Saiyans in the Marvel world

At this time, Matt looked extremely serious.

The atmosphere in the air felt a little solemn for a moment.

Blake sighed helplessly, then raised his hands.

"OK! I understand, I will spare his life, okay?"

Anyway, it's just a Life Foundation, not an anti-human organization like Hydra or AIM, so it's basically harmless.

Hearing this, Matt quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and then spoke very carefully.

"Look, Blake, you have to do more than just keep him alive."

"You have to learn to have awe and respect for life. I don't see these two things in your eyes. I'm really worried about you."

He was really afraid of when his adopted son would turn into a cold-blooded person.

As a lawyer, he has been exposed to many cases. Those murderers were not properly guided and nurtured by their parents when they were young, and their personalities became twisted when they grew up.

Matt didn't want to see his adopted son become that kind of sinful person, so he had to make all these truths clear.

After all, some people can use their childhood to heal their childhood, but some people need to spend their entire life to heal their childhood.

At this time, Blake couldn't help but feel quite depressed when he heard this.

But he also understands that this is not entirely the fault of the other party.

After all, the information between the two people is completely asymmetric.

Due to his career, Matt believes more in legal rules than in the law of the jungle.

And what about myself?

Not to mention The Time Traveler, I have watched the entire collection of Women’s Federation over and over again several times.

In addition, I have watched various Marvel TV series and even comics.

In the past, I would even post with people about who has higher combat power, why Captain America can hold a hammer, whether Hulk can fuck Iron Man, how big Thor's waist is, and whether there is anything to say no to between Doctor Strange and the Ancient One. Clear relationship...wait!

However, you can't say these words outside!

Is it possible to tell Matt that he is actually a time traveler? There will be a super villain here every two years.

A few years later, a wrinkled purple sweet potato spirit will lead the space army and stand in the Amazon rainforest and snap his fingers.

At that time, Peggy, Foggy, and even the second uncle next door might be wiped out on the spot?

If you don't work hard to become stronger, will you be thrown around like a fish belly?

Forget it, maybe he will actually call the mental hospital.

It seems that I am the one who bears everything after all!

Blake rubbed his face and then spoke.

"Yes, yes, everything you said is right, and I will listen to you."

"But don't you think it's inappropriate to talk about parent-child topics here?"

"Well, Matt, how about you go and deal with those trash fish first, and then bring Ms. Dora and Eddie home?"

"I still have some things to deal with. Let's split up. See you later!"

Blake grabbed the unconscious Drake from the ground, and then the updraft surged violently, and then the whole person flew out of the central laboratory building like a shadow.

Matt stood there, watching Blake gradually turn into a small black dot and disappear, his whole body fell into shock.

After a while, he felt a headache and pressed his eyebrows.

"I'm really not suitable for taking care of children... Is this the so-called generation gap? He doesn't even want to continue chatting with me!"

"Swallow, did you hear our conversation just now? Come and judge!"

It was obvious that Matt needed someone to empathize with him at this time.

But it's a pity that the swallow fused in his body is not on his side.

At this time, only a slightly low and hoarse voice was heard, slowly ringing in Matt's mind.

"... In our tribe, generally only the strong have the right to make rules, and you... are much weaker than your child... You will make him unhappy... I don't recommend you do this again."

Hearing this, Matt became even more unhappy.

"But I am his adoptive father! Father! Fa Ze'er! Do you understand? You alien life forms should not have this kind of family relationship!"

When Yan Yan heard this, he suddenly spoke calmly.

"Venom is my father, but if I had the chance, I would kill him."

"In our place, only the strong deserve to survive. Human beings are really stupid. An indecisive character like yours will affect his growth. Your child has extraordinary potential and should not be troubled by ordinary people like you."

"What the hell, shut up!"

When Matt heard these words, he suddenly shivered with anger.

Damn it, I must send this damn symbiote to a juvenile detention center.

Let him receive the most advanced juvenile psychological treatment and start a new life as soon as possible!

……

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Blake took Drake to an altitude of 5000 meters.

The biting evening wind brought the temperature to almost zero degrees.

Soon, Drake woke up from the cold.

He wiped the white frost on his face, then looked around and almost peed his pants in fear.

"Shet! Damn it!"

"God, put me down! I'm going to die!!!"

At this time, Blake's cold voice slowly sounded.

"Don't move. This is an altitude of 5000 meters. If you fall, you will become as smooth and smooth as ketchup."

After hearing this, Derek suddenly didn't dare to move.

Calculated based on the altitude of San Francisco City, at an altitude of 5000 meters... this is almost reaching the troposphere!

At this moment, the entire city below had turned into countless geometric luminous patches in their eyes.

Cars as big as ants or sesame seeds are rushing back and forth in countless light bands.

The distant horizon is like a curved gray mirror shrouded in night.

The lights of thousands of houses in the city are like countless delicate golden diamonds, embedded in the endless vast land.

After admiring the night scenery for a while, Blake spoke again.

"Carlton Drake, right? Are you interested in negotiating a deal?"

"If you're not interested, let's play free fall for a while. How about I ask again later?"

Hearing this, Derek didn't dare to refute and quickly shook his head vigorously.

"No! No, no, sir, please don't do that."

"I don't know when I offended you, but please believe me, I can make any compensation. No matter what the cost, I am willing to bear it. I am very sincere!"

Blake nodded with satisfaction.

"Very good! I like your attitude! So let me tell you frankly, is it possible to disband the symbiote research department, release all human experimenters, and treat all aberrations?"

Derek opened his mouth, slightly surprised.

Originally, he thought Blake and Matt were super agents sent by a large organization, or beings like ultimate human warriors.

He was even mentally prepared to take out all the experimental results in exchange for his own life.

But I never expected that the other party didn't come for the symbiote, but just for those homeless people who can be said to be worthless?

Although Derek couldn't understand, he raised his hand very cooperatively.

"OK! No problem! I can disband the symbiote department and release the experimental personnel, or I can find a way to come up with an antidote to treat those people. I can do all of this!"

When Blake heard this, he immediately snapped his fingers.

Almost instantly, the scene around the two people changed.

Drake immediately found himself in the office from an altitude of 5000 meters.

Blake sat on the sofa and spoke lazily.

"This should be your office. I see there are many photos of you hanging."

"In addition to the previous requests, I also have something private to ask of Mr. President Drake...well, do you have any cash?"

"I have a friend who's in some trouble and needs a lot of cash, and if he can't get the money, he said he'd like to talk to you in person."

"By the way, he lives on Mars. Are you interested in being a guest?"

A harmless smile appeared on Blake's little face.

But Drake, standing opposite, felt a chill in his heart.

He didn't dare to bet on whether this sentence was false.

If you really take yourself to Mars, wouldn't you be doomed?