Video bloggers in American comics

At the bar counter of the bar on the third floor, Zhang Ming sat on a chair, staring at the wine glass in a daze, taking a sip of the strawberry drink inside from time to time.

Dior deliberately sat on the right side of Zhang Ming, blocking Zhang Ming with his back and facing Gwen. He tried his best to make Gwen happy.

He was really fascinated by this beautiful American girl.

The kind that falls in love at first sight.

Dio asked: "Do you like detective novels?"

Gwen nodded and said, "I'm obsessed with Sherlock Holmes recently."

Dior picked up the goblet and clinked it with Gwen. A long string of small bubbles rose from the dark yellow champagne.

"I have an old house next to Baker Street with a history of more than 160 years. When you have time, you can come over and visit me. You will like the environment there."

When Dior said this, he glanced at Zhang Ming, which meant:

It's great to be rich. Do you see it? This is called the family's historical heritage.

It was approaching late at night, and the music in the bar began to become dynamic. Dior invited Gwen to dance. The kind girl was worried that Zhang Ming would be bored if he stayed alone, so she asked him if he wanted to go with her.

Zhang Mingzheng was observing Mr. T conducting human experiments. He waved his hand and said he would not go.

Mr. T is definitely not a good person when he conducts human experiments unscrupulously.

Norman Osborn, as the chairman of the company and the future Green Goblin, is also not a soft-hearted man.

In the third-person camera recording, Norman glanced at the woman who was still squirming on the ground, his eyes were like looking at a lab rat, and he said calmly: "Call the master behind you.

I want to have a good chat with him."

"Mr. Osborne, I am"

Norman interrupted him and said: "Mr. T, formerly known as Thomas, is the president of Tomorrow Technology. Due to poor management, the company has been on the verge of bankruptcy. A week ago, a huge sum of money suddenly appeared in the company's account... Don't tell me, this money

It fell from the sky."

As a top businessman, Norman Osborne does not fight unprepared battles. His meaning is very clear: don't treat me as a fool. If you can investigate my hobbies, I will investigate you too.

He looked at Mr. T, putting pressure on him.

"We are all smart people. I am very interested in that painting and your tomorrow's technology, so I spent one night here. I hope I am not wasting my time."

Mr. T's expression did not change. He was like a zombie in a Hong Kong horror movie in the 1980s, with a dead face and said nothing in the face of the pressure exerted by Norman.

Because of the distance, Zhang Ming could only see their lower legs.

Neither man spoke. Zhang Ming seemed to have suddenly stopped watching a video, but the woman on the ground was still squirming.

Are these two-year-old men flirting with each other?

Suddenly, Zhang Ming heard a subtle sizzling sound.

It was like the sound of tearing plastic wrap, accompanied by Norman's slight exclamation.

Zhang Ming stood up, and the third-angle camera climbed up a certain distance. The picture changed from the calf to the lower abdomen, but still nothing could be seen.

Zhang Ming jumped up hard, his vision moved upward, and he saw the faces of Mr. T and Norman.

But there's nothing suspicious about it.

"That's it, I understand, please continue." Norman said.

What did you understand?

Zhang Ming's curiosity was aroused, and after just a few seconds of negligence, he felt that he had missed a key clue.

Start editing and go back to five seconds ago.

The voice appeared again. Zhang Ming climbed onto the bar table and moved his eyes upward. Finally this time he saw

That was an eye that had been gouged out!

Behind the eyes are not flesh and blood, but a few metal wires. Mr. T turned his eyeballs to the back, revealing a small flashing green light.

This isn't an eyeball at all, it's a camera!

"That's it, I understand, please continue." Norman said.

The owner was not on the ship at all. Mr. T carried a camera to synchronize what he saw and heard to the person behind the scenes, and relayed the owner's opinions.

No wonder Mr. T speaks like a machine, because everything he says is not what he wants to say, he is just a microphone.

A soulless mouthpiece.

For Norman, just make sure that he is communicating with a real partner. As for the human rights of the microphone...

Haha, there is a woman lying on the ground who should fight for human rights.

Mr. T sealed the only remaining medicine in the suitcase and handed it to Norman Osborne: "This is our sincerity. If Mr. Norman thinks there is a need to cooperate, he can come to us at any time within this week."

, we will all be on this ship.”

Norman glanced at the box, but did not reach out to pick it up. He said bluntly: "Aren't you afraid that I will research the ingredients of the potion, kick you away, and do it yourself?"

"If we don't have any confidence at all, how dare we seek cooperation with the Osborne Group."

Norman laughed, picked up the box and said, "You are a very interesting person."

The deep eyes seemed to penetrate Mr. T and fall on the "master" in the dark.

Mr. T said: "We have prepared a helicopter for Mr. Osborne on the top floor. Should we go back to the Osborne Group or go down for some more entertainment?"

"Go back, I can't wait to start research."

The two men left the laboratory and never glanced at the woman on the ground again.

Seeing that Norman Osborne was about to return to the company with the medicine, Zhang Ming also stood up. While maintaining surveillance on the target, he naturally walked to the window, turned over and jumped out.

Mr. T stopped.

"What's wrong?" Norman asked.

Mr. T replied: "It seems that a little mouse has sneaked in."

"Where?" Norman didn't panic, and put his right hand into his arms.

Has it been discovered?

As soon as Zhang Ming ejected the hook lock, he heard Mr. T's words. He pointed in a direction, and the ordinary finger seemed to penetrate through layers of walls, and finally landed on Zhang Ming.

"Right there."

The editing was started, time went backwards, and Zhang Ming returned to the bar.

He glanced around and saw that there were indeed surveillance cameras, but he just left from a blind spot. Could there be any hidden cameras?

Thinking of Mr. T’s prosthetic eyes, it’s not impossible.

Zhang Ming walked around in a circle and came to a dark corner, where a young man and woman were kissing passionately not far away. He walked lightly so as not to disturb the hormonal young people, walked to the window and jumped out again.

"Wait a minute, there is a little mouse..."

Clip!

Is this ship poisonous?

Zhang Ming felt that he was careful enough. How did the other party find him?

He was thinking about the solution. Norman and Mr. T were walking to the top of the cruise ship and were about to escape the surveillance range of the third-person camera.

"Roy." Zhang Ming called over the communication channel.

"Here you are." Roy replied sweetly.

"Is there any way you can catch everyone's attention in the bar? It only takes a few seconds."

"No problem." Roy said coquettishly, "But how are you going to repay me?"

Zhang Ming: "..."

Roy burst out laughing: "I'm just kidding. When it's over, give me your autograph. I want to show it off to other people in the fan club."

"no problem."

"Okay."

Zhang Ming was waiting in a dark corner. After a few seconds, a discordant guitar sound appeared in the dynamic electronic music in the bar. The DJ playing the music looked confused. He turned down the electronic music to hear what was going on.

Who is going to ruin the situation?

The guests stopped dancing and searched together.

The lighting engineer first found the "culprit" and moved a tracking light over.

Under the light, Roy was wearing a suit.

It was obviously a men's suit, but it had a neutral aesthetic when worn on him. He took off his suit jacket, tore off his tie, raised his right hand high, and then waved it down quickly!

The electric guitar makes a passionate sound.

He played faster and faster, and people who had been scared before suddenly regained their enthusiasm. Some took out their mobile phones to take pictures, while others raised their hands and swayed to the sound of his guitar.

Being able to be a DJ on a cruise ship naturally has two brushes. The DJ played music according to Roy's rhythm. Roy threw the guitar and jumped to the center of the dance floor. The dancing crowd made room for him.

It shows dancing.

Roy is a master of pole dancing, but he is also proficient in all kinds of dance.

He became the center of everyone's attention. No matter what status the people present, whether rich or noble, were cheering for his performance.

During the dance, Roy glanced at the darkest corner. Zhang Ming was standing there just now, but now it was empty.

I should have completed the task, right?

Thinking of this, Roy's smile became even happier.

Roy enjoyed applause and cheers in the cabin. Zhang Ming was finally not discovered this time. He grabbed the hook lock and slowly climbed up with the power of the winch of the ejection device.

The roar of the helicopter rotor covered up the sound of Zhang Ming climbing up. He grabbed the edge of the top floor and stuck his head out to look forward.

Norman Osborne and Mr. T just opened the door and came out. The helicopter pilot gave a thumbs up, indicating that everything was normal and could take off at any time.

Mr. T stretched out his hand, and the two shook hands one last time, and then Norman walked towards the direction of the helicopter, still holding the box containing the medicine in his hand.

After turning around, a smile finally appeared on Norman's calm face, and the hand holding the box unconsciously increased its strength.

As long as it is proven that this medicine can be truly used clinically, Norman will definitely cooperate with Mr. T at all costs.

Because this potion is not only business to him, but also life!

The fate of the entire Osborne family!

Just when Norman was imagining how he would achieve great things after solving the family's hereditary disease, he heard the sound of a gun being loaded behind him.

He turned his head and saw Mr. T pulling out a gun and pointing it in his direction.

"you……"

Norman put his right hand into his arms. If a president of a multinational company dares to be alone and meet a weird stranger, he must be prepared.

Before Norman could use his "preparation", a silver-white hook flew out and tightly wrapped around the box in his hand. Before he could react, he snatched it away.

Zhang Ming opened the box and grabbed the bottle of blue potion.

Mr. T's shot!

The bullet spins out from the muzzle of the gun, and it only takes a few tenths of a second to blow out Zhang Ming's head.

However, the bullet disappeared.

Disappeared along with the bullet, was the memory of shooting.

Peace returns to the top floor.

Norman carried the box and walked towards the helicopter. Mr. T watched him leave. Under the influence of editing, they all forgot everything that happened a few seconds ago.

Suddenly, Norman stopped.

Something's wrong.

Although I don't know what's wrong, I always feel something is wrong.

He lowered his head and looked at the box, then turned his head and looked at Mr. T.

Finally, his eyes fell on the box.

The box...has become lighter!

Norman put the box on the ground and opened it.

Empty.