It's still daytime here in Eastern Europe, but it's already dark in New York. A single-family house in Brooklyn, not too big, just a little bigger than Evenson's Fortress... Right?

But that's not the point, the person who can afford to live in this kind of house must be a middle class, and definitely not a person who will worry about supporting his family, at least it used to be.

Now, Adrian, the owner of the house, sits alone at the table in the living room after his wife and daughter have fallen asleep, his eyes bloodshot and his face with untrimmed stubble, which indicates that he is in a very bad state.

Of course it will be like this, because he is bankrupt.

He pledged all his assets to the bank and invested all the money he got into the team, hoping to make a fortune in the clean-up of the Zitari, but unfortunately Tony Stark came out of nowhere and all his investment was wasted.

But the bank doesn't care about your variables, you mortgage me to give money, and I didn't put a knife on your neck to force you to borrow, so don't blame me for setting the interest rate relatively high, or if you can't pay back, I will take your house.

So poor Adrian can figure out that he may not be able to live in this villa for a few days, and soon the bank will take the house, and the little money he has left is only enough to rent a small apartment and cover his head, and he can only go to Queens.

I don't know why, the louder the name in the division of New York, the worse it is, and Queens is the kind with a very loud name. The most important thing is that the people of Queens and Brooklyn, although not hateful, will be somewhat unpleasant. Adrian himself didn't care about that, but he was afraid that his little daughter would be affected, taken badly or bullied by those in Queens.

Thinking of this, he grabbed his hair twice. Now let's not think about the problem so deeply, let's think about how to eat in the future.

Ding dong...

Just when Adrian was distressed, the doorbell of her house suddenly rang, which surprised him a little, who would come in the middle of the night to handle his settlement? Even if the bank came to collect the house, it was too urgent, right?

He got up to open the door, but before he could open the drawer and pin his pistol behind his waist. It was one of the most valuable things he had now, and given the poor law and order in the United States, and the alarming probability of armed robbery, he wisely did not sell it.

Adrian stood cautiously behind the door and asked, "Who is it?"

"Mr. Tumus, we're here to talk to you about a deal, can you let us in?" It was clearly a man outside, and his words were polite, but his tone was flat.

"Are you here in the middle of the night to talk about business?" Adrian obviously didn't believe the other party's words, "Whoever it is, please leave quickly, or I'll call the police." ”

"Mr. Tumus, we were going to come tomorrow during the day, but we thought it would be busy at that time. The man outside the door did not leave, but continued, "The bank clerk will definitely take up most of your energy. ”

Adrian hesitated, though he was still suspicious of the purpose of the people outside the door, but it would always be good if he could have a little more money when he left here.

So he decided to take a risk. He's always taken risks, and if he weren't for that, he wouldn't have gambled his entire net worth into previous projects.

Adrian took the gun in his hand and opened the door at once, and directly outside was a bald black man in a suit and leather shoes and carrying a suitcase, "Who are you?"

"My name is Luther, and I'm here to negotiate a deal on behalf of the Gospel Company. The black man spoke.

"The Gospel... The company..."Adrian thought about the name for a while, and said uncertainly, "Is it the company that made medical devices that was registered two days ago?"

"Exactly. Luthor nodded.

Adrian thought about it for a moment and said, "Alright then, come in with me." ”

He led Luthor into the living room as he gestured around and explained, "I've been in a bit of a slump lately, I don't have anything to entertain, don't mind." Oh!" He found that he still had a gun in his hand, so he put it back in the drawer and said with some embarrassment, "American night, you know." ”

"It's okay, I don't mind. Luthor didn't care to do the other side of Adrian.

"So... Mr. Luther, what are you going to talk to me about? Explain in advance that I don't have any medical skills. Adrian said very honestly.

"I know that our company is not only researching medical devices, but we are also interested in all kinds of talents. Luthor nodded and said, "Our company wants to hire you to join our research team. ”

"Research team, you're not kidding, are you?" Adrian never thought he could be involved with scientific research at this time.

"Of course not. Luthor put the suitcase on the table and opened it, and inside was a neatly stacked pile of bills, which looked like they were almost a million dollars, and Adrian's expression changed dramatically, but not because of the money, but because of the pistol on top of the money, "Do you accept our offer?"

Money and pistols, as if the gang had used to threaten jurors and witnesses, Adrian regretted a little and put the pistol back in the drawer. But there was also a hint of anger burning in his chest, Stark Industries is a big company, just a while ago he screwed up his job and ruined his life, and now another company said it was here to hire him, but there was a threat in it.

"Is it hard to choose, sir?" Luthor still looked expressionless, leaning back on the couch, not at all afraid Adrian Hui picked up the pistol in the box and pointed it at herself, "Money or bullets, which one do you want?"

"Why should I choose!" Adrian suddenly roared, "Why are people like you like this! To a big company like you, small people like us are insignificant, right? You can just drive away threats, right?"

"Of course, I think that's what it looks like. Luthor didn't care that Adrian's emotions in front of him were a little out of control, but nodded and admitted directly.

"Why?" Adrian got up angrily, "I put all my money into my business, but Tony Stark stole everything!

"It's not fair, it's very unfair. Luthor shook his head slowly, staring into Adrian's eyes and said, "If it's really fair, it's you and your team who were killed by the mercenaries sent by Tony Stark to clean up the site, and then he took all the loot you unearthed." And everybody else takes it for granted! That's called fairness!"