Marvel's Reborn Mecha Empire

Naturally, there is nothing worth squeezing out of the industry's shameful reputation as the Dog Gang.

But Creel still has to get what he deserves.

Although he was not harmed, his personal freedom was restricted for more than two years. If he had lost his temper, then Creel should consider becoming a saint.

It's a pity that the Dog Gang is really poor, and it is possible that they have hidden their belongings.

Less than two thousand dollars in cash, this was all they took out as compensation.

"That's it?" Creel obviously felt that it was missing.

"I can really take out so much now." Tom almost knelt down before Creel. He really didn't have any cash to take out now.

"That's enough." March said, "Does that van at the door belong to you?"

"Yes, yes, it's ours." Tom said quickly. People who make a living by fighting fires still need to have some discernment.

This young man may be more troublesome than Creel, at least according to Tom's observation. Creel stopped talking after hearing March say enough. He guessed that it was March who was in charge of this key information. .

"Are you sure it's yours?" March asked again.

"I do..." Tom hadn't reacted yet, but Bob probably knew what March meant and slapped Tom.

"Isn't that what Creel kept with you?" Bob pointed out directly, skipping the hint.

"Yes, yes." Tom agreed hastily, "It's Creel's car. I just help keep it safe."

After saying that, he took out the car key.

Not bad, although I don’t know what price he sold Creel for back then, but now the compensation is enough for them to solve their living problems of food, clothing, housing and transportation.

They picked up the money on the table and the keys in their hands. After Creel punched a hole in the wall, the two left.

The van started to leave, and March and Creel ended their short-lived street wandering career.

"Bob... Why did you bring him to my place!? Do you want to kill me?" Tom really has no comparison with his plastic brotherhood.

"You idiot! Didn't I bring them here and they beat me to death!?" Bob yelled back, "You know what the heck! Did you see the hole in the wall? Creel punched you in the head Can you bear it?"

"I...f**k Fuck!!!"

In the end Tom could only utter an impotent and furious curse.

In the van, Creel was driving and March was sitting on the passenger side, counting money.

It's okay. I just passed by a McDonald's and bought a bunch of high-calorie junk food. I still have one thousand left, which is enough.

"Boss, actually I think..." Creel said.

"Don't you think we should go find that person? Because he will expose our whereabouts?" March took over the words before Creel finished speaking.

Creel was stunned, concentrated on driving, and gave the right to speak to March.

"That's true, but what's the harm? He's helping us by leaking our whereabouts."

"Help us?" Creel felt that he couldn't keep up with March. How could he help them by exposing his whereabouts?

The world has changed?

Should the party being hunted act in a high profile to be safer?

"The truth is not that complicated. If we cover up our whereabouts, maybe we won't be caught, but we may not be able to act freely." Ma Qi took a bite of the Fat Mansion Happy Fort and drank it. He explained after taking a sip of Fat House Happy Water.

"Think about it, what would they do if they couldn't find any clues about our actions?"

"A large-scale carpet search?" Creel gave an honest and retro answer.

"You are thinking in the right direction, but you think of us too high and you think of them too low." March is sometimes not sure about Creel's IQ. Maybe this is the difference in knowledge level?

"Now that we have entered the information society, the search that uses a lot of manpower and material resources is a manifestation of the backward era. All kinds of monitoring and observation instruments will be their eyes and ears." March said, "If they are not given a direction, It’s not impossible for these guys to do something like a global search.”

"So what we need to do is get them to put their attention on a position that we want them to pay attention to," March said. "A position that has nothing to do with what we are really doing."

"As expected of the boss, I learned from it." Creel decisively seized the opportunity to flatter him. Of course, he did think that what March said was reasonable. This was much safer and more feasible than turning into a reckless person when he was indecisive.

"Do you know where there is a waste treatment plant in New York? I need to make some props for the next plan." March asked Creel. This question is actually a bit difficult, because most of the waste treatment plants in New York are in Sta. Tengdao, and after being troubled by the Hulk once, it would be difficult to find a closer place.

In fact, Creel doesn't know much about it, because he was imprisoned not long after Hulk caused a scene in Staten Island, so he doesn't actually know much about the changes in New York in the past two years.

In the end, it is the paper media, magazines and newspapers that are about to become obsolete that can provide practical and effective answers.

"Is the scrap recycling industry in New York so sluggish?" Madge gave up his plan to find a scrap recycling yard to obtain reinforcement materials. There was no particularly suitable manufacturer, either far away or too formal.

It was too late for those who were far away, and for those who were close, if Madge went, his whereabouts would be exposed too completely. Madge began to complain about Hulk for no reason.

Your human-shaped self-propelled demolition office has gone through so much trouble, why don't you leave a way for those who come after you to survive?

Wait, demolition?

Ma Qi suddenly had an idea. If it was demolition, he seemed to have just seen some relevant news.

March flipped through the newspaper, searching for the piece of information that had left an impression on his mind.

There is a building in Manhattan because the original owner had to sell the building to pay off the debt due to poor management of the main industry. The work that is about to start now is to clean up the interior of the building. According to the report above, because of the tough attitude of the buyer , the original leasing companies on each floor of the building had to be forced to move.

Although it is not as good as the waste disposal plant, this one is not bad.

"Kriel, I think we have to go to a supermarket." Madge motioned to Creel to stop the car and handed the newspaper over, "Do you know the way?"

Creel read the newspaper. He had not been to Manhattan many times, but he still knew the route quite clearly. He even knew the owner of this building.

"I know, I know, but boss, are we really good in the past? Tom's mouth can't be trusted. If nothing else happens, he will have sold our information now." Creel's expression was not very good, because he still felt that It's too dangerous to expose yourself in public.

"It's best if he sells us. The more thorough he sells us, the greater our chances will be." March said, "And you think too highly of that guy. What I'm worried about is that if he gets scared, If you go and take revenge on him, if you don’t call the police, you will be in trouble.”

"Then what's the trouble?" Creel asked, "Even if we want to create false news, we can do it ourselves, right?"

"You also said that what we are going to publish is false news. It is best not to do this kind of thing yourself. False news wants people to regard it as true news. What others say is much more credible than what you say yourself."