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Chapter 33 One Punch, One Punch

"Good morning, I am Emil Bronski."

"Hi! Call me Martin, thanks for coming."

Martin shook hands with the visitor, who brought two off-road vehicles and an armored vehicle as temporary guards.

This is Martin's request to General Ross for support.

"I heard that you can blow a tire with one kick. I tried it yesterday."

Bronski pointed back. "Run-flat tires won't work, but house tires are fine."

Martin looked at the dwarf who was about the same height as himself in surprise: "From the green fat team?"

Bronski shook his head angrily: "We are the Thunder team, half of them are here, and there is also the general's direct special forces team.

You really are just like the general said, your speech is ugly..."

"Wait!" Martin interrupted him suddenly. "What's your name?"

Bronski's face darkened: "I'm Emil Bronski, the captain of the Thunder!"

Abomination!

Martin took a step back, looked at this guy up and down, saw the other person's face getting more and more ugly, and quickly put on a smile and stepped forward to hug him warmly:

"Dude! Don't mind, I just heard about your name. I was a little surprised! I didn't expect the general to choose you as the captain! But this is also a matter of course, after all, there are not many veterans with your combat experience in this era.

Oh, right!Do not transform here! "

Martin's compliment made Bronski feel better.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Of course I won't transform here. We have a confidentiality policy, and if I scare Betty, the general will definitely tear me up when I go back."

As he said that, Bronski patted Martin on the shoulder: "Let's go around and leave the armored vehicle at the door. Be tough when the agents come. You are from the military."

Martin laughed, shook the opponent's hand and bumped him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I'm very brave with you! I will punch them in the chin to let him know that the military is not easy to mess with!"

Looking at the soldiers scattered around, the smile on Martin's face grew stronger.

It might not help, but it doesn't hurt, to get on good terms with Bronski.In case this guy becomes an abomination in the future, he shouldn't think about finding him to prove himself.

Find and should find Bruce.

Hate and fat green are a couple!

Phil Coulson is here, with three domineering black off-road vehicles.

However, their big cross-country is not domineering under the guns of the military's heavy machine guns.

Martin looked at the smiling Phil Coulson at the door with a smile on his face, and he had to admit in his heart that regardless of his position and philosophy, this guy's affinity was indeed very good.

Reach out and don't hit the smiling man.

But there are still people who don't laugh.

Martin pushed aside Coulson, who was about to shake hands with him, and asked the two armed agents behind him coldly, "Who are you?"

"They're coming with me..."

Before Coulson could finish speaking, Martin slapped him on the shoulder, snorted, and almost fell down.

"I'm Brock Rumlow, S.H.I.E.L.D...."

"Fields? Falk!"

Martin threw a punch.

Before Rumlow could finish speaking, he was kicked back somersault by Martin's uppercut, fell to the ground with a plop, and passed out with his head tilted.

"Rumlo? You don't sound like a good person."

Martin shrugged his shoulders back to the bewildered Coulson, then looked at another armed agent, who had already put his hand on his rifle.

"What about you?"

"I'm……"

Martin attacked suddenly again and punched him.

This time the opponent was already on guard and put his rifle in front of him.

Bang!
The fist hit the gun, making a metallic crunch.

The agent didn't get punched, but was almost suffocated by his own gun. He fell to the ground and coughed dryly. He wanted to turn over but fell to the ground again.

Obviously hurt too.

"I think we didn't mess with you this time!"

The good-tempered Coulson also had a livid face. Looking at his colleague who was seriously injured and fell to the ground, he quickly waved for the people behind to drag them away.

"No, I didn't invite them to come, but they came, and they were carrying guns. It's already a face for you not to kill them."

"It hurts a bit from the gun." Martin shook his hand with a smile, and made a "please" gesture to Coulson.

Coulson glanced at the rifle bent by Martin's punch, gritted his teeth and said, "So, I still have to thank you?"

Martin nodded: "Of course, actually you should pay me."

Coulson suddenly thought of something at this moment, his face changed, and he stared at Martin for a moment: "I hope you are not joking."

Seeing that he was motionless, Martin laughed and put his arms around the other's shoulders, dragging him into the room.

The agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. looked at each other in blank dismay. The surrounding guarded military vehicles made them not even think about raising their guns, and the two masters who fell to the ground one after another made them dare not step forward casually.

boom!
Martin slammed the door shut.

Looking at the solemn Coulson, he smiled and shouted to the inside: "Honey, Coulson is here, is the serum ready?"

Betty in a white coat came downstairs, holding a test kit in her hand: "Two S3, one T4."

It was directly handed over to the stupefied Coulson.

"Are you an agent too?"

Betty asked curiously.

Coulson squeezed out a smile: "Of course, I just don't look like a field worker."

With that said, he locked the kit in the suitcase he brought over.

Martin clenched his fists, still looking cheerful. The two punches just now were very enjoyable.

"Dude, take it easy, no one is going to grab your stuff, there are not many lawless people on American soil right now, almost all of them are in your shitshield bureau."

The smile on Coulson's face gradually froze: "I know our misunderstanding is deep, but I will prove that the existence of S.H.I.E.L.D. is to maintain world stability."

Martin smiled and shook his head: "Unfortunately, you have no chance."

Coulson finally couldn't hold back his expression, and asked in a low voice with an ugly expression, "What do you know!"

Martin patted Coulson on the shoulder and opened the door to see off the guests.

"Finally, a friendly reminder that the best serum result so far is Dr. Watson's transformation potion, which is an enhanced serum developed based on our S3 serum. The other T-series serum is very dangerous, but in return for your generous payment , give it away for free, maybe your scientists can research something."

"Just one bottle is too little, and we have to buy something from you after we research it?"

Coulson finally focused on this mission, and opened the door, even if the other agents and soldiers were far away, it was not suitable to talk about some confidential topics.

"No, one bottle is enough. It's like a mature virus. It can replicate itself as long as it has the right environment and nutrition. Understand? Your scientists can help you reproduce more. If you're lucky, you may even be able to produce better ones." Mutated serum."

Coulson nodded, and was about to go back to report, but was stopped by Martin.

"Another question, how much do you give my father-in-law?"

Coulson hesitated for a moment, and said: "1000 million, it is said that it is the same price as Stark."

After speaking, he left quickly.

Martin was stunned for a while, until the three large off-road vehicles of S.H.I.E.L.D. sped away, before he came back to his senses: "You can earn 1000 million without doing anything? Mazefak!"

"Stop swearing!"

Betty came over and rubbed Martin's head: "Are you angry again?"

Martin shook his head, didn't say anything, and bumped fists with Bronski who was walking over.

Bronski laughed: "Nice job! Dude, one punch, I kind of like you!"

Martin also smiled: "Those guys who hide their heads and show their tails don't have many good things."

(End of this chapter)