Beauty Man's Myriad Hearts

the next day.

Fisker Pharmaceuticals.

"Michael, you are in good shape today."

David looked at Mobius, who was about to leave for the FBI New York branch to attend the press conference, and said with a smile:

"After today's press conference, you can walk openly on the streets of New York. No one will spit at you, report you, or anything else. They will only call your name and give you countless of praise.”

"It's all due to you, David."

Morbius sounded solemn and expressed his gratitude to David again: "Martina and I both want to thank you. Don't worry, after solving Lucis, I will concentrate on working for Fisk Pharmaceuticals until the side effects of the bat serum are solved. ...You saved me, now it’s my turn to save you.”

When he was most desperate, he risked everything and found David, Kingpin's younger brother.

I thought that I had overestimated my former assistant as much as possible, but I never thought that it was actually an underestimate.

To be honest, after seeking David's help, his situation changed drastically in just half a month.

After transforming into a vampire, being wanted by the FBI, taking on the name of a vampire murderer, and then encountering Martina being kidnapped by Lucis, Morbius once believed that his life was like falling into hell and was completely irreversible.

But David's series of operations not only brought him back to the peak from the lowest point in his life, but also brought him to a higher peak.

Today, he is a vampire doctor, an employee of Fisker Pharmaceuticals, an FBI non-staff agent, and even more...

Super hero!

God knows how David came up with the word superhero.

In addition to seeking a solution to blood diseases, accidentally creating artificial blood and winning the Nobel Prize, Morbius never thought about what other achievements he had made.

When I first heard the word superhero, I was a little shy, but after getting used to it, and seeing the flattery on the Internet, Mobias was able to face it very calmly, and even felt a little happy in my heart.

"Yes, I want to thank you too, you changed my life and Michael's life."

Martina was arranging her boyfriend's suit in front of her, and at the same time said sincerely: "Without you, I can't imagine what we would go through."

"You're welcome, you deserve it."

David replied with a smile.

He is by no means a stingy person, even reliving this life, he doesn't value wealth, fame, etc. at all.

He cares about power and strength.

If you want to live comfortably and comfortably in the Marvel world, with complete freedom, wealth and fame are not so important, power and strength are the only criteria.

It just so happens that Mobius' talent can help David one step faster, reach higher heights, and gain more power and strength.

This is also the biggest reason why he is willing to help Mobius.

……

The FBI press conference was held as scheduled.

Precinct Chief Giles Pittman attends with Dr. Vampire Michael Morbius.

"This is probably the most frequent month for the FBI's New York branch to hold press conferences this year."

After standing on the podium, Pittman played his own little humor and made many people laugh.

Standing beside him, Mobias was no longer thin and thin as before, but looked strong and powerful. The decent suit was supported by the muscles of his body, like a male model walking on a catwalk, full of charm.

The flashes of the cameras under the stage kept on.

The reconciliation between the FBI and Mobius has really attracted a lot of attention.

Including not only media from all over New York, but also journalists from outside New York State.

As a human being with extraordinary power, Mobias' fame and popularity at this time were still higher than David's original expectations.

The FBI has sent messages to Mobius both openly and secretly, hoping that after cooperating with the arrest of Lucis, Mobius can join the research institute led by the government and cooperate with the government to create more extraordinary fighters.

After David found out, he was not surprised at all, and asked Mobias not to refuse explicitly, and wait until Lucis was arrested.

"As said on the Internet, our Mosley agent found Mobius. After persuasion, Mobius voluntarily surrendered and reached a settlement agreement with the FBI. He will serve as a non-staff agent of the FBI to cooperate with us in catching vampires Murderer Lucis Crown, while on a daily basis guarding New York."

Pittman briefly introduced the situation, and then saw the reporters in the audience eager to try, and said helplessly: "I know you can't hold back, well, next is question time."

"Dr. Mobias, may I ask, are you ashamed of killing more than a dozen members of the National Guard in the rescue center incident not long ago?"

Someone came up with a bayonet, and the question was very sharp: "Don't you think that what you have done does not echo the nickname you are now called a superhero, and is even a bit ironic?"

Pittman's face changed slightly, and he glanced at the logo on this person's device, showing a hint of astonishment and a little surprise.

Globe Daily?

Isn't this one of us?How to ask such a question?

"Of course, it sounds ironic, and there are reasons for it, but I don't want to use that as an excuse."

Mobias said slowly: "First of all, I must express my sincere apology to the National Guard, and secondly, I will donate all my family property to set up a charitable foundation to try to provide some help to the families of the deceased who were injured in this incident. ..."

It seems to be a very common way of apologizing to solve it with money.

Common, but useful.

The reporters didn't change their faces, and while recording, they were thinking about how to make these words look more beautiful after they were published in the newspaper.

"In addition, I will strictly cooperate with the FBI's supervision of me, and at the same time strictly implement the FBI's mission. Even if Lucis is successfully captured, I will never stop..."

Mobius' voice continued, with a sincere tone: "I hope that what I do in the future will be worthy of the title of superhero."

Abandon the dark and cast the light?

No.

Combined with Mobius' previous help to patients with blood diseases, this should be called not forgetting the original intention.

The reporter in the audience summed up the heart.

After receiving the money, there is always something to do, otherwise wouldn't it be a broken rule.

"well said!"

Pittman glanced at the Global Daily reporter who asked the question, and said in his heart, "It really is a gang."

Obviously, this seemingly sharp question was prepared by Mobias early in the morning.

……

crowd periphery.

David looked at Pittman and Mobius on the stage, quite satisfied with the latter's performance.

Martina, on the other hand, admired and was very excited.

In her prediction, Mobius should have stood on such a stage early.

At this time.

Mosley hurriedly came to David and whispered, "He's here."

"understood."

David nodded and patted Wesley.

He indicated that Wesley, who was concentrating on the press conference and had no eyesight at all, should push his wheelchair.

"Why... oh, I see."

Seeing David's eyes, Wesley turned his head and glanced at Mosley, and instantly realized that his role at this time was the driver.

"Did something happen?"

Martina noticed David's movements and was a little surprised, subconsciously showing a little nervousness in her heart.

But then I thought again, this is the New York branch of the FBI.

As an official force, the FBI will never let other people do whatever they want on their own territory, right?

If this is slapped in the face, it will be much more embarrassing than the previous rescue center incident.

"It's just a small matter, I have to deal with it."

David smiled and said, "Don't worry, it won't affect the press conference."

"That's good."

Martina breathed a sigh of relief.

soon.

Wesley pushed David in the wheelchair and followed Mosley away.

They came to the building next door.

The compartment inside the building is also the interrogation room set up inside the FBI.

At this time, two figures, one black and one white, were detained by Rodriguez and detained in two adjacent interrogation rooms.

The black man among them was none other than Mosley's former colleague and his biggest contender for the post of deputy chief, Simon Stroud.

The white man, judging from the ID card confiscated on his chest, was a reporter from the Daily Bugle, and he was still relatively young, Ben Urick in his early thirties.

……

Interrogation room.

Stroud's hands were handcuffed, struggling frantically, and there was still a hint of disbelief on his face.

"Rod, what do you mean?"

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the man in front of him.

His once closest partner actually handcuffed him at this moment.

This kind of betrayal far exceeds the frustration of self-esteem.

It was as if someone had rubbed his head under his feet and spit on it before leaving.

"Simon, you are too reckless."

Rodriguez lowered his head slightly, did not look directly at Stroud's angry eyes, and held a pen in one hand, scribbling on the notebook, as if he was a little distracted.

After hearing Stroud's questioning, he stopped and said slowly, "You know what kind of punishment you should accept for leaking confidential information within the FBI."

"Leaking confidential information?"

Stroud laughed angrily: "I remember I taught you this reason, and now you use it against me? That's good, that's good!"

crunch--

David and Mosley pushed through the door and arrived at the interrogation room.

"It was you."

When Stroud saw the person coming, his inner anger erupted like a volcano, and he couldn't suppress it completely.

His knife-like gaze passed over Mosley and landed on David in front of him, completely understanding why Rodriguez would betray him.

"He's yours."

Mosley waved his hand and said indifferently, "It's up to you to deal with it."

"Son of a bitch!"

Stroud turned his head suddenly, looked at his former partner, his eyes were red: "Even if I leaked confidential information, it should be dealt with by the FBI. I can go to court, he has no right to deal with me!"

"Simon, don't you understand?"

Rodriguez sighed: "This is the director's decision. You are too reckless in doing things, and you have stepped over the line."

"That's why you gave up on me?"

Stroud went crazy: "Just because I don't fit in with you? I thought we were friends!"

"Yes, it used to be."

Rodriguez raised his head and looked directly at Stroud for the first time. The indifference in his eyes made Stroud feel unprecedentedly strange.

"Not now."

After speaking, he got up and left, leaving only Stroud with a refusal and strange back.

Mosley followed, leaving room for David and Stroud.

"We can finally have a good chat."

David slid his wheelchair over to Stroud.

Wesley guarded the door and did not allow anyone to come in or out, leaving enough time and space for the two to communicate.

"Pooh!"

Stroud spit on David, his face grim: "Do you think I will beg you for mercy? Let me tell you, death is impossible! I will never beg for mercy from a shameless gangster!"