Video bloggers in American comics

Tokyo Skytree.

Zhang Ming knocked on the door, but the door was not closed and he walked in.

Deidara was crouching in front of the case, carefully carving a clay bomb.

Zhang Ming walked over and asked, "Teacher Di, do you want a bomb? If you want a bomb, just open the door and I will send it to you in a moment!"

Deidara smiled, "Then you can send it."

"You clear up the workbench, and I'll bring the bombs and schematics over later."

After leaving Deidara's private laboratory, Zhang Ming smiled.

Deidara is a pure technical nerd and a very talkative guy - as long as his morbid artistic pursuits are satisfied and he is allowed to cause a few big explosions from time to time!

Back on the top floor, Murong Tiezhu was lying on the sofa, eating French fries and watching TV.

The picture shows a press conference, and what is being broadcast is about Zhang Ming.

"...Okay, next question."

Standing on the podium was a government spokesman who was over fifty years old and had gray hair. He looked up and finally called a female reporter sitting in the front row.

"What do you think of terrorist Z? Why haven't the authorities taken any action against him yet?"

The spokesman lowered his head and glanced at the manuscript and said bravely: "On this issue... we can't classify him as a terrorist yet. As of now, he has not done anything to harm ordinary people."

"But he occupied the Skytree." The reporter added, "Every hour will cause huge losses and extremely bad international impact. And..."

The reporter took a deep breath and said with a slightly trembling voice: "Last night's explosion was the work of Z." She took out a small plastic bag from her coat pocket, which contained a piece of metal scrap.

She pointed to a slight wound on her cheek, "Ten kilometers away, this fragment fell on my face. As a Chinese citizen, I feel that my own safety cannot be protected. I hope you can give me an answer."

Cold sweat appeared on the speaker's forehead, but as a window to the outside world, he had no choice but to say: "On this issue, I can only say -"

Murong Tiezhu turned off the TV, turned to Zhang Ming and said: "If you want to do something, I suggest you do it as soon as possible. Director Lu Dan may be unable to stand it anymore. There are loud calls from various countries to destroy you. Twitter,

Facebook is full of stuff about you.”

Tie Zhu raised his phone. There were thousands of messages on his Facebook account.

Zhang Ming took over and said: "You have only been here a few days and you already have a social platform account...wait, 190,000 fans? How did you do that?"

"I pretended to be a reporter covering the scene, and then uploaded some photos and text, and then, that's how it is now." Murong Tiezhu explained.

Zhang Ming flipped through the messages until he saw a conversation and raised his head in disbelief: "Are you even dating a Japanese girl online? She is still a high school student!"

"Hey! This is private and we are talking about business."

Murong Tiezhu snatched the phone back, looked at Zhang Ming and said, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"I explained to you, create a super villain." Zhang Ming said.

"Creating a supervillain, yes, is the result of our actions, but what's the purpose? And... what's the cost?"

Tie Zhu sat up from the sofa and asked seriously for the first time. He didn't mind playing with Zhang Ming. Anyway, he would have money in the end.

But now the development of things is gradually going off track. Once the military and government intervene, their opponents will become ordinary people.

Ordinary people who are truly hostile to them.

This will no longer be an act. Tie Zhu is not a good person, but he is not willing to take action against ordinary people. This goes against his principles.

"Although we are not familiar with each other yet, Zhang Ming, as a more senior host, I must remind you that you are about to cross the line. Even if I don't stop you, once you exceed a certain limit, your video will not pass review.

, I hope you understand what I mean."

Zhang Ming gave Murong Tiezhu a strange look.

"I didn't expect you to have such a sense of justice."

"I am indeed lazy about most things." Tie Zhu pointed his thumb at the pattern representing "Konoha" on his forehead protector, "But I am a ninja of Konoha. In the words of a kid: I have my

The way of tolerance."

Zhang Ming nodded, took off the mask on his face, stared into Tiezhu's eyes, and said seriously: "I assure you, the entire plan will not harm any ordinary person's life. At most... it will cause some economic damage."

loss."

Murong Tiezhu and Zhang Ming looked at each other. After a while, his tense body suddenly relaxed and he lay lazily on the sofa again.

"OK, you are the boss." Tie Zhu picked up a bag of potato chips again, "Then what are your plans next? The first video upload day is coming soon, and most of the criminals gathered before died in the explosion.

At the scene, everyone outside is now saying that defecting to you is equivalent to losing one's life, so no one dares to come. Now, in addition to gaining notoriety, it seems that you have returned to where you started."

"Isn't notoriety enough?" Zhang Ming walked to the window and looked down at Tokyo. "The most indispensable thing in this world is evil people, especially evil people who are greedy for money."

Murong Tiezhu suddenly noticed snowflakes starting to fall in the sky.

Snowing?

He soon discovered the problem. It was not snow, but something in the sky...

Bet money!

Tie Zhu ran to the window, pressed his face against the window, and saw a dark helicopter in the sky. The door was opening, and a lot of money was being thrown out like garbage!

"Ten million U.S. dollars, that is, 1.1 billion yen, there will be the most luxurious 'blizzard' in the Tokyo sky today." Zhang Ming closed his eyes, as if the smell of money was on the tip of his nose.

Murong Tiezhu watched the banknotes falling from the sky.

"You are such a luxurious guy." He couldn't help but whisper.

"Thanks."

The whole of Tokyo saw this scene. Many people crazily crowded near the Skytree, laughing and picking up money. Some people even started fighting over it. Fortunately, the police have been very sensitive recently and deployed police forces nearby early.

Some energetic guys were all arrested.

This ten million US dollars is of course Tony's money. Zhang Ming will not spend his friends' money casually. He will use some Biz station props later to repay this favor.

No one likes a villain, but when the villain is a rich guy who is not stingy with money, things become a little different.

die?

No one is not afraid, but the desire for money can offset all fears.

That night, there were more than 200 new "residents" under the Skytree. Unlike the first batch of criminals, the ones who came back this time...were real ruthless characters.

Miyamoto disguised himself and mingled with a group of thugs.

He heard about Mr. Z throwing money from the sky and toasting the whole of Tokyo. Miyamoto admitted that he did not have such courage and was shocked, but no matter how shocked he was, for him, Mr. Z was just a target that could be used.

Three days ago, Iron Man, Captain America, and Spider-Man were defeated. To Miyamoto's regret, Mr. Z failed to kill them.

Miyamoto hopes to once again provoke the war between Mr. Z and the superheroes. It is best to eliminate all the guys in tight suits in New York so that he can steal the dragon bone fragments.

Provoking trouble and promoting war are also compulsory courses for ninjas.

Miyamoto left the crowd and walked upstairs, intending to talk to Mr. Z directly.

Halfway through, he was suddenly stopped by a snow-white doll, and a young man's voice emerged from the doll's body, "Where are you going?"

"Go to Boss Z. I have important information to inform him."

The puppet stared at Miyamoto for a long time. He was stiff. According to reliable information, this thing seemed to have caused the explosion in the suburbs of Tokyo. After staring for nearly five minutes, Miyamoto's legs became a little stiff. The puppet suddenly said

: "Something happened just now, what did you say?"

Is this a remote-controlled robot? Did the other party go offline just now?

Miyamoto cleared his throat and repeated what he had just said. This time the doll did not stop him and turned sideways, letting Miyamoto pass.

"Someone is coming up." Murong Tiezhu said. The sensor trap he planted detected that someone was approaching quickly.

Zhang Ming put on his mask again, and Tiezhu used his transformation technique to transform into a tall, bald man.

At this time, Miyamoto happened to climb to the top floor. When he saw Zhang Ming, he immediately made a ninety-degree bow.

"I should have said that no one is allowed to go up to the top."

Miyamoto maintained his bowing posture and responded loudly: "Boss Z, I have important information that I must convey to you. This is related to the life and death of our organization!"

"explain."

"I just came from New York and got news: After being defeated by you last time, Tony Stark is secretly manufacturing a high-precision, low-pollution nuclear weapon with an explosion range of less than fifty meters, but these five

Ten meters will be hell on earth! He is communicating with the authorities. Once the communication is completed, a nuclear bomb will fall on the top of the tower while you are sleeping!"

Miyamoto's words were very resounding.

This is a reason that Mr. Z cannot refuse.

Tony Stark is a famous former arms dealer. No one knows how many weapons he has designed. If there really is a nuclear bomb like Miyamoto mentioned in the world, only Stark Industries can produce it.

Even if Tony didn't have this idea, as Miyamoto said these words, this terrifying fantasy would be deeply rooted in Mr. Z's heart. No one can bear the torture of waiting for death.

Rather than waiting, most people will take action first and eliminate all hidden dangers.

This is a zero-sum game that will only stop if one party dies.

Miyamoto was full of confidence, lowered his head, waiting for Zhang Ming's reply.

However, he took human nature into account, and the only problem he didn't expect was that the two parties in the game had already reached an agreement secretly before the game started.

Zhang Ming and Murong Tiezhu winked at each other, and finally Tiezhu, still a wage earner, reluctantly walked up to Miyamoto, suddenly grabbed Miyamoto's neck and lifted him up.

"You have ten seconds to, ahem, reorganize your language." Zhang Ming lowered his voice and said coldly, but he could use too much force, and the last half of the sentence sounded a bit like a duck's voice.

Miyamoto, who was facing death threats, did not notice this.

"Boss Z! Everything I said is true!"

"Five seconds left."

"Tony Stark is..."

"Three seconds left."

Miyamoto felt that the hand squeezing his neck was exerting force. With his fighting skills, he could kill the minions in front of him in an instant (Tiezhu was regarded as a minion for the nth time), but behind, behind those masks, the cold gaze

, so that Miyamoto did not dare to move a finger.

"I said!"

The iron pillar opened a crack, allowing Miyamoto to speak.

"Actually... I'm a ninja."

Miyamoto decided to tell the truth. Since the threat of nuclear bombs was useless, he would use eternal life as a temptation.

"I have selfish motives. In Tony Stark's research laboratory, there is a dragon bone that can bring eternal life - this is not a joke, I guarantee it with my life - as long as you have that bone, you can be resurrected even if you die.

.I tried to steal it before, but failed. I think only you can get it, and only you deserve it. The dragon bone symbolizes..."

"Wait a moment." Zhang Ming's voice turned cold, without any hint of acting.

"Did you hurt Angela and Moira?"

"You said those two female scientists were me...how do you know their names?"

Zhang Ming and Tie Zhu looked at each other and smiled at Miyamoto.

"you guess."