider and Deadpool.

"Ahem, interrupt me..." An Qiluo coughed twice, attracting the two people's attention.

"Eh? Mr. Priest, why are you here?" The little spider was still very polite, and immediately stood up and looked at Angelo.

As for Deadpool...

"Damn, why are you here! We had a good chat, don't worry, Peter is a nice friend!" Deadpool glanced at Angelo angrily, "What? What's the matter?"

Angelo...

You guys talk about your own things. Is this a good chat?

An Qiluo was completely unable to understand the brain circuit of the other party.

"Ahem, Peter, it's okay. I told you to go down for dinner, and I want to ask Wade a question by the way." Angelo paused, and then continued, "Wade, I won't bother you after I finish asking questions. , you should continue talking to Peter..."

Hearing Angelo's words, the expression on Peter's face immediately became a little embarrassed, "Ah~ Mr. Priest, have you already had lunch? How dare you come and call us in person..."

Angelo waved his hand at the shy child, signaling him not to care, and then looked at Deadpool.

"Wade, I came up to you to ask if you have any intention of looking for a job, um... a very stable job..."

...

Finally, after a period of bargaining, Angelo finally reached a consensus with Deadpool.

Angelo didn't fool Deadpool by telling him that work is a human experiment, and Deadpool didn't understand human experiments like normal people, and immediately turned his face, but started a serious bargain with Angelo.

Hearing that, the little spider who was eating silently next to him looked horrified.

What is the origin of this new friend of mine, why does it seem...a bit abnormal?

In the end, the two reached a consensus, Angelo brought the contract, and after confirming the remuneration in the contract repeatedly, Deadpool picked up the pen, signed his name on it, and embarked on the path of human biotechnology. The path of research contribution modest.

The monthly salary in the contract is not particularly high, only half a million dollars a month, paid by Angelo.

There is also an additional condition, that is, the joint diamond membership card of the nightclub and strip club in Hell's Kitchen. Not only can you accumulate points for each consumption, but you can also get a 30% discount.

The focus of the two people's bargaining just now was mainly on this. On the issue of this membership card, Deadpool showed extraordinary persistence and bottom line, and did not give up a single step.

There was no other way, Angelo could only get up and go to the owner of the nightclub, Rayleigh, to ask for a diamond membership card after accepting the contract.

If it is through normal channels, this kind of diamond membership card is already the highest level of membership card in the nightclub, and it needs to spend a certain amount of points to upgrade step by step from the lowest level of ordinary membership.

Of course, when Angelo went to Rayleigh to ask for a membership card, he asked for an unregistered diamond membership card, so I won’t repeat it here.

...

After Angelo returned to the church, he handed a diamond membership card to Deadpool, and Deadpool, as if he had found a treasure, even hid the membership card in his crotch directly in front of Angelo.

Angelo: ...

Next, Deadpool took the little spider to the roof of the church and continued to "chat", without the slightest awareness of being an "infinite experimental subject".

He only left a sentence for An Qiluo, "When you want to experiment, just call me..."

Now is not the best time to experiment with the Extremis virus in the fourth stage. It is still necessary to wait for Dr. Ethan and Dr. Banner to fully grasp the formula of the Extremis virus potion. Therefore, An Qiluo will let him go. Just stop talking in your own ears...

Before going to bed at night, there was no sign of Little Spider or Deadpool in the church, which made him and everyone in the church quietly heave a sigh of relief.

Especially Frank, Frank felt that if he was nagged by that chatterbox for a few hours before going to bed, he might dream of him in his dreams.

This is simply a nightmare!

Who would have thought that what was obviously just a live broadcast of Hell's Kitchen, which was a deadly Internet celebrity, would develop into this in the end.

...

Rathma Church at night.

After Angelo put little Jiali to sleep with a bedtime story, he tiptoed back to his room.

An Qiluo lay on his bed, feeling extremely comfortable.

Although with his current physical fitness, he does not need to rest every day like a normal human being, but he is used to resting like a normal person every night when conditions permit.

But today he found that he was lying on the bed and really couldn't fall asleep.

Because as soon as he closes his eyes, he seems to be able to hear whispers from his ears, as if there are demons from the universe calling softly in his ears, or as if they are indescribable whispers from prehistoric ancient gods .

"Fack!"

An Qiluo finally couldn't take it anymore, a carp stood up from the bed, and swears!

He stared at the ceiling with black lines all over his face.

Angelo's mental power penetrated the ceiling, scanned the roof of the church, and finally found the "unnameable" culprit.

In Angelo's mental power, the little spider Peter and the deadpool Wade Wilson were still chatting happily on the roof of the church, without any intention of stopping because the moon climbed into the night sky.

"Look at the moon, it's big and round!" This is the little spider Peter.

"Look at the female reporter's camera below, it's really white, oh no, it's really exquisite." Deadpool said as he wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah, I think if there is really something abnormal in Queens, the moon is so big tonight, it shouldn't come out to make trouble." The little spider looked at the moon and said thoughtfully.

"Well, you're right," Deadpool nodded, turning his eyes away from the female reporter, "The red light district in Queens is really not that good, they all hide and eat, and it's hard to go to see the scenery." convenient."

Angelo: ...

Seeing the two people who were still chatting with each other, Angelo wanted to get up and throw them both off the roof, but soon, Angelo sat back on the bed again.

He suddenly realized that if he interrupted the chat between these two people, then Peter would be able to say, this kid is very obedient and will go home to sleep obediently, but Deadpool is not necessarily the case, this guy can do everything come out.

If he sat in front of his door muttering all night...

Thinking about that scene, Angelo felt shuddering.

In the end, An Qiluo still decided that he should bear with it.

Angelo took out his phone first, called Peter's stupid uncle and aunt Mei, and told them that Peter was here, so there was nothing to worry about.

Then after hanging up the phone, he reached out and summoned a bone wall on the ceiling, and closed all the doors and windows of the bedroom.

Only then did he not hear the two talkative "whispers of the ancient gods" upstairs, and fell asleep peacefully.

Until the next morning, An Qiluo got up from the bed early with a dark face...