Video bloggers in American comics

"We all have a home called China. We have many brothers and sisters, and the scenery is nice. The old man doesn't think about how much contribution his children can make if they go home..."

Zhang Ming rode his bicycle, humming a tune, carefully avoiding the hurried commuters, and drove aimlessly through the streets of New York.

Today is Zhang Ming's first day at work. While everyone else was busy with their own tasks, Steve gave him only one task.

“Wandering around New York City.”

"That's it?" Zhang Ming didn't understand. He could obviously do more.

Steve explained patiently: "You almost killed the big boss. He is hiding in this city now. If he sees you wandering on the street, he might be impulsive and he will take action against you. We don't want to take action in the current situation."

We lack combat capability. What we lack is more intelligence. Instead of dragging you over to do some trivial tasks, we might as well take a gamble."

Zhang Ming nodded, always feeling that something was wrong, but seeing Steve's sincere expression, he couldn't tell.

"Okay, Tony, get me a bike."

After Zhang Ming left, Steve breathed a sigh of relief. When he turned around, he found that everyone was looking at him.

"What's up, guys?"

"Steve, you're not good at lying. Zhang Ming just trusted you too much and didn't react for a while." Tony said, "Why did you leave him alone?"

"I thought I could deceive you. I thought about this reason for a long time."

"What's the real reason?"

Steve's expression became serious, "The real reason is actually similar to what I said, but I'm not betting that the big boss is stupid and takes the initiative to find Zhang Ming. I'm betting on Zhang Ming's unique bad character."

luck'."

"Bad luck?" Franklin scratched his head.

"Don't you think Zhang Ming has a very strange magical power? I can't say it's good or bad, but as soon as he appears, things will always turn in unexpected directions."

"Come on, man." Morrison waved his hand and said with a smile: "These words are like those of my grandma's generation. After she said this, she went home and said: Everything is God's will.

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"Think about it, Zhang Ming and I first met at a bank. At that time, I went to collect my pension, and ended up being robbed by Trevor and the others. Just after I rescued the hostages, a high-quality imitation of the Hulk appeared again."

Steve moved out the example.

Now the oldest, Michael, resonated and touched his chin, "It's true what you said, just like this time, I just wanted to investigate a spy for the FBI, but I didn't expect to provoke a super villain who wanted to control the world.

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Seeing that the topic was going further and further, Tony clapped his hands.

"Let's pause the theological tea party for the elderly. If nothing else happens, I'm going to deploy the surveillance satellite for Osborne."

The others looked at each other and smiled, and got ready to work according to the task arrangements just now.

Time passed quietly like this, and everyone in the team was busy working. They got together every two or three days to discuss the progress of the action.

However, things are not optimistic.

Steve walked through the suspicious area and found no trace of the big boss;

Michael contacted some old friends, and they said they had never heard of any blue potion that gave people unlimited energy.

However, some of them expressed curiosity about the blue potion and asked if they could use it while enjoying nightlife with their loved ones.

For this kind of people, Trevor secretly wrote down the contact information while Michael was not paying attention, planning to wait until the matter was over and take the time to visit the other person's wife...

On the other hand, the Osborne Group was very quiet, carrying out research day by day according to the established pace, and seemed determined to wait until the last day to complete it.

"Hey! Silver Light Messenger!"

It was Zhang Ming's seventh day riding in New York when a childish voice appeared above his head.

Peter was wearing a Spider-Man uniform, and the spider silk launcher on his wrist popped out a white spider silk, and accurately grabbed the street lamp. He pulled the spider silk, drew an arc like a swing, and landed steadily on the ground.

On the third day, Zhang Ming was "targeted" by Peter Parker. Every day after that, Peter would come over as soon as school was over.

Anyway, there was nothing going on. Zhang Mingli was happy to have someone chatting with him. Occasionally catching two unlucky robbers and thieves was a kind of relief.

"Good afternoon, Spider-Man, and cyclists! Are you hungry? I have freshly made hot dogs, free of charge!" A middle-aged man selling hot dogs on the street greeted him enthusiastically.

In just a few days, I didn't expect that he and Peter would become a little famous on the street as a team, but...it's really hard to describe the level of nicknames the American people have.

"Good afternoon, Uncle Jesse, this is the Silver Light Messenger, not a cyclist. Thank you for the hot dog, but you still have to pay."

Peter explained as usual, but Zhang Ming had already looked away.

Zhang Ming and Peter sat on the curb, eating hot dogs under the warm afterglow of the sunset.

"Where are we patrolling today?"

Zhang Ming opened the New York map on his mobile phone and looked for areas he had not been to yet, "I'll go there today..."

"Whoosh"

A white car almost brushed past Zhang Ming's feet, and the car's exhaust sprayed in his face, followed by the sound of "wow, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, wah," and two police cars chasing after him.

Glancing at the dusty hot dogs in his hand, Zhang Ming took a final sip of Coke and threw them into the trash can.

"Looks like you don't have to choose, this is it."

Peter threw out the spider silk, Zhang Ming locked the bicycle, activated the flying device and chased after him.

At the same time, a young man in a sweatshirt was walking a husky.

The big boss became more and more disgusted with this body. As time went by, the husky's instinct affected him more and more. The secret base was almost torn apart by him, and he left teeth marks on almost everything he could bite.

This can't go on like this!

He told himself this, and then bit harder.

The big boss knows that Tony Stark is looking for him again, SHIELD is looking for him, and even his partner, Norman Osborn, is also looking for him.

These people either want to kill him, or they are greedy for the core technology of the potion. No matter what the purpose is, he should not leave the secret base.

But the big boss couldn't bear it anymore. Due to the husky's instinct, he longed to have fun in the outside world and roll in the mud.

Due to his psychic abilities and his more sensitive nerves, he was driven crazy by this desire.

Finally, today, he couldn't bear it anymore and led his subordinates out of the secret base.

Even after being far away from the main body, his spiritual power will weaken;

Even if there is a risk of being discovered.

The big boss still took that step without hesitation.

Because no one can stop a husky that wants to run wild.

The big boss ran back and forth on the sidewalk, lying in the grass and rolling with his belly exposed. When he was tired, he ran under the tree, raised his legs, and took a refreshing bath.

Comfortable.

All the revenge and worries disappeared at this moment, and the big boss narrowed his eyes with an expression of enjoyment.

Suddenly, he saw a white car speeding down the street!

A guy wearing a red and blue tights with a spider painted on his back was grabbing the roof of the car, reaching into the window with one hand, and kept beating the guy in the driver's seat.

The poor guy was knocked unconscious and the car lost control and rushed towards the big boss!

"Woof woof! (Fuck!)"

At this moment, Zhang Ming fell from the sky, and hundreds of barrages poured out!

Under the impact, the rear butt of the car was raised high, and it paused in mid-air for a second, then landed heavily on the ground with a loud roar and a plume of thick smoke coming out of the front of the car.

Two police cars came over from behind. They were relieved to see this scene and gave Zhang Ming a thumbs up. Passers-by on the street applauded.

Zhang Ming smiled, turned to the young man in a sweatshirt and asked, "Are you okay..."

He moved his gaze downwards, just in time to look at the big boss.

The big boss still maintained the peeing posture, his limbs were stiff and his eyes were round.

"Hey? This dog...why does it look familiar?"

Zhang Ming took out his mobile phone, which contained screenshots of New York Port surveillance. In the photo, a young man and a husky were driving a truck away from the cruise ship.

The young man in the sweatshirt said nothing. Suddenly he picked up the husky and ran away.

"Woof woof woof! (Idiot! Why are you running!)"

There are so many dogs in New York, how could Zhang Ming tell them apart?

Once these puppets are too far away from the main body, their control level will decrease. Although they will not betray, many of their actions will be based on subconscious instincts.

After sensing the big boss's nervousness, fear and other emotions, the puppet's first reaction was to leave with his master, but his run immediately confirmed Zhang Ming's guess.

Throw out the hook lock and stun one person and one dog.

"What's wrong?" Peter came over.

Zhang Ming tied up the young man in a sweatshirt and said, "It seems that I met the big boss's subordinates. I will carry him back and see if I can find anything."

Peter pointed at the husky with its tongue sticking out and asked, "Where is it?"

Zhang Ming thought for a while and said: "Take it back together, the dog is innocent."