Chapter Ninety-Eight: There's an Antique Shop

"Little Brother Li, why haven't I seen you these days!"

At the door of an antique shop, Mo Youqian greeted Li Qingyuan with a smile.

That's right, because someone's name is so wasteful, so his shop is simply called an antique shop!

After all, even an inn can become the most famous chain store in all the martial arts worlds, and an antique store may become the hottest existence in the heavens?

"I've been busy going out for a few days, Brother Mo is going to buy groceries again?"

Looking at the vegetable basket that Mo Youqian was carrying in his hand, Li Qingyuan asked curiously.

Anyway, I have lived on this street for a while, and I have never seen Mo Youqian, an old boy, have any legitimate work, and every day he either fishes or squats on the corner of the street to peep at the big girl on the side of the road, and he is an old bastard.

I opened this shop completely to hide from my leisure, but where did the other party get the money so mixed up every day?

Although the other party opened a martial arts gym, it doesn't matter if it's a tattered signboard or a dojo that is about to collapse, it doesn't look like someone will pay money!

"yes, I'm going to buy tofu!" Mo Youqian grinned, but his obscene expression had to make people wonder if the tofu in the other party's mouth had any special meaning?

Leaning on the rocking chair at the door and lying on the corpse, Li Qingyuan felt that he had entered the state of retirement in advance.

However, the crowd walking around did not show any surprise at his behavior, because this is New York, and it is not surprising that there are no people.

What's more, as the owner of an antique shop, what he pays attention to is that he will not open for three years and eat for three years.

"Boss, how do you sell this thing?"

It's just that his leisurely life of lying on the corpse has not lasted for fifteen minutes when he hears someone shouting in the shop.

'! ’

Li Qingyuan stood up a little depressed, then walked into the house, looked at the guy who was holding a pair of copy paper carved out a map of the trip to the mountains and rivers pretending to admire, and rose angrily.

"Don't you have anyone else in S.H.I.E.L.D.? I let you run back and forth alone every day, is it because I am afraid that others will not find out the problem? ”

"Well, I happened to be on a mission in New York recently, so I was here!" Ward touched his nose a little embarrassed, and threw the ancient painting in his hand that looked like a forgery onto the shelf.

Seriously, he wouldn't want to come forward if he could, but who made Garrett have no one under him now!

As a veteran of S.H.I.E.L.D., Garrett naturally has a horse boy under his command, otherwise he would not dare to have the idea of standing on his own.

But Li Qingyuan, as Garrett's dark chess in ambush, of course, the less people know about it, the better.

Originally, Garrett thought that Li Qingyuan was just a master of playing with bombs and gunpowder, and recommended the other party to go to the Stark Group to help Obadia. Stan was just a handsome effort, not expecting anything from the other party.

However, he didn't expect that the other party would far exceed his expectations, and solve the problem that plagued the entire Stark Group Munitions Research Laboratory in just a few days.

Garrett felt that he had picked up a treasure at this time, and his evaluation of Li Qingyuan instantly rose several notches.

"What's the matter with this visit?" Ignoring Ward's embarrassed eyes, Li Qingyuan sat directly on the chair and asked.

"Let me ask you where you got the blood sample you gave to the Osborne Group last time?" Although he felt like a subordinate being reprimanded by the other party, Ward thought of his task and pretended to be a grandson.

"Blood samples? Did the Osborne Group test results? Hearing Ward's report, Li Qingyuan thought of what he asked him to do the day before yesterday.

Michael's blood was in the freezer, but it had an expiration date, so he called Ward as soon as he got back and asked him to bring a 10 ml blood sample to Norman. Osborne.

Seriously, among all the Marvel villains, the Green Goblins definitely have the strength to compete for the most bitter villain trophy.

Originally, there was nothing wrong with people, and it was tragic enough for a family genetic disease to cause genetic collapse, but the life-saving medicine that was finally developed was ruined by some people with ulterior motives in a false name.

Seriously, that is, Norman. Osborne is broad-minded enough, Li Qingyuan thinks that if he is in the other party's position, let alone Peter. Parker got and put Richard. The destruction of the ancestral tomb by the nine tribes of Parker is considered merciful!

Because Norman. Osborne is also a chaebol boss no matter what he says, and it is unrealistic to want to see the other party in his own identity, so he used Garrett's relationship to send the blood sample to the other party.

I thought it would be at least a while before someone contacted me, but I didn't expect that in just two days, the Osborne Group had already studied the mystery of blood?

"The specific data is still being tested, but based on the available data, it is estimated that the blood contains a strange healing cell that has a miraculous effect on the treatment of genetic diseases." Because of his excitement, Ward spoke with a trill.

The reason why Garrett betrayed S.H.I.E.L.D. and joined the arms of Hydra at such a young age, in addition to feeling that he had been treated unfairly and discriminatorily, was mainly because of his body.

Because of the perennial tasks of birth and death and the crazy squeezing of life force, Garrett's body has begun to collapse, even with the best medical treatment in the world, he will inevitably begin to weaken.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are basically something that no one can avoid, and Garrett is no exception.

But now, Li Qingyuan took out a blood sample, not only to Norman. Osborne's rebirth also gave Garrett a sense of hope for rebirth.

Michael's blood is a panacea, and although it can't make people immortal, it can be used to heal cell breakdowns, whether it's a genetic disease of the Osborne family or Garrett's dark wounds, according to the results of research.

How could Ward, who had always seen Garrett as his father, not be excited?

"Norman. Mr. Osborne wants to talk to you personally, I wonder when you will have time? ”

"Not lately, I'm busy!" Li Qingyuan waved his hands and said directly.

He had just come out of the mission world, and he didn't want to run to the mission again so quickly.

Norman. Osborne, as the Green Goblin, plus he has a Dr. Lizard under him, if he doesn't get it right, it's two missions in a row, and he doesn't want to work so hard.

Ward tilted his head to look at the empty shop, and remembered that he had just walked in and saw someone lying in a rocking chair and was decadent, and he really didn't know what kind of nonsense the other person had to say that he was busy.