As the sun sets over Midtown Manhattan, the traffic winds its way through the streets and the crowds are as small as ant colonies, and if you're lucky, stop by the east-west street to enjoy the famous "hanging sun" – a rare view of the sun hanging over the tall buildings on either side at sunset.

Marcus stands in front of the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, and the Watsendon Building is like a steel giant standing between heaven and earth, and he is the helmsman at the top, overlooking all living beings in the world.

Recently, this group owner, who controls huge wealth and hidden power, has a headache. As a monopoly giant in the medical industry, Watsonton's situation is also not good, a hidden opponent has given this monopoly giant a fatal blow, and the laboratory data scattered on the Internet and spread rapidly have become conclusive evidence that Watsendon secretly conducted illegal human experiments.

Due to the continuous fermentation of public opinion, coupled with the promotion of human rights organizations, Watsonton Company was suddenly pushed to the forefront, facing the embarrassing situation of riding a tiger, which can not be directly denied, after all, all kinds of graphic materials have been circulated, and it is impossible to block the news at all, but if it is admitted, it will immediately accept the punishment of the law, as well as everyone's verbal and written criticism.

After the formal intervention of the judicial department, Marcus had no choice but to abandon the car and hand over the scientific director and some other inconsequential little people in the laboratory, claiming that Watsendon knew nothing about these human experiments and illegal detention, and that everything was done by the scientific director who was hostile to mutants - whether the citizens believed this reason or not, at least the judicial personnel who conducted the investigation believed it.

In this way, a huge crisis that was enough to crush Watsonton was defused and eliminated under the operation of Marcus. Although he paid a lot of costs, contacted various forces, and made promises of huge benefits, but in any case, the big ship of Watsonton still survived in the turbulent and angry waves.

"Who's behind this?" Marcus's eyes were gloomy, like an enraged hungry wolf, revealing a ferocious light that made people palpitate.

He mobilized his strength to track it down, but the other party's hands and feet were clean, leaving no traces that could be traced, even if the hacker team traced the anonymous information on the Internet, they found nothing, like a non-existent ghost hovering over Watsonton's head.

This dispelled Marcus's suspicions about Osborne Industries and Ambrera, those two immature little guys were far from being able to do this.

Looking at the crowd holding various signs and protesting loudly downstairs, Marcus couldn't help but smile contemptuously, a person as small as an ant, and a delusional voice to make his voice heard, who cares about the accusations and criticisms of the lowly?

When the limelight passes, everyone will naturally forget about the Watsendon scandal, and when the time comes, they will launch several free donations to public hospitals, or donate a free amount of money and equipment to nursing homes or disease monitoring centers, and at that time, everyone will praise Watsonton's good deeds.

As for the bloody crimes that had been committed, it was just the stupidity of a scientific director who was blinded by hatred and had nothing to do with Watsonton.

The only pity is that we can only put on hold the plan to suppress Osborne Industries and Ambrera, and sit back and watch them slowly occupy the market and begin to grow.

Marcus couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, he had originally prepared a series of thunderous means, but unfortunately Senator Kelly's guy didn't know what was going on, and he became a mutant, and then the data inside the laboratory was also stolen at the same time, circulated on the Internet, causing a frenzy of public opinion, and the two things happened too coincidentally, it made people feel like a script that had been designed a long time ago.

"As long as the giant Watsendon does not fall, no matter how much Osborne and Ambrera struggle, they will not escape the fate of being eaten away by predators at the top of the industry!"

Through the glass window, he could faintly see the huge billboard playing the industry news of Osborne Industries and Ambrera, and the young man with black hair who was in a posture appeared in it, and his gentle and kind smile seemed to Marcus to be both hypocritical and disgusting, even more disgusting than Tony Stark's arrogant face.

"I don't believe you can always be so proud, this time it's just luck, I bumped into someone targeting Watsonton, or it won't be long before I mobilize resources and directly crush you and your lab!"

Marcus said indignantly, since he set his sights on this emerging scientific research institution, it seems that his luck is not very good, originally united with Senator Kelly, ready to take down Osborne Industries in one fell swoop, but at this time, the other party was revealed to be a mutant, his status plummeted, and various conspiracy theories were rampant. On Stryker's side, he finally managed to get his hands on the mutants' genetic data, but the experimental data was stolen, and Watsonton almost collapsed.

It seems that there is a providence in the dark, which makes Marcus feel that the young boy is not the concubine of Lady Luck, otherwise how could he suffer a heavy blow every time he just wants to act.

"Chairman, Colonel William Stryker's phone ......" the secretary stood outside knocking on the door.

Thinking of the upcoming complaints and questioning, Marcus felt a little headache, and in order to divert his attention, he pushed the scientific director to be a scapegoat, and at the same time, the judicial department confiscated and took away several living mutant corpses from Stryker, as well as some data from anatomical research. Obviously, the colonel called at this time, obviously with the purpose of asking the teacher to ask for guilt.

After hesitating for a moment, the old man in charge of Watsonton still answered the phone, it was not appropriate to tear his face with Stryker now, if he wanted to continue the research of mutant suppression potions, he still needed the cooperation and help of the other party.

"Hello, Mr. Colonel...... Believe Watsonton's assurances that none of this will ever involve you, and I've got you covered...... Of course, there should be trust between partners, and I am deeply sorry for what happened to Senator Kelly...... Rest assured, Colonel Stryker, soon you will receive a sincere ...... from Watson"

Marcus held back his impatience and smiled on the phone with Stryker, a cold and solemn colonel who only wanted to benefit from Watsonton, but was stingy with his own efforts.

If it weren't for the research and development of mutant suppression potions, which needed Stryker's help for the time being, Marcus would have turned around and forcibly taken away all the achievements of the other party.

In between conversations, Marcus casually looked out the window, the afterglow of the setting sun had faded, the warm light sank into the horizon, and the veil of night quietly draped over the city.

However, in the most ordinary scene, there is a discordant figure-

An old man wearing a helmet and purple robe stood tall in the void, his hands outstretched, as if he were manipulating the movement of the earth, as if everything had lost gravity, and cars floated in the air, forming a spectacular steel dragon.

The proud old man, like a king, walked on a staircase of steel and metal towards Watsonton.

The phone in his hand suddenly fell, Marcus opened his mouth wide, his eyes were full of horror, and a cold feeling swept through his body.