I Have A Good Opinion In Marvel

Chapter 272

Ward’s visit only made Leon more determined, his enemy, still hiding in the shadows, observing himself in secret.

He is still carrying out various plans to make himself stronger…

The implementation of the “Nirvana” charity fund immediately spread the name of the Nirvana Group throughout New York.

Especially in the New York battle, the people of New York who lost their homes and relatives were full of affection and respect for this company that offered a helping hand in time.

The major news, newspapers, and media have bombarded this generously funded listed company, and various follow-up reports have pushed the reputation of this mysterious but huge group company to a new level.

(As early as before the Battle of New York, Botu had reorganized and merged the companies that he and Hui had absolutely controlling under the direction of Lyon.)

All of a sudden, the share price of Nirvana Group skyrocketed, becoming the only large company whose share price has continued to soar after the New York War!

By the way, another company whose stock price has soared is the Stark Industry of “Iron Man” Tony Stark…

Under the implementation of this kind deed, although Lyon did not directly come forward to accept the gratitude from the public. However, the beating favor points are undoubtedly telling him that doing this is exactly what the system expects!

The purpose of the charity fund is to help the people of New York and rebuild their homes on the one hand; on the other hand, it is to gain favor points.

The damage control company that will be launched is mainly for the “Avengers” superhero team to maintain a good reputation and image in front of the public.

However, what Leon didn’t expect was that the kindness between himself and Stark unwittingly led to the birth of a super villain…

. . . . . .

In front of the Stark Building, which was under construction, the waiting hall of New York’s Grand Central Railway Station that was once crowded, At the moment, it was in ruins.

The bricks and rubbles, alien debris, and a huge Leviathan corpse can be seen everywhere, turning this America’s largest and busiest railway station into a desolate ruin.

If Leon was here, he would definitely recognize that this Leviathan was the one he killed…

Noisy mechanical cutting, loud conversations, and roar of vehicles have added a bit of popularity to this ruin.

Take a closer look. In the ruins, in addition to a few trucks full of alien materials, there are also some men in work clothes, holding various tools, trying to clean up all kinds of alien garbage…

“Nothing is going back…”

Beside a yellow excavator, a middle-aged man in tooling clothes wearing presbyopic glasses, holding a graffiti that was obviously made by a child, was sighing with his subordinates beside him.

“Aliens, superhero, and a big green guy razed the building to the ground… You know, when I was a kid, I liked painting cowboys and Indians.”

“Actually, they are all Native Americans, but it doesn’t matter…”

“But, having said that, this painting is pretty good, what do you think?”

“It’s pretty good…”

…

Among the two who are talking, the middle-aged man in tooling and reading glasses is the head of the cleaning team responsible for cleaning up the Central Railway Station.

His name is Ed Ryan Toums.

After the New York War, in order to clean up the mess as soon as possible, the government not only organized a professional team to clean up the battlefield, but also specially authorized private clean-up agencies or teams to participate in it.

Everything is for Manhattan to regain its former prosperity.

The cleanup team led by Toums is one of them.

Seeing that it is profitable, as a pillar of the family who needs to support his family, Toums took his heart out and signed a clean-up contract with the city government, hoping to make a small profit from this clean-up work.

For this reason, he even mortgaged his house, used bank loans, bought a few new trucks, and hired a group of people…

However, things are not always so smooth.

Just when Tomus taught a new cleaner how to use alien stuff to dig out the energy core of a Qitari Flight, a fat woman with white hair was in some body. Surrounded by men and women in work uniforms and suits, they walked into the cleanup site.

“Everyone, please pay attention!”

Hearing this, Tumus and the workers beside him all turned their heads and looked at the uninvited guests.

Before Tumus could react, from the white-haired woman’s mouth, he immediately uttered a series of sentences:

“According to Executive Order 396B, all post-war clean-up work is now within our jurisdiction. Thank you for your service, leave it to us here!”

Looking at the other’s aura and the bulging waist under the suit and shoes, Toums couldn’t help but frowned and asked:

“who are you?”

“Professionals.” A man in a suit standing beside the fat woman, like a bodyguard, responded.

Feeling that things are not quite right, Tumus could not help but explain: “Listen, I signed a contract with the city government to clean up these ruins, so…”

However, the other party did not give him such a chance.

“Sorry, Mr. Toums, but we are now taking over all the cleanup work. Please hand over all the alien objects you have collected, otherwise we will sue you…”

As soon as the voice fell, the fat woman turned around, ready to leave.

In a hurry, Toums hurriedly followed up, confided in his own situation, and tried to persuade the other party.

However, what he got was only a cold answer:

“Sorry, there is nothing I can do.”

Just as Tomus looked at the fat woman who turned and left with a dull face, the man in suit who just answered aloud suddenly mocked:

“Maybe next time you don’t want to be so self-conscious…”

This sentence directly ignited the already raging anger in Tumus’s heart.

“What did you say?”

After asking a question, Tumus, with a look of doubt on his face, turned around and said to his subordinates:

“Yes, he’s right, I don’t know what I can do…”

Before he could finish his words, while the man was unprepared, Tomus suddenly turned around with a right uppercut and punched the man in a suit on the face!

This blow immediately broke the already precarious situation.

The man who was suddenly attacked immediately took out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at Toums.

The other men and women in suits all took out their weapons one after another, as if they were facing an enemy.

“Keep the gun away!”

The fat woman stopped the action of pointing a gun at the civilian, and then said to the unfettered Tumus with a solemn expression:

“If you have any dissatisfaction, you can go to my superior.”

“Your superior, who the hell is this passer-by?!”

. . .

In the evening, Toums and others who returned to Warehouse got the status of “superior” from news reports.

“A joint company composed of Stark Industries and Nirvana Group, the joint government damage control department, will be responsible for the clearance of alien debris and alien materials…”

“The bastard who made this mess now actually collects money to clean it up…”

“Yes, they are all operated in the dark…”

Listening to the complaints at hand, until this moment, Ed Ryan Toums suddenly understood a truth:

If you don’t want to be a knife, I am a fish, you must make a change!

At this time, a subordinate uncovered the opening cloth and found a truck full of alien materials in the corner, and couldn’t help but ask:

“Boss, the truckload of materials that was cleaned up yesterday is still here. We should hand it in, right?”

Hearing this, Tomus stood up abruptly and said with a serious face:

“I tell what to do, we keep it!”

Under everyone’s slightly surprised gaze, Toums snapped his eyes and said in a deep voice:

“This world has changed…”

“And we, it’s also time, it’s time to change!”