Marvel: Start with the Eight Wonders

ten o'clock in the morning.

Sarah Jane does housework at home.

In the past, doll girls were the ones doing it, and Sara Jane couldn't even grab it.

But today was very unusual. Sarah Jane didn't see the doll girl when she got up.

There is no one to cook, no one to water the flowers, no one to clean up the house.

The boss Qing Huai hasn’t gotten up yet.

Sarah Jane remembered that she had vaguely heard some sounds underground last night, so she went to take a look below.

She found the doll girls in a room.

After seeing them, Sarah Jane's eyes went straight.

One by one, the doll girls fell apart.

Some of them were still black, as if they had been struck by lightning.

Did the boss finally take action against these girls...

This is a bit too fierce.

So Sarah Jane finally fulfilled her duties as a little maid.

She watered the flowers, cooked, and cleaned all the areas on the ground except the boss's room.

After doing all this, Sarah Jane looked at the fruits of her labor wearing an apron and gloves, feeling full of accomplishment.

At this time, footsteps sounded on the stairs.

Qing Huai walked down in pajamas with a lazy look on his face.

"Good morning, boss." Sarah Jane said hello, subconsciously wanting to hear a compliment.

However, Qinghuai just replied "Okay" in a nonchalant manner, and there was nothing more to say.

Sarah Jane quickly walked to the dining table and took out the thermal breakfast, "Boss, are you hungry? Let's eat."

Qing Huai walked over and glanced at Sarah Jane with some surprise, "Did you do it?"

"Yeah." Sarah Jane nodded vigorously.

Qinghuai picked up the chopsticks and took a taste, then put them down silently, "Well done, don't do it next time."

Sarah Jane: "..."

Qinghuai took a sip of water and walked to the basement.

He spent some time last night testing the Tongtian Rui, but the result was that the puppet parts were scattered all over the floor.

Although these doll girls are not particularly good at fighting, they are enough to show the power of Tongtianlu.

From then on, Qinghuai had another trump card in this dangerous world.

It's just a pity that there is no suitable opponent for the time being, so I can only practice with the poor doll girl.

Qinghuai felt that he was a bit contradictory, wanting both stability and excitement.

But isn’t that what people are like, looking for excitement in stability, and stability in excitement.

Everything Qinghuai is doing now, whether he is working hard to improve his strength a year ago or starting to improve his power now, is to be able to deal with the stimulation that will come when the future may not be stable.

Just be prepared for danger in times of peace.

Qinghuai did not repair these doll girls for the time being, but released a new batch of doll girls.

The same ten, with different division of labor and different functions.

After letting them go to work, Qinghuai locked himself in the basement and continued to study the technology given to him by Nick Fury.

I didn’t go to the store in the afternoon and spent the day doing research like a technical geek.

It wasn't until night that Qing Huai came out of the basement and called Brandon.

There are still some finishing touches to be made on the Norman Osborne matter.

Over the years, the Green Goblin has sporadicly created some underground forces in the city.

Although his secret laboratory was discovered after the catastrophe in New York a year ago, the power is still there and is still operating secretly.

Qinghuai provided Brandon with some information from the Green Goblin's mind and asked him to see if those forces had the potential to be absorbed.

If you can, just absorb it. If you can't, just bring in the resources.

And over there the tombstone.

The underground criminal organization controlled by Kingpin is extremely large, and the current Eagle Stick Gang will definitely not be able to swallow it up.

Therefore, Qinghuai planned to let the tombstone continue to work naturally under Jin Bin, and then proceed step by step to see if he could slowly replace the resources in Jin Bin's hands.

But this process cannot be too fast, otherwise Kingpin will find out sooner or later.

I don't know if Norman Osborne has recovered, but Qing Huai can still sense a weak link, which at least means he is still alive.

Qinghuai now has four servants.

Sarah Jane is around, Brandon and Tombstone represent two forces respectively, and Norman Osborn is purely unintentional.

Qing Huai planned to not contact Norman Osborne for the time being if he didn't contact him.

It can be regarded as leaving a small trump card.

Qing Huai now has some inexplicable pleasure in keeping a trump card for himself. After all, with one more trump card, he can find more stability in the future.

After playing cards with Sarah Jane for a while in the evening, Qinghuai went back to his room and took out his computer.

Then he logged into the two websites of Tu Ling and the underground trading platform.

On the Tu Ling website, there is still a group of familiar IDs bragging about each other*.

Qing Huai probably browsed a few posts but found no useful information.

He hasn't worn the exorcist vest for a long time. It's not that he has given up on the vest. The main reason is that he has no interest in ordinary evil spirits now.

There are ninety places for his spirit generals, but he only has a few spirits now.

Because he wouldn't stay with ordinary spirits and would eat them directly.

After quitting Tu Ling, Qing Huai logged into the underground trading platform. He first logged into the weapon seller's account. After finding no valuable information, he logged into the Night Angel account as usual.

Many people still leave private messages to Night Angel every day, and most of them want Night Angel to help save their lives.

They will leave a series of information such as purpose, name, address, price, etc., and wait for the night angel to turn over the cards.

There are poor people among them, as well as wealthy businessmen and officials.

There are people of all colors and professions.

Qinghuai looked at the messages that were begging, helpless, or threatening, but his heart was not disturbed.

He is not a God who saves the suffering.

To put it bluntly, he did this just for himself.

For money, for fun, and sometimes for a little bit of peace of mind.

Qinghuai browsed through the messages...

Suddenly, his finger swiping the mouse stopped.

One of the private messages caught his attention.

The content is short but full of information.

"Mr. Night Angel, can you help me kill my father?

——Emma Frost. "

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