i screwed up marvel

Chapter 32

"I understand your father's feeling a little bit now. It's really tiring to find someone."

Martin grabbed his hair and kept searching for all kinds of sudden and suspicious news in South America.

"These shitty places are like hell, there are shootings, murders and bombings every day."

Betty hugged Martin's head and kissed it, then sighed and said, "Don't worry, my father just often uses the troops directly under him to do some tracking and security work, and he can't handle this kind of thing."

Martin glanced at Betty speechlessly: "Baby, you really are too naive."

"That's right! Website!"

Martin suddenly remembered something, opened the website of his company "BBM", and checked the message board.

There are various messages in it:

Religious propaganda.

Sale ads.

Beauty comes to the door.

poetry...

"Wait! This!"

Martin immediately stared at the four lines of the poem, "The second word in the first line, the third line in the second line, the fourth line in the third line, the fifth line..."

Betty didn't know, so: "What is this?"

"My secret code with Bruce, remember the time he met old Banner?"

Martin explained to her: "At that time, just in case, we agreed to leave a password here. The password is a word in a fixed position in each sentence. He said... a place that sells vegetables?"

This "answer" made him a little dumbfounded: "Didn't Bruce write it?"

Betty frowned, and suddenly pointed to a sales advertisement above: "What is this?"

Martin read quickly: "Vegetables and Fruits, Home Mail, Location, RFB, RIO..."

Betty heard Martin's words, and immediately reacted: "Federal Republic of Brazil, Rio de Janeiro, this is the address of a slum vegetable market, he asked us to mail him something!"

After finishing speaking, Betty patted her chest: "Thank God! God bless him! He is still alive!"

Martin looked at her hand amusedly: "Let me know next time you want to take a picture, and I will take it for you.

Baby, I already said he was fine.

Well, now we have to prepare something for him as soon as possible. I guess he chose the vegetable market because it is convenient to beg for food. "

Betty pushed him with a smile, and said: "Bruce must have been miserable these days, I guess he should regret it."

Martin shrugged: "Who knows."

Betty asked again: "What kind of bureau really did it?"

Martin said affirmatively, "That's right, it's not about them making the shot, it's also about them."

The two began to "make a list" for Bruce, but Betty called "what bureau" in his mouth.

The incoming call showed an unknown number.

Martin picked it up without hesitation: "Hello."

"Hello, Martin, I'm Phil Coulson, S.H.I.E.L.D...."

"Hi, Phil, I know, Shitshield, your new name is nice."

"I... S.H.I.E.L.D.! This is a call from General Ross. I think you know what I'm going to say. Can we have an interview?"

"No."

"what?"

Coulson froze, he didn't expect this answer.

"You guys are responsible for what happened to Bruce?" Betty heard the call and leaned over to ask.

"I've heard about Bruce, and I'm sorry about it, but it's really not our reason. We're also looking for Bruce."

Colson explained.

Martin shook Betty's hand, signaling her to be calm.

"Okay, it looks like it's you."

Martin smiled and continued, "Let's continue the topic just now. I know you want the serum. In view of our relationship, you need to prepare a lot of money."

Coulson felt aggrieved for a while, and said with a wry smile: "It seems that you misunderstood us deeply. We are an organization dedicated to maintaining world stability and never target anyone. What happened to Natasha before was that we didn't communication, but you have taught us enough lessons..."

"Oh! You still want to reason with me? I didn't kill her to give you some face. Don't be ignorant. If you talk too much, I'll dismantle your three curved wings. Now, pay for it!"

It took Coulson a while to understand the meaning of Martin's words. Suddenly, the veins popped on his forehead. No matter how good his temper was, he couldn't bear it anymore. He gritted his teeth and said, "It seems that we haven't discussed the price yet."

"Give it whatever you want. I'll give you as much serum as you want. Oh, by the way, don't bother me if it's less than 1000 million."

After Martin finished speaking, he was about to hang up the phone.

Seriously, hanging up on someone's phone is cool.

Addictive.

Coulson hurriedly said: "500 million!"

Martin slowed down, nodded and said, "Well, this price can still be discussed for 2 minutes, let's talk."

Coulson rolled his eyes and hurriedly said, "I want to know if the serum you gave us was the one given to General Ross, or the one from Stark?"

Martin chuckled, "You guess."

Colson: "..."

He had already decided in his heart that he would hang this guy's head on the target the next time he practiced shooting.

But the tone was as gentle as possible and said: "There is one more thing I must explain. General Ross once protested to the council that we sent agents twice. This is absolutely impossible. We only sent Natasha to perform intelligence collection tasks. An armed man who infiltrated Bruce's residence..."

"It's also yours."

Martin said lightly.

"Here's what I'm going to say..."

Just as Coulson was about to explain, Martin interrupted again:

"You spies are always like this, full of lies, fraud, dirty and hateful like mice, but always pretend to be selfless heroes, you should go see that guy..."

"Yes, I know, almost the same equipment as our field personnel, but as far as I know he is not one of us!" Coulson was also anxious and interrupted Martin's words.

He said again in a serious tone: "Besides, we are agents, not spies!"

Martin chuckled: "Oh, yes, you are thieves and liars.

Don't worry, buddy, I see you are a nice person, let me remind you.

Think of what rubbish you are all.

A mouse that lives in deceit and darkness every day.

You are lying to your own people as well! "

Coulson was silent for a while, as if digesting the meaning of Martin's words.

Martin said again: "2 minutes is up, remember to pay."

When Coulson heard the sound of the phone hanging up, he immediately threw the phone on the sofa as if electrocuted, rubbed his head and smiled wryly: "This guy is really disgusting, bastard, oh, I'm sorry, Director..."

As he spoke, he slapped his forehead twice.

Damn, how did you say what that guy Martin said.

Nick Fury, who was sitting on the office chair, twitched his eyes, and his face seemed to turn dark again.

Coulson could see that the boss's black face was getting darker, and he said quickly: "I'm dizzy from his anger, we..."

He suddenly didn't know what to say, and felt a little autistic.

Nick Fury raised his hand, signaling him to wait, raised his hand to operate on the computer, then picked up the phone on the desk and said: "Pay money to this account, 2000 million."

"Haven't thought of it yet?"

Nick Fury got up and stood in front of the window, looking at the busy people below, "An outsider can see that there is something wrong with us, but we can't find anything."

"Is there a problem inside?"

Coulson was startled, he had never thought about it in this direction.

Now that he was reminded by the director, he immediately reacted: "Other agencies have reached an agreement with the military, and we are the most likely to send someone..."

Nick Fury turned around and pointed at him with his fingers: "Keep in mind, there are not many people I can trust. I need you to help me observe who is wrong."

(End of this chapter)