Manhattan, a high-end villa.

Alexandra had a delicious breakfast as usual.

Unlike Mrs. Gao, she has always maintained her love for the world, enjoying every day of her long life, and enjoying every beauty of the prosperous world while squandering her time:

Great food, beautiful scenery, good music, nice men.

She enjoyed all the good things in this world, but never enough.

The appearance of the Immortal Iron Fist and the Ghost Rider made her mood worse than ever, but fortunately, on this not-so-bad morning, there was one more thing to be happy about.

"Madam, Mr. Murakami is here." The housekeeper in leather shoes was respectful and well-behaved.

"Let him in."

Alexandra put down her knife and fork, straightened her dress, and slowly got up.

As noble and elegant as ever.

The door opened, and a young, muscular Japanese man walked in.

"Old friend, how long have we not seen each other?" Alexandra asked with a smile.

"Fifty years or sixty years? We wouldn't have met at all if it weren't necessary, as we had before the First World War, my fearless leader, Lady Alexandra. ”

Murakami handed the coat to the butler, as natural as in his own home, and moved his arm, smiling: "Are you sure this meeting is important?" You seem to be weak, far weaker than I thought. How long will you live? ”

Alexandra didn't answer immediately.

For so many years, she and her companions have been avoiding fighting, because their strength comes from the keel, not the energy of life itself, every bit of consumption is not replenished, and every fight accelerates the aging of the body, the failure of organs.

Once the strength is exhausted, they will die.

They will complete in a matter of minutes, or even seconds, the decades that others need to go through, in Taoist parlance: the five decays of heaven and man.

And now, she's almost there.

"I may only last a few years, but if I die, how long will you last?"

Alexandra sat elegantly on the stool and looked at Murakami: "The last keel is in my hand, it is what I deserve, it is saved over the years." Madame Gao is the oldest of us, she only got the keel in her hundreds, and even if she avoided fighting as much as possible, she would wear it out faster than we did. Sowanda, Botu, and you love to kill, you love to fight, and although you are all younger than me, you consume more than me. ”

"The keel was taken away by the five of us from Kunlun, it is shared, and the last resource does not belong to you, it belongs to everyone."

Murakami glanced at Alexandra and was very polite: "This, I think Botu and Suwanda will agree with too." They're coming, aren't they? ”

Alexandra smiled slightly, obviously not afraid of Murakami's threat: "You are all here, not because I am your leader, but because you are all afraid. Mrs. Gao's death makes you afraid. Although the Immortal Iron Fist of this generation is not as powerful as our generation back then, we have no keel, and our strength is far less than before, so we can't fight him at all. ”

"So?" Murakami raised an eyebrow.

"So like I said before, we need to rely on other forces, even the most terrible and uncontrollable ones."

Alexandra picked up the remote and pressed it, the home theater turned on, and a news story appeared.

"On a farm in eastern Missouri, a family of seven was brutally killed, and the murderer was actually a 14-year-old boy?"

"The scene was shocking, more than 10 police officers retched, and the reporter did not dare to approach at all."

"An unnamed police officer declared that this was the most disgusting crime scene he had seen in his 23 years as a police officer, and there was no one."

"The victim had multiple organs missing, and there were scratches and bite marks on his body!"

……

The sporadic images have been blurred, but the disgusting scene and the cruelty of the murderer can still be seen.

But Murakami was obviously accustomed to it, and his brows furrowed slightly: "The murderer is 'Black Sky'?" Has the 'beast' descended? ”

Alexandra nodded: "Judging from the situation at the scene, the beast has completely controlled the little boy's mental will. Keep killing, so that its power continues to descend on this world. It's strong now, but it's getting the attention of the police department, S.H.I.E.L.D., and even Hydra, and it needs our help now, and we need its strength. ”

Murakami pinched his eyebrows: "We can summon it and help it bring more power to this world, but we can't control it." ”

A sneer appeared on Alexandra's face: "Except for Mrs. Gao, I am the most opposed to letting it come, and you are the most supportive." Murakami, are you scared? Only a beast can defeat or even kill the Immortal Iron Fist. ”

"Afraid? Madame, you understand me, I will be afraid? Don't provoke me, I just don't want us to be killed by the 'beast' before we return to Kunlun. ”

Murakami stared at the TV screen and said in a deep voice: "Madam, you are actually willing to take risks, it seems that your time is really running out." You've got it all arranged? ”

Alexandra nodded: "Wilson Fisk has someone at the police station who is trying to hide the traces of the beast. My men will soon take it over, and then I will give it the rest of the keel and perform the ritual for the little boy to make him stronger, and thus the "beast" stronger. ”

Murakami's eyes shrank: "That's the hope of our resurrection!" Use up the last keel, and if any of us die, we will never be resurrected again! ”

Alexandra sneered, "Immortal Iron Fist is not a fool, and neither is a stick. As long as we cut off our heads, or completely destroy our bodies, even if Shou Lao is captured and killed, we will not be able to resurrect. ”

Murakami was silent for two minutes before he finally spoke: "Specific plan? ”

Alexandra smiled.

Mrs. Gao, who was the most difficult to convince, died, and Murakami, who knew the most and was also the most afraid of the "beast", was convinced.

This plan can be executed!

……

……

He lay on a wicker chair during the day to teach Robbie and Gabe, sat on the couch at night and taught Matt, Erica and Stick, returned to the Azeroster shop at about half past ten, and taught Skye in bed in the middle of the night until dawn.

Originally, I wanted to buy a house, but the problem was that all the money was used by Sky to buy shares in Stark Industries.

After so many days, Stark Industries' stock price has experienced an initial cliff-like decline, and with the efforts of all employees, it has gradually recovered, and even if it is sold now, Lao Wang can make a lot of money.

Calculating the time, the future Iron Man is estimated to be born soon, as soon as the news comes out, the stock price will definitely skyrocket, endure the temporary pain, in exchange for the comfort of the near future, of course Lao Wang can't just wilt like this, continue not to stop.

Skye's truck is not suitable for people at all, the bachelor apartment rented by Lao Wang is only one bed, Skye is unwilling to live, and it is not good for lonely men and widows.

Lao Wang really doesn't understand, the Azerost production store is only one bed, and it is also a lonely man and widow, how can he live?

Does this girl still choose a bed?

If you choose a bed, won't you be done with another bed, as for squeezing one with me?

And it's also a small bed of 1.2 meters.

Just like now.

Lao Wang's heart is wide and fat, and the whole person lies on the bed, and one bed accounts for most of it.

There's not much room left for Skye......

Fortunately, Lao Wang came up with a good solution: Skye, you can sleep in a rattan chair!

It's early in the morning.

Skye, tired and sweaty, was about to carry Lao Wang from the bed to the wicker chair so that he could move his gaze for a while.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and it was Black Widow.

"Master Wang, your equipment is ready."

"Also, you're a special adviser to S.H.I.E.L.D., and you don't work for a week with a salary more than mine...... Excuse me? ”