Marvel World Mixed Life

It has been raining intermittently all day, and it has become pouring rain in the evening. Pedestrians are hurrying with umbrellas, hoping to return to a dry home and enjoy a cup of warm coffee.

A yellow taxi was driving on the road to Brooklyn. Ross, a black taxi driver, was steering the steering wheel and looked at the people in the back seat through the rearview mirror from time to time.

He received this guest in West Midtown, wearing a red leather tights and a helmet with two horns, with red lenses in his eyes, like a demon.

"Dude, are you cosplaying that Daredevil man? In this weather?" Rose asked nervously.

"Well, there is no way, you know, the organizer of our club is a fanatic." Matt said with a sigh.

"Damn it, you scared me to death, let me just say, superheroes can't be so pitiful, they have to go out to fight for justice in this unlucky weather, and even take a fucking taxi!" Ross breathed out and relaxed, Quickly regained the instinct of a black man + a taxi driver, and started talking non-stop with rhymes...

Matt shook his head helplessly. He didn't want to go out in this weather, but he found out that Frank had a retired friend who lived in Brooklyn.

The fruitless investigation for several days has already made him a little impatient. Whether he can find it or not, he has to try his luck.

Once at the place, Matt went upstairs and found a big white man preparing to leave.

"Dude, are you also here to participate in the sharing session? You are very sick at first glance, but unfortunately the host is not at home tonight, maybe he saw the bad weather and didn't expect anyone to come." The white man shook his head left.

Matt was so choked that he suddenly felt that going out tonight was a wrong choice.

Knocked on the door, but no one answered. Matt thought for a while, then turned around and went out and entered the house through the window on the outer wall.

The room was a little messy, and a cup of coffee was dropped on the floor. Startled, Matt searched carefully.

A CD on the table caught his attention. Just as he was about to take it, his ears moved suddenly, and he turned sideways to avoid a dagger flying from behind.

A figure jumped in from the window and charged Matt with a military-style dagger in his hand. After the two fought twice, Matt stepped back abruptly, "Frank, it's me!"

The person who came was Frank Castle. He came to visit an old friend, wearing only plain clothes and carrying two daggers. Seeing a stranger in uniform in an old friend's house, he rushed in immediately.

After hearing the shout, Frank remembered who the person in front of him was, because he didn't recognize him for a while because he changed his uniform, but these were not important. Frank asked a little angrily: "What are you doing here? What did you do to Curtis?"

"Calm down, Frank." Matt said helplessly: "It was already like this when I came here, and I don't know what happened. There is a CD on the table, and there is a bullet. I think it will be a clue."

Frank glanced at Matt vigilantly, then picked up the CD and played it on Curtis's computer.

The old friend Curtis first appeared in the video, tied to a chair with a cut on his head. Then, two very familiar faces appeared on the screen. A one-eyed white man with a hooked nose looked at the screen and smiled, "Frank, seeing us, I think you've guessed something. Warehouse Fowler, I knew you would definitely come."

"Orange!" Seeing the man whose eye was gouged out by himself, Frank suddenly understood everything, and then murmured in pain, "Billy, why?"

"Don't worry, I'll go with you to save people." Matt shook his head and said to Frank.

"Get out! Don't worry about my affairs." Frank responded indifferently, and pulled out the dagger stuck in the wall to leave.

"It's not your business alone now!" Matt stopped Frank, and slowly talked about the affairs of David Lieberman's family and the clues he found...

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Outside Greyburn College.

In the surveillance car, Coulson took a sip of coffee. His task was to deal with the trouble of the Hulk. The original intention was to control and detain, but after seeing Hulk's power, he changed his mind, or it would be a good idea to communicate and establish a connection.

Unfortunately, General Ross's obsession with the Hulk made the mission difficult.

"Is there any news from the port and station?" Coulson asked the staff next to him.

"All the monitors and records can't find their information. I think Bruce Banner has been familiar with all the monitoring methods during his long escape." The staff member looked at the computer and replied.

Coulson sighed, it seems that he can only sit here and wait, but fortunately, his long-term spy career has honed a good patience.

At this time, his mobile phone rang suddenly. Coulson picked up his phone and saw that the caller ID was Tony Stark. What is this guy doing calling?

"Hello, Mr. Stark, what can you do?" Coulson asked politely.

"Cole? Ferson? Sorry, I really can't remember your name." Tony on the opposite side said, "As a special advisor to SHIELD, I think I should also make some contributions. You know what organization is Against S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"I don't think so. Our duty is to deal with abnormal events, and very few organizations will have hostile relations with us." Coulson replied after thinking for a while.

"Wow, your level must not be high. Should I ask Nick Fury directly?" Tony said lazily.

"Mr. Stark, you can't find the director unless the director contacts you. You can talk to me about anything. If it's not important, um...you know, I'm actually quite busy here." Coulson He shook his head and said helplessly.

"Well, I got a document by accident. There were many wrong targets in an assassination project organized by the military. I hacked the intelligence database of SHIELD and found an interesting phenomenon. In the wrong list, there are many Some of them are your sleeper agents! I'm passing the file to you."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Stark." Coulson became serious, and said to the staff on the side: "Give me an independent computer, you go out first."

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manhattan.

Rockefeller Building.

NBC (National Broadcasting Corporation)

This issue of Conan Show just started not long ago.

"What? God, damn it! You think your ability is bad?" Conan O'Brien looked at Li Mo with wide eyes, then shook his head and said, "It's unbelievable, you don't even know that I'm here How envious I am when I see your video, if I have your power..."

Conan's expression was full of fascination, "I can handle 18 women at the same time!"

The audience in the audience laughed.

Pfft, Li Mo spit out a mouthful of water, "What are you thinking in your mind?"

Seeing that Conan was still fascinated, Li Mo pushed him helplessly, "Hey, buddy, wake up."

Conan recovered and wiped his saliva, and said softly to Li Mo: "I know there is a good place, we can go together after recording the show, but the AA system is required."

Li Mo turned his head and said to the audience solemnly: "I don't know what this guy is talking about. Maybe he thought of a good restaurant? Maybe there are more female Communists?"

The audience laughed and booed, a white man suddenly stood up and said loudly: "Hey, guys, please be sure to bring me, I will pay for tonight!"

Two security guards rushed in, each holding an arm and dragging the white man out. The white man was still yelling frantically: "Protest, protest, you can't deprive male citizens of their rights!"

The audience laughed again.

Conan stood up and said loudly, "Sorry, this is not Nevada!"

The atmosphere of the show gradually became a bit vulgar, well, it was not very serious, which is why Li Mo likes Conan Xiu...

As the show came to an end, Conan coughed softly and said, "Li, as a not-so-successful superhero, well, I know you hate this title."

Conan shook his head and continued: "As a not-so-successful celebrity, you need to share something with everyone. It's chicken soup for the soul, you know, I want the show to be a bit taller!"

"Okay, damn it, I really can't think of anything." Li Mo shook his head, "Why don't you talk about it first."

"Okay!" Conan turned his head and said to the camera, "Hey buddy, if you are like me, every morning you look in the mirror of the medicine cabinet and look at an old, puffy, freckled face, you have to relax a bit, Because every young person will experience such a day sooner or later, don't you feel a little happier thinking about it?"

Li Mo turned his head and said, "If you are at my age and see the vigorous and youthful bodies of all the great guys in the gym, don't be sad for your belly, because it has already followed you and haunted you. I can't continue exercising anyway. Since this is the case, I can let go of my appetite in the future, will it make you happier?"

Conan: "The current economy is really bad, young people don't worry about their college loans. This is my suggestion, don't pay it anymore! Change your name, change your name, go to another country, they can't find you, this is mine experience."

The corner of Li Mo's mouth twitched, and he said, "Don't listen to this guy's nonsense, he just got lucky and succeeded to pay off the loan. Young people, don't worry about having no money, you have to learn to get used to it, because the days without money I don't know how long."

The atmosphere gradually changed. The audience in the audience had an urge to leave, and the audience in front of the TV also wanted to turn off the TV. Who are they...