Video bloggers in American comics

In a remote villa, a rapid ringing sound appeared.

There were no lights on in the villa, just a little spark.

That's the light from the cigar.

The cigar was held between his strong and strong fingers, his cold eyes opened, and an extremely majestic man turned the sofa, exhaled smoke, and picked up the phone on the table.

"Hello."

"Kingpin! You lied to me!" The man on the other end of the phone had a Japanese-English accent, and his harsh tone was like a hammer, hitting Jinpin's eardrums time and time again.

"Mr. Miyamoto."

Kingpin took a puff of cigarette, called the other party's name, and after a while said: "Why did I lie to you?"

"You said that when I hand over the keel to you, you will give me the balance. Where is the money?"

Kingpin said calmly: "I am a businessman who keeps his word. I said this, but where is the keel? I don't seem to have gotten it."

"I handed it over to your men, the deal has been completed!"

"No, the deal is not done!"

Kingpin's tone suddenly became stronger, "You were obviously in Tokyo and could have stopped that woman's hunting operation, but you chose to stand by and watch, which ultimately prevented me from getting that damn bone! To me, this is the same as

Spent a fortune and got nothing!”

Miyamoto on the other side of the ocean closed his mouth.

After nearly two minutes of silence, he dropped his toughness and said, "I need money."

"What a coincidence, I also need that piece of bone. You can try to steal another piece from the Hand. Since you can succeed once, you can succeed a second time. I believe you." Kingpin said mockingly.

The Hand is the most terrifying ninja organization in Japan. It succeeded the first time. Was that Miyamoto's luck? Try to infiltrate again?

Miyamoto will not risk his own life.

"I will go find the lost dragon bone. After I get it, you need to settle the payment." Miyamoto said.

"Haha -" Jin Bin sneered, "Try to do it, but I want to make one thing clear: I will not pay until I get the keel, and you have nothing to do with me."

"make a deal."

The phone hung up and Kingpin put down the phone.

This Miyamoto is an excellent thief, good at disguise, assassination, and has excellent fighting skills. But he wants to steal that bone out of the hands of two superheroes, Zhang Ming and Tony Stark...

From Jin Bin's point of view, this doesn't seem to be much different from going to Shouhehui again.

The study door was opened, and a middle-aged woman came over. She walked in the darkness, and finally came to Jin Bin's back, stretched out her hand, and massaged him gently.

"Vanessa, if you wait a little longer, our son will be resurrected soon."

For the first time, Jin Bin's tone did not carry the power of a powerful person, just like an ordinary middle-aged man who had been working all day.

As if he was worried that Vanessa wouldn't like the smell of the cigar, he put out the cigarette, closed the show, and enjoyed the rare tranquility.

Half an hour later, Kingpin left the villa. He walked along a secret underground passage for nearly an hour before returning to the ground.

After walking alone for another ten minutes, he saw a dark car with Bullseye waiting for him.

Vanessa is Kingpin's wife, and everyone thought she was dead long ago.

Since his son was assassinated many years ago, Kingpin "killed" his wife with his own hands and hid her in a place unknown to anyone.

As the underworld emperor in the United States, he crazily amassed money and expanded his power in order to find a way to resurrect his son.

For this reason, he committed murder and arson, committing all kinds of evil. Finally one day, it seemed that the devil heard his inner desire, and a piece of news reached Jin Bin's ears——

There is a magical material in Japan called dragon bone, which can bring the dead back to life.

Kingpin began to ask his men to search for information about the keel. At this time, Miyamoto approached him, claiming that he could get the keel for a price of 300 million US dollars.

The Kingpin agreed.

But the result was not as smooth as expected.

Bullseye opened the car door for Kingpin, and after Kingpin got in, he started the car.

"Boss, where are we going?"

"Go back to the company."

"Then let's forget about the box...?"

"Are you sure you can kill Zhang Ming?" Jin Bing asked.

Bullseye choked, "Well... it's difficult to face him head-on, but if I have the right opportunity to kill him with one blow, maybe I can kill him."

"Then just wait, the opportunity will eventually appear. My intuition tells me that this day will not last long. All we need to do is be patient."

"yes."

…

The year is coming to an end, and the weather is getting colder and colder, but the atmosphere on the streets of New York is getting more and more lively with the arrival of Christmas.

There are Christmas trees and light displays everywhere.

People walk on the streets, express goodwill to each other, and celebrate this festival together.

"Ding dong——"

Zhang Ming walked over and opened the door, and Angela stood outside.

"Sorry, I'm late, there's a traffic jam on the road." Angela said. She was wearing a white cotton hat and a thick woolen scarf, but her nose was still a little red from the cold.

"The time is just right." Zhang Ming turned sideways and invited her in.

Angela took off her thick windbreaker, smelled the smell in the house, and walked to the kitchen.

"Have you cooked?"

"I specially invite you to come to my house. You can't order takeout, right?" Zhang Ming gentlemanly pulled out a chair, asked Angela to sit down, and then took the last pot of soup and placed it on the table.

"Four dishes, one soup, and a dessert later."

Angela looked at the dishes on the table, "Compared to you, I feel like a man. After working at Roman's Restaurant for so long, the only thing I know how to make is sandwiches."

"If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Before coming to this world, the only thing Zhang Ming could do was scrambled eggs and boiled instant noodles. He was able to do this because he was forced to do so.

He could still tolerate eating Western food once or twice, but doing it every day made him miss the food of his hometown.

Finally, one day, Zhang Ming threw away the pizza in his hand, opened the Bizhan system, followed the video shared by the food blogger above, and started trying to cook by himself.

Zhang Ming sat opposite Angela, put down two goblets, and took out a bottle of red wine. Before pouring the wine, he smiled and asked: "On a day like today, you won't ask me to drink milk again, will you?"

"

"I allow you to make an exception today." Angela smiled sweetly.

Raise your glass and bump it gently.

"Merry Chrismas."

Accompanied by fine wine and delicious food, Angela talked about her recent research and her future plans. When Moira was mentioned, the two of them smiled and complained about her devilish work attitude.

They recalled what happened from the first time they met until now.

I don't know if it was the effect of alcohol or the air conditioner in the room that was turned on too high. Both young people felt that their cheeks were a little hot, and the atmosphere became a little ambiguous with each word.

"Angela."

"Um."

Zhang Ming pursed his dry lips, his heartbeat began to speed up, and an impulse emerged in his heart.

"Would you like to be me..."

Bang!

The explosion of fireworks swallowed up the last half of Zhang Ming's words, and the window was bright.

"What?" Angela tilted her head slightly.

"I said..." Zhang Minggang was about to continue when he suddenly heard someone calling his name vaguely outside.

He walked to the window and opened it. Downstairs in the apartment, he heard a pickup truck spray-painted with red flames. Trevor was standing on the roof of the car, shouting Zhang Ming's name.

Franklin and Mike sat in the back, and there were large fireworks on the ground.

call out--

Another firework took off, blooming in the sky.

"Zhang Ming! Come down and have a Christmas party! Haha! That idiot Tony forgot to call you. Don't be sad. Uncle Trevor will take you there!" Trevor shouted from downstairs.

Zhang Ming covered his forehead.

This guy...

Tony forgot to call him. He clearly knew that Zhang Ming had an appointment with Angela tonight and deliberately left them with private space.

Angela walked to the window, smiled and waved to her three friends on the ground.

The originally ambiguous atmosphere completely disappeared. Zhang Ming sighed, suddenly picked up Angela and jumped out of the window.

"Let's go, Christmas party!"