Le Ziren's happy life in Marvel

Chapter 34 Life in Magical Salted Fish Town

It can be said that Sherlock flicked Rumlo fiercely in the car. There is no recording equipment in the S.H.I.E.L.D. vehicle, so Sherlock can’t believe it at all. It's for Black Braised Eggs.

There are only three kinds of potions that Sherlock intends to sell to S.H.I.E.L.D., white moss potion for trauma, antidote for detoxification, and compound decoction for transformation. Among them, the amount of compound decoction is the least, even According to Sherlock's plan, it is a quantity that can be counted by hand.

Although the other two potions were not as rare as the compound decoction, they were not many. In short, the rarest was the most expensive.

This is also convenient for Sherlock to make a big deal from S.H.I.E.L.D., and those side effects that are not sure whether they are heroic or bear-level can also be a good way to dissuade Hydra, who is still seeking stability.

As for the black stewed egg, Sherlock has always believed that the current black stewed egg must be concerned about this potion of his own, and may even be opposed to it.

The appearance of Thor is the fuse of this matter. The mysterious protoss, coupled with the weird wizard in Sherlock's vest, can't help worrying too much about whether Sherlock's potion will really appear The side effects of those comparable to the gods.

What's more, apart from other things, the pure effect of those medicines is enough to make the black stewed egg take care of itself after experiencing Thor's experience.

Only in this way can Sherlock stand firmly on the pharmacist's vest.

Speaking of now, Rumlow, who was almost limped by Sherlock, put Sherlock on the edge of the town, and couldn't wait to drive back.

As a field worker, he faced Sherlock's "nine truths and one false" deception method inherited from Uncle Benshan's previous Spring Festival Gala, and his brain began to hurt. When he was in the car, Rumlow even began to regret that he studied when he was young. Read less.

Looking at Rumlow who disappeared in a flash, Sherlock couldn't help curling his lips while standing on the outskirts of the town. He hadn't started to inquire about Rumlow's family situation yet, why did this guy run away so eagerly?

As far as this fighting power is concerned, it is far too different from the village aunts in my previous life.

Seeing that Rumlo disappeared into the distance in Yuhuangdidi with a cigarette, Sherlock no longer entangled with SHIELD matters, and turned around leisurely and walked towards the town.

The town looks like a very typical western town. It is a typical red neck town. The town is not very big, but it has all the internal organs.

All the supporting supplies needed are readily available in the town. Sherlock was very satisfied with the configuration of the town, so he found a hotel and checked in.

There are not many tourists in the town, so correspondingly, the hotel is not too big, but it is clean and has a western cowboy feel. Sherlock is very satisfied with the place he lives in.

After confirming where he lived in the past few days, Sherlock sent his address to the insurance company's very contrasting on-site investigator, and then he locked the door and prepared to go out to worship his five internal organs temple.

In such a rural place, most of the food in small restaurants is mainly meat, and most of them are family workshops, and there are not so many chain enterprises.

Naturally, the taste is much better than those fast food chains. After Sherlock casually ordered a few special dishes on the menu that he was looking forward to, he leisurely watched the TV in the small restaurant to pass the boring time. .

While Sherlock was watching the TV report about Tony who was doing good deeds everywhere, Sherlock's cell phone rang unexpectedly.

Looking suspiciously at the words "big shit" on the caller ID, Sherlock slowly picked up the phone.

"My dear nephew, I heard that your journey was interrupted by a hammer that fell from the sky? And you were entangled by those difficult guys from SHIELD?"

Just as he picked up the phone, Tony's gleeful figure came out of the phone, Sherlock rolled his eyes angrily, and then complained.

"My dear uncle, you are very well-informed. May I ask where you heard the news? As for the group of difficult guys you mentioned, I am sorry to tell you that maybe they are now Listening to our conversation."

Listening to Sherlock's words, Sherlock could feel that the opposite party was obviously stunned for a moment, and then Tony's figure came out of the receiver.

"Monkeys! That fucking nigga actually listened to my phone calls? Jarvis, remember that starting today, my phone calls will be encrypted! I don't want my private life to be exposed to that guy who talks about mags! "

Sherlock listened to Tony's mouth-smelling fragrance in the receiver for about 5 minutes. Seeing that the dishes he ordered began to be served one after another, Sherlock saw that there were not many people in the restaurant, so he turned his phone Turned down the volume a bit, and turned on the speaker, ready to have dinner with the voice of Tony breaking the defense.

After a while, Tony stopped the part of exhaling fragrance, and asked Sherlock in a low voice if you are still there.

After Sherlock swallowed the food in his mouth very calmly, he answered slowly.

"Of course, my dear uncle, you just served food in such a distraught manner, I even felt that the food I ate just now was a bit delicious."

Listening to Sherlock's words, Tony broke the defense again. After fighting Sherlock for about 5 minutes, Tony announced that he had lost this round.

After playing around, Sherlock remembered to talk about something serious, and then asked.

"Come on, let's get down to business. How did you know that my car was smashed with a hammer? That insurance investigator should have been given the name Fobo by those guys from S.H.I.E.L.D. You have to sign a non-disclosure agreement."

Listening to Sherlock's question, Tony, who had lost out because of his mouth, quickly became emotional again, so he answered proudly.

"It's very simple, because that insurance is one of my industries! What's more, no one can refuse Stark's 'good faith' inquiry!"

This time it was Sherlock's turn to break the defense. After using Ma Zhe's argument in his previous life to satirize Tony, the damn capitalist, for nearly 5 minutes, Sherlock was satisfied.

After Sherlock finally shut up, Tony's voice came from the phone.

"Okay, okay, let's get down to business, tell me, is that hammer really as magical as the insurance investigator said? It can't be lifted at all."

Just when Sherlock was about to say something casually to dismiss the curious Tony, there was a sound of broken glass in Sherlock's ear. Before Sherlock could react, a blond man had already grabbed Xia Locke. Locke's shoulders began to shake vigorously.

"Is what you said true? A hammer that can't be lifted, and it fell from the sky? Tell me, where is that hammer!!"

(End of this chapter)