Marvel's Fairy Chef

"Did you take pictures of everything?" Rudolf asked Old John, who was still pretending to be dead at the booth. This old guy was completely willing to risk his life for promotion and salary increase.

In order to film the fierce battle just now, Old John had been lying in the ruins not far away. It was not until Dr. Lizard turned into thick water that he got up from the ground. Finally, when the agents were not paying attention, he hurriedly ran out of the square.

"Don't worry, boss, we have been doing this for more than ten years." Old John patted the camera on his shoulder. This time he was really going to send it.

"What did you take?" After watching the video, Rudolph was so angry that his nose was crooked.

"Isn't this Iron Man and Spider-Man?" Old John pointed at the two superheroes on the TV: "Here's the stranger holding the pot, but I didn't even take a shot." Old John dared to take his own head Guaranteed, this is the best shot he has taken in so many years.

"Who the hell wants you to shoot these things? What I want to shoot is the cook, you idiot! Superheroes that can be smashed by just throwing a brick in New York these days are worthless! Let me ask you what TV you watch now Are there more men or women?"

"Isn't it the same? Why is the boss asking this?" Old John muttered.

"You're almost a retard." Rudolf tugged on Old John's collar: "You know how to watch TV when you get home from get off work? If you're not making people, you're going clubbing! How many men are there who stay at home and watch food programs these days? The current audience is either young girls or women, what do they like to watch?"

Rudolph's saliva almost flew to Old John's face, but the latter still looked confused. "What's wrong with the women? Aren't they clamoring to lose weight all day long, and why do they still watch food shows?"

"What do women like to watch nowadays? Do superheroes fight? Handsome guys! This is a world where looks are all about looks! It was like this in the past, it is like this now, and it will be like this in the future." Speaking of this, Old John suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling from the roaring station manager. There was a hint of sadness, a feeling of being hurt.

"Have you ever..."

"Yes! My first love was ruined by a bastard who looked exactly like David Beckham." Rudolf thought of his first love in college. "Sure enough! All heterosexuals are heretics."

Old John: Oops, I seem to know a little too much.

"So, I'm banned?" Returning to the TV station, Rudolph ran directly into the broadcast room. Although the handsome guy was not photographed, the scene of the superhero destroying the little monsters is something unique.

As for why Rudolph didn't broadcast it live just now? Don't forget, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Charcoal Head issued the blockade order. Furthermore, when the superheroes fought against the little monsters just now, many equipments were damaged by the battle, so Rudolph and others had no choice but to go back to the TV station to find a solution.

However, just when he had finished arranging things and was about to start broadcasting, the director's call came.

The director of the General Bureau gave a death order on the phone. If you don't want to find yourself locked in a small cage when you wake up the next day, then go ahead and broadcast it! These are the boss’s original words.

"I bought a watch last year." Rudolf put away the phone silently. It turned out that this was the so-called freedom of speech.

"What should we do about today's competition? Can I still get my bonus?" Fang Jie looked at the ruins of Times Square and the dining table where he originally had immortal food. It ruins.

The war is over, just like in the story, the police finally arrived at the end of the battle, and now they can only show their presence in front of the camera.

"Master, what did the program team say?" Uncle Fu looked at the dejected chef. Was his work this time in vain?

"Wait!" Fang Jie said with a dark face, "Brothers are fighting to the death, but the result is the same word."

"It's better to wait than to have no news," Fu Bo comforted himself.

"Forget it, let's evacuate first!" Fang Jie looked at the New York police who were constantly stationed. He and others were no longer suitable to stay here.

At sunset, Fang Jie and his group finally returned to the restaurant.

"Captain, can we put the pot back first? We have to make dinner later!" Fang Jie saw that Rogers was still taking the blame and couldn't help complaining: Look! Is this the real-life version of the scapegoat?

"Oh" Rogers was very reluctant