I'm a boss at Marvel

Chapter 235 Dedicated to Science?
Daxi asked in a low voice: "Jane, are you really planning to dedicate yourself to science? Wow, I really admire you! So, when shall we start?"

"Start?" Jane said in a panic, "I never said I would do that! Wait, Daxi, you also want to dedicate your life to science?"

Daxi laughed, "Why? To be honest, my interest in astrophysics is just that. I applied to be your assistant in order to better get the credits from Professor Silverig and graduate smoothly. , How could I dedicate myself to science? I just... greedy for his body."

Daxi looked at Han Long's back and swallowed subconsciously.

"..." Jane was speechless.

two hours later.

two hours later.

Mexico, a secret estate.

The big drug lord Marcus hung up the phone with a gloomy expression, got up and walked towards a luxurious darkroom.

He adjusted the collar of his suit, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door respectfully.

"My lord, it's me."

"Yeah." A muffled voice came from the darkroom.

Marcus took off his leather shoes, held his breath and opened the door, and entered the darkroom cautiously.

After entering, he quickly closed the door to prevent any light and dust from seeping in.

On the luxurious sofa in the corner of the darkroom, sat a thin, bald man with a thick hood.

There was almost no light in the darkroom, and the bald man's appearance could not be seen clearly from any angle.

The body of the bald man is also hidden in the thick cloak, only the outline of his head and his right hand with white glove can be vaguely seen.

"Lord Baron." Marcus bowed reverently.

The bald man called the baron asked in a low voice, "What happened?"

Marcus immediately said: "I just received a call from Director Gonzalez, who said that Cole from S.H.I.E.L.D. offered to ask me to meet."

"Oh? Take the initiative?" The baron smiled silently, "This doesn't seem to fit Cole's character, can he not hold on?"

Marcus smiled and said: "I guess it must be like this. We have been harassing their temporary research institute for the past few days. They should be in a state of exhaustion. As long as the baron gives an order, we can drive them out of New Mexico state."

The baron snorted coldly.

I don't know if he is mocking Cole of S.H.I.E.L.D. or Marcus in front of him.

The muscles on Marcus' face twitched uncontrollably, and he quickly asked tentatively in a low voice: "Or...I'll meet with that Cole and see what he wants to do?"

The Baron did not answer his question, but fell into a long silence.

Marcus was in a cold sweat.

He was really afraid that the moody behind-the-scenes big boss would suddenly make a move.

Over the years, his drug lord business has all depended on the baron to provide technology, resources, and troops behind his back. On the surface, he is a big drug lord that everyone fears, but in fact he is just a pawn that the baron puts outside.

It's been a long time.

The baron said in a low voice, "I heard that a colorful phenomenon appeared in the temporary research institute today?"

Marcus was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "That should be nonsense, at most it's just a mirage."

"Hehe." The baron suddenly flashed in front of Marcus, his left hand hidden in the shadows ruthlessly strangled Marcus' throat!
Marcus weighs 200 catties!
But in front of the relatively thin and short baron, he was easily lifted up.

The left hand without the white glove is clearly a mechanical arm!

"Lord Baron...forgive me..." Marcus didn't dare to struggle.

For such a situation, he has long been experienced, the harder the struggle, the harder the baron's mechanical hand will grab.

The baron said in a deep voice, "Don't question my information."

"Yes! Yes!" Marcus trembled all over.

The baron let go of his hand, and sat back on the sofa in the corner again, "Let's forget about this time, and I don't want to have another time. As for Phil's invitation, it's okay to get in touch with him. But, don't take it lightly. Come forward, just send your son and the local police chief, the police are here, and the pedantic government personnel of S.H.I.E.L.D. dare not mess around."

"Understood, Lord Baron." Marcus breathed a sigh of relief.

The baron waved his hand, signaling Marcus to step back.

When Marcus walked to the door, he suddenly turned around and said, "There is one more thing to report to you—Phil and the others seem to be looking for a guy named Saul."

"Understood." The baron remained expressionless.

Marcus didn't say anything more, bowed and exited gently.

The baron smiled coldly, "Five-color vision...Thor's hammer...Sol...Han Long...It's interesting, hehe."

……

evening.

Phil drove himself, took Han Long and Natasha through the vast Gobi Gobi, and entered the city of Juarez.

Ciudad Juarez is a medium-sized city next to the Mexican national border.

Here, drug lords are in power and the police are corrupt.

The laws of the country have almost no power here.

From the outside, it can be regarded as a relatively prosperous city in New Mexico.

However, the prosperity here is completely different from the prosperity of New York.

The prosperity of New York is the prosperity of tall buildings and the ambition of young people.

However, the prosperity of Juarez City is a false prosperity of feasting and feasting, young people eating and dying.

The most popular shops here are casinos and brothels.

The main road in the city is very empty, and there are piles of garbage on both sides of the road that smell of sour and urine.

The houses along the street are no more than three storeys high.

Groups of social youths stood near the street corner, some of them were only thirteen or fourteen years old.

There are also some street girls with glassy eyes and bad makeup, all of them are controlled by drug addiction, as long as they are given a little smoke, they will be at the mercy of others.

When Phil stopped and waited for the traffic light, a young man shrank his neck and knocked on the car window, "Boss, do you want to have some fun?"

"Go away," Phil shouted.

The young man took a mouthful of thick phlegm against the car window and gestured with his middle finger.

Natasha, who was sitting in the back row, took out her gun directly, "Get lost."

The young man trembled in fright, and ran away in a hurry.

Han Long gave Natasha a slightly surprised look.

Natasha put the gun away, flicked her hair, and said proudly: "It's nothing, the basic operation, after all, my code name is Black Widow, and only in front of you, I am a good girl."

Han Long smiled, "Where did you get this gun from?"

"...in the ditch." Natasha blushed.

"Can it be hidden?" Han Long asked.

"You underestimated me, right?" Natasha straightened her crest, "Touch it if you don't believe me!"

Phil, who was driving in the front seat, could hardly bear it.

If this goes on like this, he will soon be fed to death by the couple's dog food.

Phil accelerated and stepped on the accelerator, the car quickly passed through the sparsely populated streets, and finally stopped at the entrance of a resplendent casino.

"It's finally here." Phil breathed a sigh of relief, "This is the territory of the big drug lord Marcus, and the local police are also theirs. We have no support and can only rely on ourselves, so try not to cause trouble. If there is any problem, We'll figure it out when we get back."

(End of this chapter)