Marvel World Mixed Life

the next night.

A sudden drizzle dispelled the sultry heat that had just emerged in New York, and the colorful neon colors reflected blurred light and shadow on the slippery road surface...

...

Brooklyn.

A black commercial vehicle slowly approached and stopped in front of an old crimson residential building.

Billy Ross got out of the car wearing a well-fitting maroon high-end suit, held an umbrella, looked up at the building in front of him, his eyes gradually became indifferent.

In a room upstairs, Curtis’s sharing session for veterans had come to an end, he looked at the people sitting around, clapped his hands and said, “Thank you for sharing, everyone has their own misfortunes . I still say the same old saying, the war is over, life must go on. Well, that's it for today, and it's the same time for tomorrow."

After saying goodbye to the members of the sharing session one by one, Curtis dragged a crippled leg and slowly cleaned up the seat.

Dong dong, there were two knocks on the door, Curtis turned his head to look, with a smile on his face: "Billy, you are here, we haven't seen each other for two days."

Billy Russell smiled, walked in, dragged a chair and sat down, "I was a little troubled a while ago."

"Are you okay?" Curtis asked worriedly.

"Things are still under control, I'm going to solve this trouble." Billy Russell said, staring into Curtis's eyes.

"Billy, what's wrong with you?" Curtis frowned, feeling something was wrong.

"Curtis, my old friend, can you get in touch with Frank?" Billy Russell tapped his four fingers back and forth on the table, asking nonchalantly.

"Isn't he already dead?" Curtis smiled reluctantly.

"Come on, old man, don't go around in circles anymore, I need to know Frank's whereabouts." Billy Russell sighed, his eyes suddenly became indifferent.

Curtis stared into Billy's eyes for a long time, and said in disbelief, "You also participated in Frank's family affairs? You are his best friend! You are even his son's godfather!"

Facing Curtis' accusation, Billy Russell said blankly: "I knew in advance, but I refused to participate. Everyone has their own way to go, and this is Frank's own choice."

"You bastard!" Curtis was furious, rushed up with a broken leg, and punched Billy Russell.

Billy Russell easily dodged, stretched his leg and tripped Curtis, and pointed a pistol at his old friend's head, "Cripple, you have to learn to think about yourself, tell him where he is, we're still friends!"

Curtis didn't speak, and spit on Billy Russell's face with thick phlegm.

Billy Russell took out his handkerchief to wipe it expressionlessly, and knocked Curtis unconscious with the butt of a gun.

"Good job!" Orange walked in from the shadows outside the door, with a gloomy glint in one eye, "The next step is to lure Frank out."

Billy Russell put away his gun, looked at his old friend who had fainted on the ground, and blurted out, "If possible, let this cripple die."

"What if he has to die?" Orange turned his head to look at Billy Russell, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Then he will die." Billy Russell replied blankly: "Everyone has their own choice."

…………

Southwestern tip of Manhattan Island.

Cell Life Laboratory.

Dr. Samuel Stern sat in front of the laboratory bench, watching through the electron microscope that the red blood cells in the petri dish suddenly changed from red to green after being stimulated, and their volume expanded several times.

Carefully dripped a drop of purple potion, and the green cells slowly returned to their original shape after being twisted several times.

"Perfect!" Dr. Samuel Stern laughed happily.

As an accomplished expert in the field of life sciences, he established contact with a person named "Mr. Green" under the pseudonym "Mr. Blue" several years ago to discuss the issue of gamma-ray human mutations.

At first he was skeptical, but after "Mr. Green" sent a blood sample, all he was left with was admiration, it was a miracle!

A few days ago, "Mr. Green" suddenly contacted him to solve his own problem. After countless experiments, he finally developed the antidote.

What happens after using the antidote? Dr. Samuel Stern was full of curiosity.

In a van cabinet outside Graben College, several S.H.I.E.L.D. staff members were watching the screen to monitor Dr. Stern's movements.

Coulson stood aside with folded arms and asked, "Is Bruce Banner coming to see him?"

"Yes, sir." A staff member turned his head and replied.

"Create a file for him. What's the situation with General Ross?" Coulson frowned and asked.

"His subordinate Bronski has successfully injected the super soldier serum, and General Ross is mobilizing special forces to come here."

"Shit! I have a bad feeling." Coulson said helplessly.

…………

Stark Tower.

"Wow, if it doesn't solve the problem, then solve the person who made it."

Tony Stark looked at the "Death Dog" operation file on the holographic floating frame in front of him, and said, "It's really a very effective method, General Ross. But what's the matter with so many wrong targets? It seems that the U.S. Army Assassin University The world ranking must be very bad."

"I heard that you are planning to use drones for assassination activities on a large scale, and you have already placed an order with the Osborne Group?" Tony couldn't help shaking his head, "The American people should be careful in the future..."

"Enough, Tony Stark! Many of those weapons were invented by you, so you are not qualified to say such things here." General Ross on the other side of the screen was a little impatient, "I promised to return it to you, I have something else to do, so be it."

Seeing General Ross hang up the video call, Tony Stark curled his lips and continued to browse the files.

Gradually, his brows frowned, "something seems wrong..."

…………

West 52nd Street, Manhattan Island.

CBS (CBS Tower)

Studio lounge on the 17th floor

Li Mo stood in front of the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, smoking a cigarette, quietly watching the bright night scene outside the window.

Just a few days ago, I was chatting and spanking in a bar in this city, and no one knew me. Now everyone knows it, stay here and wait to meet with the national audience.

Life is really, a pot of dog blood...

There was a knock on the door, and a staff member walked in cautiously, and said nervously to Li Mo: "Li, Mr. Li, the show is about to start, you can go to the backstage to prepare."

Li Mo looked at the Caucasian young man wearing glasses, curled his lips and asked, "Are you afraid of me? I don't eat people."

The young man swallowed his saliva, "I, I'm not afraid!"

Li Mo smiled and said nothing, turned around and walked out the door, the young man followed closely behind.

"Roar!" Li suddenly turned around and made a gesture of baring his teeth and claws. The young man was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, kicking his legs back indiscriminately, and screaming involuntarily...

Li Mo shook his head, walked towards the studio with a smile.