The Days of Being King Elden in American Comics

"It's been a whole night, and you're just telling me now?" Klein looked at Wade with a smile on his face, but he was also angry and had nowhere to vent his anger.

"It's okay, I killed them all. I can see that they are a group of mercenaries who lick blood from their swords..."

Klein put his hands on his chest. He pondered for a while, and then said, "I'm worried that you didn't handle it cleanly enough!"

........

Last night, on the shore of the port.

Ulysses Crow and others emerged from the water. There were 17 people in their group, and the important item they carried was only a metal ingot the size of a fist.

And just such a metal ingot is worth US$5 million.

This order is enough for him to live for another three years, and it is also enough for his employees to exchange for luxury cars and luxury homes, and at the same time save a large amount of spare funds.

He was very cautious about this transaction, after sneaking into the Federation.

They had been hiding in the cargo hold of the ship. Not to mention the bumpy journey, after arriving at the port, they pooped and peed in the narrow cargo hold.

Finally, the buyer notified them and met on the shore behind a resource recycling company.

Taking advantage of the darkness, a group of people dived to the shore and waited for the buyer to send a message.

The moon is very round, like a huge gem.

Crow looked at the full moon above his head, and couldn't help but think of the fat Brazilian girls with very perky butts. They were good at dancing, especially when they had fun, they would make their waists and abdomen shake, producing a special tremor that was fascinating.

"When the deal is over, I can finally take a break. I can't wait to be with those Brazilian girls..."

Thoughts were flying in my mind.

In reality, the golden juice is churning.

"Clap clap clap!!!"

There was a harsh popping sound, accompanied by the sound of crackling beans, and a stream of warm soup dripped on Crow's face.

"vomit!"

Crowe made a sound of vomiting, but the next second his body lost balance and sank into the water.

He struggled to surface, but saw that the water above his head was covered by a surprisingly large puddle of yellow soup.

He swam away and resurfaced.

But there was a noise, and then a burst of gunfire.

"Fake!"

Gunshots continued to sound, and the light was dazzling. Crowe used his hands and feet to keep floating on the water.

In less than 2 minutes, the gunfire stopped.

He could hear the cries and whimpers coming from the shore, and the sound of the wind breaking as the blade swung.

"Gulu..." Crowe swallowed secretly, and said to himself: "Fortunately, I still have the stuff with me, but I didn't expect that the buyer opposite would actually take advantage of it..."

Looking around, Crowe was extremely surprised.

"What's the matter!"

As his body undulated with the water, Crowe saw the "killer" in the distance bending down, looking for something.

"It's really a gangster attack!"

Crowe gritted his teeth, but was helpless. The other party was obviously a skilled player, otherwise it would not have been possible to eliminate many of his elite men in just 2 minutes.

........

"You said you were looking for a tissue and you touched this metal?"

"Yes, there was really nothing to wipe with at that time. My butt was itchy, so I used this stone to scratch it..."

Klein recalled that the stone had a bit of a smell just now.

"Fake!"

Klein was about to throw a punch but stopped midway. Deadpool had been helping a lot recently.

"Boss! This is for you!"

Deadpool took out a water-logged mobile phone from his pocket. The screen kept flashing, but a personal information table was displayed.

"Hailun Zhao, a Korean-American... is the target of this transaction."

"is her?!"

.........

Within Osborne Industries, New York.

Sitting across the table from Norman was Helen Zhao, who looked troubled.

The woman bit her lip slightly, unable to relax her eyebrows. She leaned on the office chair and scrolled through her phone.

"As far as I know, you are the only one in New York who has the source of vibranium..." Norman spoke first.

Since being injected with Compound No. [-], Norman's personality has changed and he has become more confident.

The need for certain aspects has gradually decreased.

Even though there was a beautiful and outstanding woman with unique oriental charm sitting opposite Norman, wearing the uniform of the Medical Research Association, he didn't have any other thoughts.

He was just thinking about how to purchase some vibranium and then improve the air-tight device of the suit.

After all, Klein had given instructions that he did not dare to delay and had to complete it as soon as possible.

Helen Zhao nodded slightly, loosened her teeth slightly, raised her eyes and stared at Norman.

Her crossed legs were slowly lowered. Since today was a formal occasion, she did not go barefoot with the skirt. Instead, she wore light brown stockings to cover her blemishes, which was also a sign of respect.

Her feet were flat and there were wrinkles on the underside of her knees, but she didn't even notice.

Because she couldn't contact the seller, Helen Zhao felt depressed and untied the top few holes on her chest.

A hint of pride slowly protruded, holding up the white silk shirt.

"Miss Zhao Helen, if you don't have the channel, you can tell us earlier. There is no need to waste time here."

Norman is a businessman who puts profit first.

He doesn't care whether you are a beauty or not. If you haven't fulfilled your promise, there is no need to talk more.

And in this level of negotiation, it is a very serious act to let people go at will.

"I'm sorry, I'm extremely sorry...Mr. Osborne, the seller I contacted couldn't be reached last night. They have always been very reputable..."

"That's enough. I think Miss Zhao Helen has wasted enough of my time. Please leave!"

Norman was also unhappy. He had finally looked forward to today, but you told me that the vibranium was gone?

Did the person you contacted just lose contact?

Could it be that they were killed?

Let’s find a better excuse! !

Norman turned his back directly, ignoring Helen Zhao who kept apologizing.

Helen Zhao sighed, stood up helplessly, bowed and reluctantly left Norman's office.

In the elevator, Helen Zhao kept doubting herself.

"As long as I have this start-up capital, I can upgrade my 3D printing technology. As long as I can innovate new things in nanotechnology, I can attract investment and become famous at the same time!"

Everything is stuck on the most critical step.

Zhao Hailun's dream of integrating nanotechnology into medicine has been aborted before it was fully developed.

The elevator went down and suddenly stopped slowly on the 24th floor.

After a "ding" sound, the metal door slowly opened.

Klein walked into it with Deadpool with a smile, but after just one glance, Klein's heartbeat quickened.

It's not that Helen Zhao is so beautiful, but it's such a beautiful oriental beauty that he hasn't seen for a long time! !

Being used to seeing women with blond hair, blue eyes, and big black skin, but suddenly seeing an oriental woman as gentle as water, Klein felt his mouth go dry.

The reason for this is not that Klein misses his previous life, but that he is simply lustful.

"If you want to appreciate this gentleman, you can appreciate it openly. There is no need to flash your eyes and keep stealing glances at me."

"And you, if you continue to pretend to tie your shoes and hold up your mobile phone to secretly take pictures of the bottom of your skirt intentionally or unintentionally, I will call the police!"

Helen Zhao said to Klein and Deadpool respectively.