The communication was opened, and the image of the vulture Tumus suddenly appeared in front of Su Fei.

"What's going on?" Su Fei frowned and looked at this alien arms dealer that he had cultivated by himself.

"The alien weapon that was handed over to you, destroyed, is what you said earlier, Spider-Man." Toomuth said with an ugly face, feeling a little weak.

After all, everything he has now is given by Su Fei, and when he thinks of the liquidation he may face after things are messed up, he can't help but feel a little panicked in his heart.

"Spider-Man?" Su Fei was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that he had told Toomus in this regard before.

After all, in the original movie, he was wiped out by Peter Parker, and now he is the big boss behind the scenes, and if he is involved, it is easy to affect his image.

"If it's ruined, it's ruined, and you can concentrate on the reconstruction of Brooklyn with Wilson in the future, just to wash your name." Su Fei replied indifferently.

With his current strength, he doesn't need that alien weapon to decompose the energy essence, after all, all the hero's power has been fused in his body to form his own power.

"Whitewashing?" Toombs was stunned for a moment, and her heart became more and more uneasy, if her current boss was to be whitewashed, would he be killed.

"Well, whitewashing." Seeing the uneasiness on the vulture's face, Su Fei quickly understood and reassured.

"Alien weapons have no effect on me now, so I don't need to maintain this aspect, now that I have been discovered, I will take this opportunity to break it." Speaking of this, Su Fei solemnly reminded.

"I don't want any trouble going down the road, so you have to leave no trace, you know?"

"Understood, please rest assured." Confirming that Su Fei really didn't need it, Toomus's heart suddenly relaxed.

In fact, with the defense group formed by Tony Stark, it has become extremely difficult to obtain extraterrestrial energy during this time.

This time it was also in a transaction, and he was caught by Spider-Man, and if it can be completely disconnected, it will be good news for Toombs, who already has new resource income.

After all, he is not the kind of villain who thinks about committing crimes all day long.

Being able to get to where I am now is just because I want to take better care of my family.

"After today, I will disconnect all contacts and promise that there will be no problems." Toombs solemnly promised.

in an underground factory.

Tumus, the vulture, who hung up the phone, walked out of her office directly.

As he walked out, the general team of the original transport team suddenly focused on him.

"How about it, boss, high-altitude devices, do you want it, if you don't, we won't have new materials to make the next batch of weapons." The fat man, who has been developing and improving alien weapons, asked.

"No, from now on, put down all the alien energy we have, tonight we pack up and give it to Spider-Man collectively, and tomorrow all of us will be relocated to the office at the transportation site in Brooklyn." Toomus said in a tone of relief that she had never seen before.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and it seemed that they didn't react a little, but after a while, although the fat man's face was a little reluctant to give up on alien weapons, he was still very excited.

"Returning to the right path?"

"Hmm." Toombs nodded affirmatively.

"Now that the Brooklyn project is on the right path, we can make money in a fair and bright way, and there is no need to go head-to-head with those so-called superheroes."

"Whew, that's good, I've been thinking about this for a long time, although these alien weapons are indeed very attractive, but I don't want to be touched by the FBI one night."

Some people happily agree, while others remain skeptical, after all, the feeling of alien weapons in their own hands is fascinating.

For example, the original thriller Jack was very reluctant to give up his powerful gloves.

"Boss, just let it go, what if one day the Brooklyn project is robbed by those big shots?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere of the entire factory suddenly became solemn again.

"So, what do you want to do?" Toombs glanced at everyone, and his heart froze, the crime he tried so hard to avoid, but he didn't expect it to happen, he asked quietly.

"Why don't you go to the Brooklyn project, how about leaving these to me, I will share the money with you every month." Jack said very freely, but his face showed a very arrogant posture of grabbing power.

"What if I say no?" Toomus smiled.

"Please, if you don't do it, someone has to do it, besides, now that our arms business is so good, it's just a vigilante with a red holster, there's no need to be so afraid."

"You think I'm scared?" Toomus raised her eyebrows, her face was a little unsightly, from the establishment to the present, only this bastard has always been disobedient to herself.

Now he wants to wash his name and come out to make trouble, which is not giving face.

"I didn't say that, but I think it's hard for me to live with that kind of regular job anymore." The meaning of Jack's words is obvious.

"You think so, too?" Toomus glanced at the silent crowd around her.

"I listen to the boss." The fat man in charge of weapon research and development said very decisively.

As the people around him nodded under Toomb's gaze one by one, Jack, who was the first to preach, was upset.

"Please, you don't all want to go back to the old job of looking at people's faces and working to death."

The crowd did not speak.

Toombs was satisfied, and said directly to Jack, "From now on you will be expelled from this team. ”

"Expulsion?" Jack looked at Toombus in surprise, "You're trying to drive me away?" ”

"Let's talk about it first, I'm not strict with my mouth, and if I get drunk at that time, I can say something to the police, so as not to affect your whitewashing."

"What?" Tumus laughed angrily, looked at Jack seriously, and seeing that the latter looked serious despite his seemingly playful appearance, he turned around and walked to the work table in front of the fat man, and picked up a firearm modified from an alien weapon.

Then he turned sharply, pointed his gun at Jack, and under the latter's stunned gaze, he quickly opened fire.

In the purple energy wave, Jack the Thriller, with his clothes, was directly turned into ashes, and his flesh and bones were completely blasted into slag.

"Hey, isn't this weapon only attractive?" Toombs said, feigned stunned.

The people around laughed dryly, looked at Jack's ashes, and suddenly felt awe-inspiring, and no longer dared to object, and began to concentrate on carrying out the order.

This Nima fired a cannon without saying a word, and afterwards said that he didn't know at all?

Hehe, it seems that the boss of the usually good old man has deteriorated, all evil moneyism.

As for Jack, he was honored to enter the alien brand vacuum cleaner afterwards, and the interests are the first brother, and the arms dealers are still quite particular.

In the middle of the night, squatting in a high-rise building, Spider-Man, who is a trainee of the Avengers, is very happy.