The salary king in the comics

Chapter 221 Mary Shaw

Clint's argument came from his binge eating during training. In order to provide the energy needed for body modification, Clint had to eat a huge amount of food under Geralt's compulsion.

When Clint came home the first time and one meal consumed the family's two-week food supply, her wife decided to dig a cellar under the house to store food.

And now even though Clint has completed the basic training, he still maintains his previous habits. There is not enough food, and Clint always feels that he is not full.

"Okay, okay, you go to the report, after finishing, let's go to the town, there is something for you to eat..."

However, upon hearing this, Clint said embarrassedly: "Geralt, you know I have no money, right... My salary has been withheld by you for 30 years after my death..."

"Fuck off...can I be short of your money! But you are right, I have to find a way to cheat...to ask for a sum of money from S.H.I.E.L.D...."

The discussion between the two did not shy away from the surrounding S.H.I.E.L.D. staff, and everyone at the scene heard Geralt's great plan.

However, Geralt still went his own way, but when he looked at Hill's dedicated Quinjet, Geralt smiled knowingly.

When Clint finished his report, Hill also got off the Quinjet.The original coat on her body was replaced by other styles, which did not fit well.

Compared with the miraculous reaction on the Quinjet just now, Hill must have tried it himself according to Geralt's instructions.

Geralt taught Clint pointedly: "Don't use abilities that don't match yours in public, it will cause some unnecessary trouble... You are a hunter, and using miracles will cause other people to misunderstand !"

Hearing the words spoken to himself, Hill reached into his bosom, dismantled the amulet in his bosom, and threw it into the pulverizer.

"Ahem, can we talk about the price of the previous employment?"

Geralt rubbed his hands together and smiled maliciously.

Hill also knew what Geralt said just now, but this time it was not on the battlefield, and Geralt's method of raising prices by sitting on the ground would no longer be effective.

Looking at the sky that was getting brighter, Hill said: "Let's go to the town and find a place to talk slowly, besides, Clint can't help his own hunger..."

Ravensfield is a typical small town structure. Although the population is not large, it has all the necessary facilities.

In the dining room, Clint had eaten more than fifty fried eggs and more slices of bread.His act of a big eater has attracted a crowd of diners to fight.

And the owner of the restaurant thoughtfully waived all the meal expenses for Clint. As the banker and big winner of the handicap, what Clint ate was nothing at all.

Hill and Geralt were discussing the price of the previous employment.

"I need a lot of steel, even iron ore..."

Hill was shocked that Geralt's offer was not too high, but too low.The international steel futures price for hot-rolled coils does not exceed US$[-]/ton, while the price of iron ore is even lower.

According to Hill's inner quotation, the steel that this money can buy is enough to build two more Eiffel Towers.

Seeing Hill hesitated to speak, Geralt said, "It's nothing else, I just lack these materials..."

"Just like you lacked building materials before?"

Geralt asked for a large amount of building materials before, and even S.H.I.E.L.D. had collected these materials for a long time.And now Geralt is collecting steel, what is this for?

Hearing that the deal was steel, Clint couldn't stay with his mouth full.

"What about my salary? Geralt, this is different from what I said before..."

"What do you know! As long as I finish repairing the Faran Fortress and tidy up the undead settlement next to it, as long as it is a mage who comes to guard the Faran Fortress, he must have a place to live? Can Constantine not give it to him? Is there a place for apprenticeships?

It's all money... Even the construction workers are saved, I only rent out the land, and those mages will build the house themselves! "

What Geralt said made Clint's mouth open in shock, and he didn't even eat the fried egg.

Wiping his mouth hastily, Clint joined Geralt in his calculations.

"Isn't the broken bridge above Old Wolf of Farland connected to the Undead Settlement and other places? We can build a toll station on it..."

The two instantly became urban architects, trying to find profitable business opportunities everywhere.

Hill not only heard about the basic means of collecting tolls and renting out houses, but even heard about the establishment of a sewage drainage mechanism to clean up the silt in the Fortress of Flandre to build a biogas power station, and then charge the mages for electricity, and even build a power station , also these mages...

The two fell into the fantasy of wealth, and Hill helplessly recorded these messy information while covering his head with a headache.

At this time, an unexpected thing happened in the restaurant.

"Jamie, put your hands up!"

A police detective pointed a weapon at a young man who was eating in the restaurant.This sudden movement made the people around watch in shock.

An old woman subconsciously wanted to scream when she was frightened, but she suppressed it abruptly and covered her mouth with her hands, not daring to make a sound.

Jamie raised his hands and fell to the ground, handcuffed by the detective.

But Jamie was still explaining: "Detective, I'm not a murderer! I didn't kill my wife and children!"

"Oh! You also know that your wife is pregnant, but this is the most common excuse used by murderers. You escaped from your residence and left the scope of parole. This is how you escape your crime!"

While talking, the police detective checked the handcuffs, pulled Jamie off the ground, and escorted him to the door.

Clint put down the knife and fork in his hand, and said with some uncertainty: "Geralt, I have a bad feeling... like..."

"It's like he has a shroud that you can't see clearly. When you put your eyes on him, there is something blocking your sight, making you unable to see clearly..."

"Yes! That's it! How do you know?"

Geralt took out the eau-de-vie he hadn't drunk for a long time, poured half a bottle for Clint, and drank the remaining half bottle by himself.

"Last night, you killed a hell demon and expelled a marquis from the 72 demon gods. The soul power fed back to you by the world is gradually strengthening everything about you, so you can see this. Congratulations, you can see When all these are cleared, you will become an official hunter..."

After all this was said, Geralt looked at Hill and asked, "Are you still going to record? If you plan to continue, help stop them..."

Naturally, Hill would not let go of this opportunity. She stopped in front of the police detective and took out her ID.

Naturally, the certificate in Hill's hand is the certificate of S.H.I.E.L.D., and as the director, she will definitely not use Fobler's false certificate.

After reading the documents, the police detective asked Hill suspiciously, "SHIELD? Shouldn't it be Fobler's documents? You don't pretend anymore?"

Hill didn't explain the behavior of S.H.I.E.L.D., but only replied in a formulaic tone that he hoped to cooperate.

And Jamie, the prisoner escorted by the police detective, seized this opportunity and explained his own affairs: "I didn't kill anyone, and I came here only because I found relevant information, so I came back here..."

These words were considered by the police detectives to be the sophistry of the murderer, and when Hill heard Geralt's words just now, he naturally led this matter to supernatural events such as demons.

Pointing to Geralt's position, Hill signaled the detective to escort Jamie over.

The skeptical police detective chose to trust Hill after looking at the certificate belonging to the SHIELD. After all, now that the SHIELD certificate is in hand, it is considered SHIELD if something goes wrong.

The four at the dinner table watched Jamie being handcuffed and listened to his explanation of what had happened to him.

Jamie is indeed from Ravensfield, but he left here when he was in school to develop in other cities.

And his new wife, whose tongue was pulled out in the apartment, died strangely. The police could not find the murderer anyway, so they could only list him as the first suspect.

When Jamie sorted out his wife's belongings, he found a puppet with Billy's name on it, which reminded him of the weird legend about the small town of Ravensfield when he was a child.

"Both staring at Mary Xiao, the puppet is always in my arms. Junior Ruer must remember, don't scream when you see her in your dreams."

Jamie sang a nursery rhyme from childhood, but this nursery rhyme caught the attention of everyone in the restaurant.

Compared with the behavior of the old woman who forcibly suppressed her scream just now, Hill believed what the nursery rhyme expressed.

Hill acted as the interrogator and asked Jamie: "Why did you leave this town? Don't say it was because of studies or other reasons. You and I both know that your father has enough wealth in the town to send you to a better place." instead of letting you live in an apartment now..."

The S.H.I.E.L.D. intelligence investigation had cleared up Jamie's information within a few minutes of meeting.

Jamie looked at the unbelieving eyes of the four, and finally gave up struggling and told what he had experienced.

"When I was a child, I once saw Mary Shaw..."

Before he finished speaking, the owner of the restaurant threw a teacup and smashed it under everyone's table.

"Damn it! You outsiders, don't mention that name to me!"

The frightened police detective stood up at this moment, holding the pistol in the holster and warning to the restaurant owner: "Hey, hey, put down what you are holding! The gun in my hand is not a toy..."

Faced with the threat of a gun, the restaurant owner still put down the newly picked up teacup, folded his arms, and looked at the table.

In such an environment, Jamie did not mention Mary Xiao's name again, and continued in another way: "I saw...that person when I was a child, in the morgue of my family. At that time, my uncle died because of something. He died for an unknown reason, and I saw that person next to his body... I was so scared that I covered my mouth with my hands and didn't dare to make a sound... After that, I left here... Until yesterday..."

Jamie's explanation made the police detective feel nothing. In the eyes of the police detective, Jamie is the murderer, and he is not a New York policeman. He can carry a bottle of holy water to detect various dark forces.

The detective was about to pull Jamie up and said, "Okay, everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D., I'm going to take him back to file a case."

However, when he saw the thinking of Hill, Geralt and others, he couldn't figure out the reason.

"Damn it, if you look like this, there must be something bad in it! Do you want to call the control bureau to come over and take a look? I have to contact the sheriff to ask for the number..."

While the police detective was frantically flipping through the phone, a blonde beauty walked in from outside the restaurant. She looked around and saw Jamie.

"Jamie, I'm looking for you, your father has passed away..."

(End of this chapter)