The days when I was making trouble in American comics

"Okay, if I have nothing to do, I will go to the appointment in three days."

In the office, General Ross hung up the phone, still confused and confused.

"General, has something happened? Can we continue?" Dr. Hammond, who was sitting on the sofa, noticed his expression and asked curiously.

"Oh, it's nothing. It's just Tony Stark, the playboy, who wants me to attend his birthday party. It's also called the 'Climax Party'. The name doesn't sound like a good party." General Ross said with a smile. He touched his beard, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

"Is it Iron Man? I know him, and he is also an outstanding genius. I wonder if I am lucky enough to go to his birthday party with the general?"

Dr. Hammond sat upright and nodded. There was a special suitcase on the coffee table in front of him.

"What a genius? You promised that you couldn't replicate the Iron Suit within ten years, but it turned out that there was one in Morocco. But if you are willing, Dr. Hammond, I think Tony Stark will welcome you very much. Forget it. Okay, let’s not mention him anymore, let’s continue the topic just now.”

General Ross laughed and said disdainfully that although the military failed to obtain the steel suit before, they have now encountered talents like Ivan Vanko. It seems that the goddess of luck is on their side.

"Okay, General. As I mentioned just now, my research project is generally about cultivating and breeding dinosaurs. This ancient creature is simply the embodiment of power and beauty. If I can..."

"Doctor, I'm sorry, it's not that I want to interrupt you, but today, when the dinosaurs have long been extinct, even if you can clone, you must have genetic samples. I think your research is a bit unrealistic. But as Bondale With the talents recommended by Dr. Husband, I am willing to provide you with a better project."

Before Hammond could finish speaking, General Ross interrupted and said that he had already asked Dr. Stern from the institute to interview him. Hammond was a master in the field of genes.

However, Hammond had a mysterious smile on his face. He opened the suitcase he brought and showed the contents in front of General Ross, "General, I will not do projects that are not feasible."

The cold air filled the air. General Ross lost his mind when he looked at a huge and magnificent amber in his suitcase. There was also a ferocious insect in the amber, "What is this?"

"An ancient mosquito still retains some blood from the dinosaurs it sucked. Based on this blood, I can extract the genetic fragments of these dinosaurs. General, imagine that you will have a biochemical army composed of Tyrannosaurus rex army!"

Dr. Hammond outlined a wonderful blueprint in just a few words.

Dinosaur army? General Ross was lost in thought, staring at Hammond in front of him. He noticed a piece of skin on Dr. Hammond's arm that looked like it had been burned, and there was also an inexplicable feeling of familiarity.

"I'm afraid the investment is not small, and what about the cycle? I need a mature product, maybe a living dinosaur, to convince that group of people."

Noticing the look in General Ross's eyes, Dr. Hammond lowered his arms and his sleeves naturally drooped, covering everything.

Then Hammond said, "This is inevitable, General. Sometimes, risks and benefits are directly proportional. But I can guarantee that this is definitely a project that transcends the times, and I will not fail."

"Humph, really?" General Ross stood up, intending to reject Hammond and give his own new plan.

But suddenly, he caught a glimpse of the silver suitcase that was still releasing cold air. General Ross finally remembered that it was familiar. It was the same style that the person who went to find Bronski in the surveillance that day carried.

"Doctor, to be honest, I am very interested in your dinosaur army. I will help you apply for research funds. But not now. I need you to prove your worth first and help me speed up a project that is about to be completed." General Ross He kept an eye on it and said calmly, reaching out and touching the gray beard that he had neatly combed.

"What project?" Dr. Hammond asked, a curious look in his eyes as he closed the suitcase.

General Ross smiled and cut a cigar, "You'll know when you go there."

"Someone, take Dr. Hammond to Research Institute No. 83." Then, he sent someone to send Dr. Hammond to the research institute.

After finishing everything and watching the armed vehicle transporting Dr. Hammond go away, General Ross made another phone call, "I want cameras everywhere in Research Institute No. 83. Watch out for the one coming soon." Dr. Mond writes a report summarizing every move he makes to me every day.”

In the smoke of the cigar, General Ross clenched his fists excitedly, "I caught you! Ho ho!"

……

"who is it?"

Matt Murdock, wearing tights and a hood, felt the whistling wind beside him and tightened his grip on the short stick in his hand.

"Uncle, hey, can you see me?"

Peter Parker smiled as he sat on the auspicious clouds and prepared to fly back to Queens.

Not only that, he was also wearing a short shirt with the Chinese character "BI" printed on it. His arms began to have some muscular arcs and strength, and his body was also a lot thicker.

Exercising before going to school in the morning, fighting criminals in Queens before eating in the evening, and challenging the Hell's Kitchen copy after dinner in the evening. This is Peter Parker's fulfilling every day.

"Matt, don't be nervous. Peter, how are you doing?"

Dumplings fell from the sky and sat on the auspicious clouds. Before the battle with Emperor Shitian, he was free and could do whatever he wanted.

"Dumpling? Why are you here? Is he?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Matt lowered his guard. Although they had different philosophies, he still respected these powerful Xia people.

"This is my student. I came here just to see if he has been lazy recently. Matt, how are you doing lately?"

Dumpling lowered the auspicious clouds and asked casually.

"Not so good. This place, Hell's Kitchen, has become even more chaotic after Kingpin's death. That bastard successor failed to maintain order here. I'm still too naive. This is a worse world. Danny and I can’t juggle it all.”

Matt was slumped, the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood in the air made him miss the days when Kingpin was around.

"Yo yo yo! Look what I found? Two little boys and an adult. Can you let me join in, so that we are two adults versus two little boys, just one to one."

An obscene voice came from the corner of the street. Under the street lights, a strange man wearing a red and black one-piece fur coat and a children's watch in his right hand walked towards the three of them.