The cockpit is melodious Irish ballad with a light tone.

However, the expression of the driver sitting inside was not half light, he was sitting upright, looking ahead.

Like a car driving student taking a road test.

After coming out of that place, he drove to the city, and looking at the figures coming and going, he finally felt that the stones in his heart had been put down a little.

However, he had been turning around the nearby street for more than half an hour, and he estimated that if he continued to drive like this, the car would run out of gas, but the people in the car behind him did not have any instructions.

After another twenty minutes, he drove the car into the gas station, and took advantage of the time when he was refueling, and mustered up the courage to open the back door of the car.

And yet there's nothing in it? The black fabric used for camouflage is gone.

Not even the fucking empty jar was left for him.

……

The LCD TV on the wall shows a video of a fight match.

The strong man leveled his opponent with a right hook and raised his arms to the cheering spectator.

"This kind of fake boxing is really unprofessional, I really don't know if the audience's eyes are blind?" A man lying on a couch with his feet crossed on a coffee table pours beer into his mouth.

Cook now feels like his company is about to go out of business, and three months later, not a single person has signed in, and all his employees have resigned.

No fighters mean no fights, which means no financial resources.

If you continue like this, you'll starve to death, he thought to himself.

"Lingling......" At this time, the piercing telephone rang.

Cook picked up the phone slowly, and it was the same call-marketer anyway.

In fact, apart from those telemarketing, there are really few people who have called this landline number.

"Hey......" he said lazily.

"Hello." The cold and steady voice is a little familiar, as if I have heard it there.

"This is the Pole Studio, please leave a message if you have anything." Cook was about to hang up the phone as he spoke, and he wasn't in the mood to bother with whoever was going to do something.

"Uh...... Hello, I'm Wu Tong. The voice on the other end of the line paused and then continued, probably really thinking that Cook wasn't on the phone and that he was leaving a message.

"It's the Asian guy you met at the fight club the other day, it's like this, and now I'm in some trouble, I'm taking some people, it's not convenient to go to hotels or other places to stay, and I really don't know much about foreign countries, or I don't have any friends here."

"So ......"

"Would you like to provide me with a place to live if I joined your studio?"

"I'll call you again at this time tomorrow, and hopefully you'll be on the phone by then. Goodbye......"

Wu Tong said that he was going to hang up the payphone.

When he went to open the room just now, the staff of the inn looked at the strange combination in front of him with suspicious eyes, and asked him to show out the documents to prove his identity.

Of course Wu Tong didn't, but for Lucy, there was a lot of this kind of thing.

He even saw Lucy's credentials for congressmen, Pakistan's ambassador for peace, and members of the Wall Street Financial Foundation......

This lady has a rather complicated past, and when she was a spike under the Hive, she relied on the skill of disguise to do all sorts of things for her organization.

In the end, Lucy just pulled out a plain ID with her photo on it, but her address was in a small town in San Francisco.

Obviously, it was also forged, and Wu Tong was amazed that there were so many fake certificates abroad.

After carefully checking the photos, the staff opened a room for them and took them up, but ten minutes later the police came knocking on the door.

No way, the duo is so suspicious, an Asian man is carrying a scrawny girl in a sailor suit, according to him, who is sleeping.

A European lady also carries a little girl on her back.

It looked like some businessman who was doing illegal trafficking in human organs, so the management enthusiastically called the police, and even wittily locked the door before the police arrived.

Poor Wu Tong had just come out of the shower and put on his pants, and he had to run out of the window with Shen Yin on his back.

It's really perverted to be caught like this now, except for the windbreaker wrapped around and the pants worn on the body, there is nothing else.

He had to go to a nearby shopping mall and take a few clothes, as for the idea of transforming venom into clothes, Wu Tong could only think about it, he was not so skilled in operation.

Speaking of which, Venom has somehow become a little silent since they entered the hive.

After changing their clothes, they changed to a hotel, but it was the same result, and after a few times, Wu Tong felt that if they continued like this, they would probably be wanted by the police.

Wu Tong also didn't expect Lucy to say that she was going to the hive to bring Aita back, and now why did she bring out the burden of Shenyin.

Since Lucy didn't say, he didn't ask.

One thing is certain, though, that the girl is on Lucy's back with a small scratch on her neck.

Wu Tong was familiar with that scratch, and when she was in that passage, Lucy was also stunned by such a scratch.

Those neurotoxin-stained steel blades, even if they just scratch a little bit of your skin, are enough for you.

Fortunately, Wu Tong finally found a business card of Cook in the pocket of his windbreaker, otherwise he really didn't know where to go.

But this guy wasn't actually next to the phone, hell, why didn't he print the address on the business card?

"Hey, hey, hey! Is it Wu Tong? He was about to hang up the phone when an excited voice suddenly came from the receiver.

"I agree to your terms! No problem? You have no problem bringing a few people with you! If you join my studio, you name it! ”

Wu Tong was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart, since you are next to the phone, what the hell are you pretending.

"Of course, but the situation on my side is a bit complicated, and I need a quiet place to stay." Wu Tong turned his head and glanced at Shen Yin behind him.

"As I said, no problem!" Cook gave a loud burp.

……

S.H.I.E.L.D

"Very well, I think we can get rid of the hive in a short time, as long as we have this map and detailed geographical location, as for those test subjects that defy reality, I promised you, Captain, that they will all disappear."

"Still." Director Fury frowned. "You're saying someone helped you?"

"Yes, I thought it was another group of people you sent over." Barton said.

"They even brought a shield that I kept in the storeroom." Rogers pulled out a black lid.

"There's all this stuff, Captain, don't get them on my office floor." Director Fury said.

"No, it won't." Rogers replied. "It looks like some kind of biotechnology."

"Look." He drew a dagger from Patton's waist and sliced through the black on the shield.

Without the maintenance of the host, the black substance was easily cut apart, but soon, they healed back together.

"I think ......," said Director Fury, staring at the shield, "I found something interesting." ”

……

honeycomb

"Fack, are these guys crazy?" The cigar man said as he looked at the sluggish crowd outside.

"I think it's because of those things." Chien said, pointing to the baby-like test subject in the air.

"What about Dr. Tom? Didn't he just go out of here? ”

"It seems." Alston looked at the top of the emergency aisle, "We've been put on a line. ”

There was a black cloud of spider silk, which Wu Tong had originally used to drive the illusion-creating test subjects to move outward.

"There's no Dr. Tom, we've been tricked."

As he spoke, he gently flicked the mass of spider silk with the dagger in his hand, which was unusually hard and equally sharp.

Soon, the spider silk was torn open, and a drop of scarlet liquid fell from inside.

The shape of the dripping in the air resembles a seed.

It dripped lightly onto Auston's hand like a drop of red blood.

Then red blood spread out, enveloping his entire body.

"Fack, what the is this?" The cigar man shouted loudly, and Chien turned his head to look behind him.

A scarlet figure stood impressively.