American comic killer daily peter

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"Hello Mr. Anzo Simmons."

Fuxing Studio, a little-known small medical treatment institute, is researching and creating drugs that can provide sensory assistance to disabled people, such as deafness, blindness, loss of taste, acquired sensory loss, and other problems. There are things that are inherently lacking, but this kind of thing is not that easy to study.

With a smile on his face, Peter stood in front of the man who had just walked out of the bank and was a little lost. Anzo Simmons was from Fuxing Studio and the owner of this work institute. After taking a look at Peter, he realized that he did not recognize him. He waved his hands and replied moodily.

"I don't care where you come from, no matter what you want from me, I'm not in the mood to communicate with you right now."

After Anzo Simmons finished speaking, he wanted to continue looking for investors in the bank next door. Peter looked at the slightly desolate figure and told him the truth.

"No need to look any further, there won't be a bank in the United States that will lend you money, and you won't be able to get even one cent from these people!"

"What do you mean!"

Anzo Simmons turned around, somewhat confused as to what Peter meant. Peter pointed to his passenger seat and motioned for the other person to follow him.

"Get in the car and talk!"

"You were sent by Tony Stark!"

After a few seconds of silence, Anzo Simmons reflected. A week ago, Stark came to him and wanted to fully purchase his factory and revival studio, but he refused without thinking. Tucker wanted to negotiate with himself three times in a row, but he did not talk about it too much. Dreams must persist, which made Anzo Simmons ignore the temptation of money.

"I'll give you two choices now, get in the car or die. Sorry, the death I'm talking about here doesn't mean I want to kill you. Your daughter seemed to be trying on a wedding dress at the bridal shop on Baker Avenue today. Guess what? Wouldn’t it look beautiful if a pure white wedding dress is stained with a little red spots?”

Peter smiled at each other and raised his index finger. Some things don't need to be said too bluntly, but if they don't put a little pressure on people, then these people always seem to think that they can seriously refuse anything they don't want to do, completely. Not understanding what it means to be involuntarily, Anzo Simmons clenched his fists and glared at Peter.

"You bastard!"

"Getting in the car I don't want to be repeating the fourth side!"

He had no choice but to get in the car. Anzo Simons did not dare to bet whether the other party was trying to scare him. This was related to his daughter's life. He sat in the passenger seat with a straight face. Peter stepped on the accelerator and took Anzo Simon with him. Si left Financial Street and came to Baker Avenue without any nonsense, stopping at a bridal shop.

"here is"

Although he has stayed in the research institute for a long time, Anzo Simmons is not a dull person. He has been to the wedding dress shop in this place once. His daughter said that she really wanted a wedding dress here, so she came here specially to look at it. Looking at the price, although I cannot give my daughter a prosperous life, I can afford a wedding dress as a gift as long as I take out a loan.

"what do you want to do!"

But now where Peter came, Anzo Simmons became nervous. He clenched his fists and found that Peter had put a pistol on the bridge. Then he patted Anzo Simmons on the shoulder and said comfortingly.

"Mr. Stark acquired Renaissance Studio for 2000 million at a premium of 20.00%. You can travel around the world with your wife. Your wife has been nagging you for seven years. You can also give your daughter a big gift when she gets married. , such as houses, cars, etc., you can live a good life and at the same time make your family extremely happy!"

"What if I disagree!"

Glancing at the pistol, Anzo Simmons mentally calculated the probability that he would seize the pistol. He asked Peter in return. Peter looked slightly disappointed, spread out his hands and replied.

"Then your family may go to heaven, but I believe they will also be very happy!"

"You bloody bastard!"

The words came out through gritted teeth. Anzo Simmons wanted to grab the gun and pull the trigger continuously while facing Peter's dirty face, but it was obvious that now was not the time.

"It seems like you can't change the word, such as Bichi, or some other rewarding encouragement!"

Already too angry to speak, Anzo Simmons could only choose to stay silent and wait for the opportunity. Peter looked at the other party and wanted to remain silent and coldly confront him, so he shook his head and continued to persuade.

"Don't be angry, Mr. Anzo Simmons. I know that you have worked hard for your disabled son. Whether it is your wife or your daughter, they all know all this, so your daughter never takes her with her boyfriend. My friends tell you things so that you won’t worry. Although your wife complains about wanting to travel around the world, she just complains and never adds any worries to you.”

Anzo Simmons's expression became more and more gloomy, because he found that the strange man in front of him knew his life very well, so he hated him even more. The jealousy in his heart even made Stark want to attack and retaliate. The choice of silence was simply not possible. Ignoring Peter, Peter glanced at the time on his watch. It wasn't the most exciting point yet, so it would be nice to chat with Anzo Simmons for a while.

"But is this really the result you want? Your child has been taking drugs for five years, and the destructive impact has blinded his eyes. This is not a problem that can be solved by changing the eyeballs. His nerve sensors are connected to the brain. The place is broken, although I don’t know what this means, but Stark told me clearly that with your ability, even if I give you a million years, you can’t save your son!”

"Why are you insisting on this!?"

With a rhetorical question, he turned to look out of the car window. Anzo Simmons quickly reached out and took away the pistol and pointed it at Peter. Peter seemed not to notice and continued to watch the outside world. Just when Anzo Simmons was about to say something ironic, the mentally retarded Peter actually used the gun. With such revealing words, I noticed my daughter and even my own daughter from the corner of my eyes.

"Cook!? How is this possible!"

His wife is overflowing with happiness, and his daughter and her boyfriend are even more happy. Of course, there is also the son who has successfully detoxified in the past five years but has also lost his eyesight. The other son is following his mother, smiling and enjoying the sunshine, watching. Looking at everything around him, he looked just like a normal person.

"The things we have to work hard for all our lives are actually just a matter of breath in the eyes of some people. Mr. Anzo Simmons, do you understand now? One million years is not only the time limit for you to have your son, but also the time limit for you and Star. Gram’s distance!”

Turning his head again, he pushed away the pistol of the stunned Anzo Simons. Peter explained such a bloody reality to him with emotion. Anzo Simons had a mental breakdown, and even choked up and cried, covering his face. However, The matter was not over yet, Peter got out of the car and waved to the family of Anzo Simmons.

Anzo Simons's wife saw Peter for the first time and waved and nodded respectfully. Peter pointed sideways at Anzo Simons in the car. The family soon discovered the head of the family and walked towards Anzo Simons. Turning around and getting into the car, he took the pistol away from the collapsed man, then took out the car keys and threw them to the other person. The car was worth 80 million, and it was Stark's wedding gift to Anzo Simmons' daughter. .

"Mr. Anzo Simmons, be happy and accept all this. In fact, there is nothing wrong with it. The car is a gift from Mr. Stark. I will give you another 2000 million for the 500 million premium. Remember to go to the company to sign the contract tomorrow, otherwise If you do, the picture of happiness will really become embarrassing for you and me!"

After a brief chat with Anzo Simmons' wife, I took a look at the watch created by Stark and put it on the hand of Anzo Simmons' son. Except for some shameful means, in fact, all of Stark's actions They all still act from a kind perspective. A haggard and blind child may have despaired of this society, but now he has been reborn, like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, and all of this is Stark's Technology gifts.

"Everyone, please be quiet. I have something important to show you next!"

At Stark's press conference, countless people were talking noisily, because just at 10 noon yesterday, various media and television stations broadcast an advertisement. At [-] noon today, Stark Industries will enter the medical care industry. Although prosthetics have been a major aid in helping disabled people, this time when the blind and deaf child in the advertisement put on a watch and exercised for only [-] minutes, a picture of complete recovery appeared, which directly detonated the entire United States and even the United States. to people all over the world.

Stark made a grand appearance, then raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet. A watch appeared in Stark's hand. A child in a wheelchair was pushed to the stage by the doctor. The child was a little nervous and excited. After all, He couldn't see everyone present, and he could hear a lot of breathing sounds, as well as the sound of flashing cameras.

Stark came to the child's side and gently touched the child's forehead.

"Els Mabry, as a child who lost his eyesight in a terrorist attack, experienced a fear we have never experienced before. Losing his eyesight meant losing the whole world. His parents spent all their money on this. , but no one can help this 15-year-old!"

I half-knelt in front of the child and put the watch on the child's wrist. I kissed the child's cheek and took the other person's hand to get out of the wheelchair. The child was still a little nervous and walked tremblingly as if he might fall down at any time. The media reporters also touched him. I don't know Stark's routine, but they are all looking forward to a miracle happening. As time passes, the depressive atmosphere also rises sharply.

Just when everyone's breathless anxiety broke out, the child's expression changed. Stark pointed to the security guard on his side, and the child actually looked along Stark's arm.

"This is my security guard Harold Hogan. You must never eat like him in the future!"

"Okay! Mr. Stark!"

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