Marvel: Fusion

The funeral lasted for more than an hour. As the funeral progressed, relatives and guests took turns to express their condolences, but Ivy and Jude did not. They just wanted the funeral to end quickly so that they could leave.

At the same time, with the passage of time, Tony's suspicion of Jude also increased.

In fact, since Jude entered the church, the secret camera installed in advance has begun to scan everything about him, and Jarvis is constantly analyzing and comparing data in the background.

In the middle, Tony also went to the toilet to ask about the results of Jarvis' analysis, and the probability given by Jarvis has increased from 90% to 98%.

This is the result of a comprehensive analysis of Jude's walking posture, step size, and hand swing.

Jarvis even scanned the hooded sweater and formed a virtual dress to wear on Jude. When all the comparison results came out, Tony was almost sure that it was him.

Almost, it is only because he does not believe that a person who graduated from high school can hack his own artificial intelligence, which is completely unreasonable and an insult to his genius.

When the funeral was over, Tony immediately wanted to rush over to try again, but he only heard a roar outside the church, and a Bugatti Veyron had already sped away.

Send Ivy to the Daily Bugle, and this time Jude walked in with her.

Since Harvey Jones died suddenly, the Wayne Group obviously did not expect this to happen, and the group did not have time to appoint a new president, so it simply let Ivy take the concurrent role first, and then handed over after a new president was selected.

Ivy declined for a long time on the phone, saying that she really couldn't do this kind of work, and in the end it was the housekeeper Alfred who convinced her.

"Miss Ivy, you don't have to worry about it. In fact, it's not difficult to manage a newspaper, especially when you have the power to kill your employees."

"What you have to do is to ensure their normal salary and treatment, and then assign the specific work to the editor-in-chief of several sections."

"At the same time, pay attention to promising empty promises. For example, within a one-year period, which sector has the most outstanding performance, you can recommend him to the Gotham headquarters as a candidate for president."

"They are all old people who are familiar with the business and will help you complete everything, and this can stimulate their greatest enthusiasm for work."

"Of course, it's not certain whether this position will be given to one of them after a year, but there must be a peach hanging there, so that it can give the monkey an illusion that it can be obtained by just jumping. peach."

"Finally, don't forget that you are a good friend of the Bat Family and a close comrade in arms who knows the identity of Master Bruce. Although the Daily Bugle has certain influence, the Wayne Group actually doesn't need it."

"If you get ruined, don't feel bad, because after a year, the young master may have forgotten that he still has such a newspaper office. After all, he owns too many companies."

After being shown off by Alfred, Ivy hated the ugly face of capitalists very much, so she decided to try it herself. Anyway, it was a no-cost business, and the owner's house was just a toy, so she didn't care much.

Seeing Ivy walking in, the front desk girl Cynthia changed Ms. Ivy to President Ivy very naturally. The young girl with great eyesight was rewarded with a salary increase on the spot.

"Cynthia, Peter Parker is here, let him come to my office."

Taking the elevator directly to the top floor, Ivy temporarily moved into Harvey Jones' office, and the new office has yet to be selected by her for construction.

The two sat in the room and chatted. Jude introduced her to the origin of the venom and told her that he had bought a scientific research center.

"So, now you're also the president of a technology company?"

Jude shook his finger: "It's not me, it's Mr. Bond Haytham, but he looks a little like me.

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Ivy laughed at first, and then asked with some concern: "But will you be traced if you make money like this? After all, this is a crime."

"Don't worry, those who can open an account in the bank are at least the working class. It's only $100. Who cares?"

"And the bank will conduct an inventory of all accounts at the end of each year. It is possible to find those inexplicably extra accounts at that time, but the solution is very simple. I can eliminate them some time in advance."

"After Christmas, those legitimate accounts will pop up again, with more than 100 billion US dollars a month, and 1 trillion a year. Except for some special things, I think it is enough for routine research."

"One... one trillion! Well, you just need to be careful, I don't want to send you food in prison. This is a felony more terrifying than a Ponzi scheme."

Boom boom boom!

"President Ivy, it's me, Peter Parker, I heard that you are looking for me."

Suddenly, there was a little spider knocking on the door outside.

"come in."

Following Ivy's voice, the office door was pushed open, and Peter Parker walked in. As a result, he saw Jude crossing his legs at first sight.

"Uh...Mr. Pistol, I didn't expect you to be here."

Jude patted his forehead speechlessly, feeling that the little spider was a little dazed. Could it be that he had just left school and hadn't receded from his youthfulness?

"Peter, my name is not Mr. Pistol. My name is Jude Herbert. Besides, you don't seem to want to see me too much."

The little spider shook his head hastily: "Of course not, I also want to thank you for killing that monster."

"Really? That's fine, but I think you'll thank me more later."

Ivy coughed and cleared her throat: "Peter Parker, you have been fired."

Boom!

A bolt of lightning landed in Little Spider's mind. Yesterday he just told his girlfriend Gwen Stacy and his friends Harry and Mary Jane the news of becoming a full-time employee. If you tell me now that I'm fired, wouldn't that mean I'm going to die immediately?

"Why? Didn't we agree yesterday? Miss Ivy, you must not fire me, or I won't be able to live."

Looking at the anxious little spider, Jude hooked his fingers: "Come here, Peter."

"what?"

"I heard that you are very talented in physics, and your homework is very good."

"Of course, my GPA is perfect."

"Very well, then let me ask you, if you had to choose between a scientist and a reporter, which one would you choose?"

"what?"

"answer me!"

"Uh... let's be a reporter, so that I can appear on the front line of the accident in time, and then help others as Spider-Man."

"Reporter! No, that's a waste of your talent. Starting today, you will be hired as a researcher of Haytham Technology Company, and the salary will be very generous."

Little Spider:? ? ?