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Steve is a dog lover.

After learning that Zhang Ming had brought back a dog, he put aside his fighting training and went upstairs immediately, planning to take the big boss for a walk while it was still early.

What dog would refuse to go for a walk outside?

"Come on! Man, we just came out a while ago!"

The big boss lay weakly on the ground, with Steve encouraging him next to him.

What the hell do you call this?

walk?

This fool, whose chest muscles were bigger than his head, actually dragged the big boss from Manhattan, where the Stark Tower is located, all the way to Brooklyn.

A husky was suddenly tired from being run around!

No! We have to find a way to escape quickly. If we continue like this, we won’t even have the energy to escape!

The big boss dragged his body forward bit by bit, still thinking about countermeasures in his mind.

Suddenly, a woman's scream appeared in the alley at the end of the street.

The smile on Steve's face disappeared.

Brooklyn is a notoriously chaotic area in New York. It was once a gathering place for blacks and other ethnic minorities. Due to racial discrimination and the generally low education level of local residents, it was difficult for locals to find jobs.

Without a job, there is no stable source of income.

The hungry poor have no concept of good and evil. Feeding themselves and their families is the greatest kindness.

As a result, many people are forced to choose crime, and the next generation who grow up in this environment are more likely to follow the same path of their parents.

Passed down from generation to generation, a terrible culture gradually formed.

Fortunately, the New York City government has not abandoned Brooklyn like it did with Hell's Kitchen. In recent years, it has been working hard to develop education and provide front-line basic jobs, trying to solve the problem from the source.

Steve was born and raised in Brooklyn. This kind of problem existed in the last century. Unexpectedly, after so many years, it is still the same.

He tied the dog leash to the lamppost, patted the big boss on the head and said, "Wait for me, don't worry, I'll be right back."

The big boss sat obediently under the street lamp.

Steve walked to the alley, and soon there were yells and painful wails coming from inside.

The big boss glanced around and made sure that Steve could not be seen. He stood up on his two hind legs, popped out his nails on his front paws, and untied the chain from the street lamp little by little.

"First this...then this, finally..."

The big boss bit one end of the chain with his teeth, flicked his head, and the chain opened with a crash!

Steve helped a disheveled lady out of the alley, and happened to see the big boss unchaining her.

"Hello!"

The big boss's legs trembled and he ran away!

Steve wanted to catch up, but the lady who had just been robbed was still in shock and hugged him tightly, her huge breasts squeezing against him.

Steve couldn't leave her alone, so he had to watch his "loved dog" disappear.

The big boss ran wildly on the road, avoiding the crowds. When he was tired, he would find a garbage dump to lie down for a while. His soft hair was dirty, but he had a pleasant feeling of returning to the wild.

He always held the chain in his mouth and never let go no matter how tired he was. After several hours of imprisonment, he tasted the taste of freedom and wanted to shout:

Huskies will never be slaves!

After an unknown amount of time, the night gradually faded away. At the end of the east, a flash of fish belly white appeared, and the big boss stood on an empty street.

Telepathy surrounded him, and he felt the connection between the puppet and himself again. It was like a drowning person being pulled ashore and breathing air freely.

A few minutes later, a black Audi car drove over, and a woman in her early thirties wearing a uniform stepped out of the driver's seat. She looked like an ordinary company employee.

The woman opened the door, and the big boss raised his head proudly and jumped into the back seat.

He, the big boss, is back!

"Woof woof. (Report on the popularity of 'Blue Ocean'.)"

The woman driving the car said in a rigid voice: "As of yesterday, Blue Ocean has sold a total of 3,900 copies, and it is estimated that the number of people affected will be around 1,500 to 2,000. This is a list compiled according to personal influence.

Sort."

The woman handed over a folder, and the big boss opened it. There were more than a dozen pages in the list. He read it carefully, thinking about how to make the most of this power.

"In addition, one of our trading locations was sabotaged by Zhang Ming and others last night. A total of a thousand copies of Blue Ocean were lost, and one puppet was lost. However, no information was left behind that was sufficient to counter tracking."

The big boss nodded.

He can instantly grasp the actions of all his subordinates through brain links, but this will put an extra burden on him. And on the premise of ensuring loyalty, he prefers subordinates to report work, which gives him a sense of superiority as a superior.

"Woof woof woof, woof?"

(For the next batch of potions, remember to add more water into it, add some pigment, and change the packaging. In short, try to avoid the opponent's ambush. This batch does not need to be limited to rich people, ordinary people can also do it. I only need the number of people, the more the better.

Okay, do you understand?)

"yes."

The big boss suddenly thought of a person: "Woof woof woof!"

(By the way, send a message to those dealers and tell them there is a mole among them. He is a bearded man who likes Chinese Kung Fu. Find a way to kill him!)

After arranging the work, the big boss leaned on the leather seat of the car and closed his eyes tiredly. The morning sun gradually rose, and a ray of light came from the east and fell on his face.

Zhang Ming, who had been busy all night, stretched himself in the morning sun.

"Do you want to have breakfast together? There is a new Mexican restaurant. I have been there once and it tastes pretty good." Franklin asked. He took off his blood-stained coat and threw it into the trunk of the car.

The trunk was filled with boxes of all sizes, all of which were the trophies they captured last night, including a thousand copies of Blue Ocean and a large amount of US dollars.

Roy pushed his long hair back, "I won't go. I stayed up all night and I have to go for skin care."

"Sorry, I'm not going either." Mai Ke rubbed his face vigorously.

Zhang Ming noticed that his face was not very well, and he had an indescribable paleness.

"What happened? Does anyone need our help?"

Michael explained: "No, it's something at home. I was a little bit cruel to my son a few days ago. He was scared. I have been looking for opportunities to apologize to him. And my wife, she has been acting weird recently. I heard that she was looking for

I have a private yoga teacher, but she seems a little worried... I want to go back early to accompany them today."

"The sorrow of middle-aged people."

Trevor spat. With his irritable personality, he couldn't imagine what it would be like to have a family. In his opinion, only a weakling like Michael would tolerate his wife and son riding on his head.

Michael went home, Roy went to nurse, and the remaining three men drove to a Mexican restaurant and had a hearty breakfast. Zhang Ming packed a few portions when he left.

Separated from Xiao Fu and Trevor, he returned to Stark Industries Building alone.

Tony, Moira, and Angela were all in the laboratory, and Zhang Ming put breakfast on the table.

"Are you busy? Let's eat first."

Tony took off his gloves, opened the bag and took a burrito and put it in his mouth. He said: "It was a big help. You successfully prevented the three outstanding scientists on site from spending time thinking about: 'What to eat in the morning?' This kind of boredom

And it’s a waste of brain cells.”

Looking at the projection floating in mid-air, Zhang Ming asked: "What is this?"

"We are trying to make equipment that can isolate psychic abilities based on the premise that the big boss can perfectly recover his body." Tony rubbed his eyes. It looked like he hadn't slept all night. "Did you investigate any clues last night?"

"They are all small characters, and those they caught were just puppets. That bastard hid too deeply."

If Zhang Ming knew that the big boss was lying at his feet last night, pretending to be a fool and deceiving everyone, and successfully escaped from the legendary hero, Captain America, I don't know what he would be thinking.

"If he is caught so easily, he is no longer a big boss. In terms of psychic ability, his brain abilities are at least a hundred times that of ordinary people. Maybe in the eyes of the big boss, we are just a group of people wearing clothes.

Chimpanzees."

Moira analyzed rationally.

Tony spread his hands: "Then let's try and see if our group of orangutans can beat this genius into a dog. By the way, Zhang Ming, that bearded friend, I just brought the belt back, and he's downstairs.

Come on, do you want to see him?"

"Well, he was very helpful yesterday."

The big boss has telepathy, and the bearded man helped after all. Zhang Ming thought it would be safer to bring him back. He took a breakfast and went to the lounge downstairs. Through the door, he heard singing inside:

"...Hoo ho ho, Huojia Quan's routines are flexible..."

Zhang Ming listened for a long time before he recognized that it was "Huo Yuanjia" by Jay Chou. He didn't expect that this song existed in this world.

Pushing open a crack in the door, there was a bearded man in the room. According to him, he had cranes and dragons tattooed on his eyelids, and the words "gong" and "husband" tattooed on each ear.

At this moment, the big bearded man was boxing in "Huo Yuanjia".

It is said to be a boxing technique, but it is just a mixture of the bearded man who learned two moves from movies and TV series and copied two moves from that.

Zhang Ming took a few glances, put down his breakfast, and silently left.

Ordinary citizens go about their lives day after day without feeling the changes in New York, as if life has always been the same.

However, relevant insiders have not had a moment's rest in the past fourteen days. Even if they close their eyes and have a short sleep, they will only think about the blue potion.

Just like that, the last day has arrived.

SHIELD, Hydra, Big Boss, Zhang Ming, overseas organizations...

All eyes fell on the Osborne Group. On an ordinary Wednesday afternoon, the first batch of pharmaceuticals was produced at a secret base somewhere in New York. The next second it was put into glass bottles, it was quietly transported away and flowed into

In the hands of caring people.

Zhang Ming finally washed his face and looked at himself in the mirror.