When League of Legends Comes to American Comics

Chapter 112 The world has changed
"I really owe them!"

Boss Liao put his phone away and sighed.

"Why, are you still not satisfied with the two of them?"

Nan Ke said in front.

"How to put it, it's not that aspect, but" Boss Liao paused for a while, "Old man Cao actually said that he met Pengci, can you believe it?"

Old man Cao, also known as the old man with a straw hat.

As a little old man in his 70s, if it is placed in a normal script, he will be the master who can walk sideways on the road.

However, when the old man in the straw hat put on the 'suit' and after he took off the 'suit', his personality and state were completely different.

The former is ruthless and decisive in killing;
The latter, Mo Mo Chi Chi, mother-in-law.

"I can't believe it."

Even the silly seven who was driving couldn't help but rush to talk, it is really in another world, the reputation of uncle and aunt is too loud, almost to the point where gods and ghosts shy away.

"That's right, sir can't believe it, but believe it or not, even if I just told him to leave it alone, I'll go back and ask the best lawyer to help him settle it, but after he hung up the phone, he promised to take him away." Take it back!"

Boss Liao seemed to get angrier as he talked more, sighed again, and continued:
"If he was a few dozen years younger, I wouldn't care how much he troubles me, but now that I'm so old, I often don't bother to bother him when I have things. In the end, he's good enough to help this and that from time to time.

Those old ladies in the next block, he has the ability to help, so he will help, but he will also take care of those old men and young people, tell me, is this a brain problem, causing me trouble ? "

In the final analysis, Boss Liao was still "angry and indisputable".

Nan Ke also understands this way of thinking. After all, people like himself, after they are used to being 'selfish', it is actually very difficult to dedicate themselves to others.

What's more, when faced with the selfless devotion of those close to one's own, it will give birth to the mentality of, if the meat is rotten, it must be rotten in one's own pot, so why give it to others to eat.

"As a human being, you can only gain if you give up, and you are blessed if you suffer!"

Nan Ke said to Boss Liao, and at the same time, he was also talking to himself.

What I'm doing now is actually a kind of "giving up" in a sense. As for whether I have "gained", it depends on whether the old man is generous enough.

Boss Liao was silent for a while, then, as if unable to hold back anymore, he patted Nan Ke's seat.

"Brother, I know you want to comfort others, but the words coming out of your mouth are not convincing!"

He has known Nan Ke for the longest time, and he has witnessed the growth and transformation of this man.

Perhaps, Nan Ke's mentality and strength have changed during this period of time, but the country is easy to change and the nature is hard to change. In fact, there are not many changes in personality.

In some special cases, Nan Ke may have a conscience to release some without harming his core interests. For example, when Boss Liao faced a huge loss, Nan Ke chose to give up part of his salary.

But its core attributes still belong to the type that can't afford to be early. Boss Liao sees this very clearly. most.

Nan Ke narrowed his eyes slightly, and a breath came out, and Boss Liao behind him suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

The next moment, Nan Ke coughed lightly, "Take a closer look."

"Did you look carefully? Did they really go to Hell's Kitchen?"

In a tall building, a one-eyed and bald black man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

In front of it, outside the clear floor-to-ceiling windows, is the most prosperous core area of ​​New York. The high-rise buildings are like the luxuriant branches in the Amazon jungle, almost covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

It can be said that this area in his vision is one of the most quintessential products of the entire human development.

But as the king of secret agents in this world, as a person in power who has been in charge of a world-class organization for more than ten years, what he sees with his only one eye is the shadow of prosperity.

They, like maggots with bones, are everywhere and penetrate through every hole;
Unfortunately, you still have nothing to do with it, and the short-term suppression and control seem to be just paving the way for its next outbreak.

Grant Ward was standing behind at this time, holding a document in his hand, with a plaster cast on his arm, "Yes, Director, there are three people in total."

"Which three?"

"The intelligence boss, a policeman, and a...tavern owner."

In fact, if it weren't for this 'tavernkeep', Ward might be on a field trip in another location by now.

But because of the failure of the last mission, his level was directly pulled down, and he could only play an assistant role in New York for the time being.

Fortunately, he was lucky. Not long after becoming an assistant, he happened to meet this immediate boss who came to work in New York. It was a "blessing in disguise" in a sense, and he was able to continue to participate in high-level decisions as an assistant.

"I remember, Coulson seems to have made an appointment with them to meet today." Nick frowned.

"Yes, Director," Ward repeated, "but they had a short notice and a different person to meet with Agent Coulson."

"Temporary replacement?" Nick sneered, "What gave them confidence?"

Ward was silent for a while, "Perhaps, we gave them too much space a while ago, and I think we should deal with them more severely."

First Tony Stark, and then the green-skinned monster that the military fiddled with;

It can be said that the energy of the entire national strategic defense attack and logistics support has been completely involved in these two things in recent times, so that there have been certain loopholes in other aspects of control.

Just like the chaos in New York a few days ago, although Nick still had the initiative in the end, if it was placed before, he would obviously start to control the situation beforehand, instead of 'adding bricks' afterwards.

Although doing so can achieve some goals, there are always hidden dangers.

"She wouldn't have said that if Hill had been here."

Nick turned around, that dark face seemed to be able to mix all emotions together and hide them.

Ward was silent again when he heard the words.

"Our control over any place has always been maintained at a fixed level. These problems now only show that our strength is not enough, and in this case."

Nick glanced at Ward, "John is your guide, right? Learn more from him when you have time."

"Yes." Ward bowed his head.

He has kept a kind of silence in front of the king of agents. After all, who knows what he can analyze from his actions and words?

"The channel dealer's news channel, as well as the superpower who came out of nowhere, are very important to our current development."

Nick sat down behind the desk, took out an old pager from nowhere, and turned it unconsciously in his hand.

Immediately, he seemed to be telling Ward, and seemed to be talking to himself:
"The world has changed, and we need to hurry up and change."

On Ward's lowered head, his face changed. Obviously, for him and the people behind him, any change would mean a risk.

At this time, Nick said again:
"Tell Coulson not to go in the afternoon. Since they have something to do, let's wait until they finish their business."

(End of this chapter)