Benjamin Pollock and Claire Weis, a very ordinary unmarried couple, live in New York and run a private laboratory that belongs to the two of them.

Don't hear the name Private Lab and think he's very tall. In fact, there are thousands of such labs in New York, well... It could also be tens of thousands.

You must know that when many people have just graduated from college, they are young and arrogant and ambitious, unwilling to go with the flow, find an ordinary job to work and look at people's faces, always feel that they are different, and always feel that they should get ahead, plus they are affected by the enduring chicken soup for the soul that soldiers who do not want to be generals are not good soldiers, so many people choose to start their own businesses.

Rent a house, buy a little scientific equipment, call this place a laboratory, hope to be able to drum up a big invention that affects the world here, and then apply for a patent to establish a company to go public and raise funds, and then go to the peak of life.

It is undeniable that among these college students' entrepreneurial army, there are indeed some people who have invented something that is useful to the world and made a lot of money. But the result of more people is that after spending all the entrepreneurial funds they have accumulated over the years of work-study, they have achieved nothing, and people have become realistic when they wake up from their dreams, and they honestly go to be an office worker.

This couple is one of the entrepreneurial army, and their current situation is closer to the latter, the difference is that their family background is quite thick, and they have not been defeated in five or six years after graduating from college, but their research results are still... No result.

However, although their research did not produce any results, they have gone from ordinary friends who have partnered with entrepreneurs to become boyfriend and girlfriend, and they have found their lifelong partners and the other half of their lives.

However, the entrepreneurial capital of the two winners in life is close to drying up, and their private laboratory has been relocated from a formal place at the beginning, to a dilapidated warehouse, and then to the basement of a private house, where they eat and live.

But it was because of this that the two of them survived the Zetarian invasion of New York, and as Evenson said, what's wrong with being poor? Is being poor necessarily a bad thing? Think of the successful people who worked on the top floor of the building, who were hit by the first wave of attacks by the Zetarians, who were either slaughtered by the other Swiss soldiers who catapulted out, or scraped by the fins of the Arowana, and then a large green man suddenly burst into their office, knocked down a large piece and jumped out of the window, in short, it was a heavy casualty, but the little couple living in the basement were hardly affected.

This is even more proof of how true Evenson's statement is. Poverty can give us peace of mind, poverty can avoid a lot of troubles and dangers, if I were to choose my own way of life again, I can say with great peace of mind... Hurry up and let me get rid of poverty and become rich!

The hard work paid off, and there was really an opportunity to get rich, which fell into the hands of the couple. A Zetari rifle had been thrown into the window of their basement during the battle and fell into their hands.

Of course, after the portal in New York was closed, all the machinery left behind by the Zetarians was useless, and this rifle was no exception. But it may really be that 1% talent is more useful than 99% sweat, and the little couple who have achieved nothing in tinkering with human technology are quite geniuses in alien technology, and they actually make this reinforcing function within a few days.

Originally, if they had reported this achievement, whether it was a large scientific research institution or a government department, they would have hired them in a hurry, and they would have lived a superior life without worrying about food and clothing.

But it may be that their previous life was too depressing, they want to vent, they don't want to get a salary slowly and want to get rich overnight, so they have said that it is impossible to work, it is impossible to work in this life, we can only rob the bank to earn enough money to spend in the next life.

So they committed crimes in the United States, robbed several banks, and obtained millions of dollars, and decided to wash their hands and enjoy the rest of their lives.

But there is a wise saying in this world, don't be crazy, crazy is no good!

If you just rob the bank, you probably might be able to escape, but if you rob the bank with an alien weapon, it will be absolutely doomed. Their rampant behavior immediately attracted the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D., and Level 7 Agent Sitwell personally stepped in to retrieve his weapons and arrest them.

Of course, between Sitwell is a two-five boy, whether he wants to bring these two people to S.H.I.E.L.D., or to Hydra in the depths, it is worth saying.

In less than half a day, Sitwell found the motel where the couple were hiding. Although the couple is armed with alien weapons, and Sitwell is still an Indian Asan, after all, S.H.I.E.L.D. has cultivated him for so many years, and he has become a high-level agent, and he still has the ability, and it didn't take much effort to capture the couple in one fell swoop.

But when Sitwell was so satisfied that he had done a good job in this task, not only did he add two scientists to the organization, but his year-end bonus was likely to be raised, he suddenly pushed the door and walked into this room.

Sitwell immediately stood up alertly, only to find that someone about the same as him had arrived, at least bald.

Here came this bald head slightly taller than him, black suit, white shirt and red tie, a black tweed trench coat, and the eyes on his indifferent face stared at him with a cold light.

"Who are you?" Silvet was pretty sure that it wasn't room service.

"Buddha listens to Saiwen. The man replied indifferently.

No. 47? This is obviously not his real name, and it seems that this guy is definitely not an agent who is here to support him, so he decisively prepares to knock out the other party, and then asks for the way out.

However, No. 47's fighting skills were obviously several notches higher than that of Sitwell, a high-ranking agent, and he dodged the opponent's attack with one dodge, and at the same time threw a tightrope out of his cuff, came to Sitwell's back, and strangled his neck with his back to him.

Sitwell grabbed the tightrope around his neck with both hands, desperately trying to twist his head, but only turned a little, his eyes kept glancing back, and he vaguely saw a barcode tattoo on the back of this guy's head.

Sitwell felt that his consciousness was becoming more and more blurred, and he shouted in his heart, I am dying, judging from the other party's body shape and technique, it is obvious that he is a first-class assassin, and now he strangled his neck, it is really dead!

"Humph!" No. 47 said with an over-the-shoulder fall, slamming Sitwell to the ground, checking his pulse, then pulling out a cell phone and dialing the phone, looking at the young couple tied to the ground, and then said.

"Your Excellency, mission accomplished. ”