Night 2:3o.

White fog fills the air.

The dazzling light on the building turned into a shimmer of light under the white mist.

In this kind of weather and time, except for the men and women who are still immersed in the searching/fun, most people stay in their huts and lie comfortably under the covers.

The streets are sparsely populated, and the occasional car sps through the fog with rousing music and danger.

A man with a bowler hat, a black trench coat, a pair of hands on his back, a slightly clumsy figure, and a face hidden under the darkness, was looking up slightly into the depths of the white mist in front of him.

The faint sound of vehicles maneuvering came from the quiet night, and as the sound grew louder and louder, a yellow, what looked like a very ordinary food pick-up truck, broke through the white fog and appeared in the top hat's sight.

……

Storm's Old House.

Meng Ao yawned, casually wearing a pair of pajamas, and asked with a somewhat tired face, "Did you find out anything?" ”

"Nope." Butler Al's face was also very bad: "It's all normal, but when it was the last step, the news never came back." ”

"What does S.H.I.E.L.D. say?" Meng Ao held his chin in his hand, he was in a very bad mood now, whether it was being called out of the warm bed to disturb his sleep, or what the butler Al had reported to him.

"They don't have a clue yet. The other party is very resourceful and makes smart use of the environment. The old butler Al said.

"I thought S.H.I.E.L.D. knew everything and could do anything. This is a grade serum for them! Can't they use dim sum? Meng Ao shook his hand fiercely: "Can you take Nick's one-eyed dragon call for me?" I guess I need an explanation. That's the latest sixth-generation serum! ”

"He guessed that you would ask him for an explanation, and promised that he would take some time out to see you again if you wanted." The old butler Al said with a blank look: "He thinks that there are forces of nature and people involved, so he promised us that he would pursue it." ”

"What about the losses?" Meng Ao blinked, and the lion opened his mouth widely and said, "He didn't mention compensation?" ”

"It's not clear which process went wrong or who is responsible." Al cautiously reminded Meng Ao.

"Are there many people and forces who can do this? Even S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't have a clue for the time being? Meng Ao squatted on the sand, his teeth clenching his index finger little by little, only in this moment when there were no outsiders, he would show a little bit of his true nature at this age.

"To the world of ordinary people, S.H.I.E.L.D. is omnipotent, and Storm Enterprises are also huge things that are difficult to destroy, but for another world isolated by S.H.I.E.L.D., S.H.I.E.L.D. and Storm Enterprises are not yet calling for wind and rain."

"Do I remember ten years ago or eleven years ago, something similar happened to Storm Enterprises?" Meng Ao remembered something and asked.

"Yes, the theft of the third generation of serum, and the destruction of the materials in the real yàn room. It was a devastating blow to Storm's business, which had just started to improve at that time and had not yet established a stable foundation. Al said: "All the early gains have been lost, and a lot of money has been lost, although Storm Enterprises has survived with the injection of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Wall Street, but it has broken its bones." ”

"After the incident was born, the lord recalled William, who was conscripted by the military, under pressure, and initially established a defense force belonging to the Storm family." Al added: "Ida joined later, also because the master valued her outstanding espionage ability. ”

"Spies know spies better."

"What about the follow-up? No follow-up reports and results? I didn't see those things. Meng Ao frowned.

"You know, my lord has never been very fond of things outside of management studies. The terrible situation at that time also involved a lot of energy on the master's part, and he did not have many credible people who could be trusted and had excellent tracking ability to appoint. ”

"So it's over? Al, don't sue me for being like this. Meng Ao rolled his eyes.

"Of course not, the lord got some news and confirmed the identity of that person, it was done by someone from the underworld."

"The underworld? Those gang gangsters/hooligans? ”

"No, those people aren't really part of the underworld. The real underground world is the people who wander between the two worlds of ordinary people and aliens. Most of them are human beings who have a skill and talent in some way, and they know the existence of those aliens, and even cooperate with those aliens. ”

"Cooperation?" Meng Ao was a little surprised.

"Yes, cooperation." There was a rare hint of disgust in Al's tone: "Up to some of the latest technology, down to some unsightly 'goods', it's all trades. ”

"Unsightly goods?"

"Don't force me to say it, young master."

"Don't be like this, old Al, the most annoying thing about telling a story is to tell half of it and keep half of it."

"It's the human body! The human body transaction is the biggest transaction for those people and aliens. Al said unhappily.

"The human body?" Meng Ao didn't expect it.

"Yes, because organizations like S.H.I.E.L.D. exist, many outliers need to find a few agents and collaborators in the human world to provide them with some necessary things. For example, a blood bank that the Bloodline needs? The human body that you need! Some forbidden items that careerists and mad scientists need. These are all on the trading list of the underworld. ”

"What did my father do in the first place?" Meng Ao, who got what he wanted to know, also frowned and changed the subject.

Meng Ao no longer dwelled on the topic that made him feel difficult to talk about before, and Al also breathed a sigh of relief: "The master has found a certain famous organization in the underground world. ”

"Where's the name?"

"It's called the League of Assassins."

"The end result?"

"The result? As a result, there is still no result. The League of Assassins would never give up on their next mission, but word of success has not yet arrived. Al looked helpless.

……

It was gloomy, like Harry Osborne's mood. It was a rare time for his father to be summoned home, but Harry really didn't have any happy thoughts.

Norman Osborne's bedroom was blocked by heavy curtains, and the only light source in the bedroom was the small orange lamp at the head of the bed. Once inside, Harry's mood had taken a turn for the worse again.

"You don't see me." Harry stood in front of the bed and said coldly to Norman Osborn, who was lying on the couch.

"Look at this newspaper report!" Norman Osborne, who was very weak about his son Harry's coldness, patted a newspaper resting on the quilt and drew a deep line with his thick and long nails on one of the reports.

“…… A food van was stolen ......"

Harry picked up the newspaper and read it as Norman Osborne pointed out, and after a few moments, when he put down the paper, he said to Norman Osborne in a cold tone, "You saw me just so I could read this?" I don't know how many times this kind of thing happens every day......"

"I sued you, Harry!" Norman Osborne looked disappointed in his eyes and said angrily: "Look at a thing as if you were a person, and never look at his appearance!" ”

"Look at the essence. I know! Harry said.

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