Marvel Black Robe, I rely on the release of the lottery

As Cao Chen expected, it was a sensitive period for proposal voting.

Watt Company decided to use the most "gentle" method to deal with this matter.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t be a lawyer walking through the door.

At least a killer of Black's level.

There is no cumbersome opening statement, the lawyer directly states his intention.

"This is forty-five thousand dollars given to you by Watt Company."

The lawyer took a check out of his briefcase and placed it on the table.

"Is this compensation?"

Cao Chen stared at the check. This was the first time he had seen a check, and he didn't know whether it was true or false.

"No, no, no, no compensation." The lawyer waved his hand and said: "Walter Company has noticed your recent remarks.

On behalf of Watt Company, I declare to you that the death of your master has nothing to do with Watt Company, nor does it have anything to do with the locomotive. "

"Then why did you give me the money? For charity?"

"This is Vought's 'Eagle Plan', which is dedicated to providing entrepreneurial capital to talented young people."

"So, Walter Company is interested in my business acumen?" Cao Chen laughed out loud.

"Yes, that's it."

The lawyer took out another contract from his briefcase and placed it in front of Cao Chen.

"Mr. Cao, sign it and the money will be yours. But from now on, you can't mention anything about Walter Company, Locomotive and your master. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Understood." Cao Chen curled his lips: "There is no 300 taels of silver here."

"what?"

"Don't worry, I will definitely ask for the compensation. But forty-five thousand is not enough!"

"Mr. Cao, I emphasize again, this money is not compensation..."

"Whatever you say." Cao Chen pointed at the lawyer's nose: "Go back and tell your boss that you can shut me up if you want me to, but you have to pay more!"

Forty-five thousand US dollars, based on the latest exchange rate, is more than 30 yuan.

This is too little for a human life!

What's more, his master is still a "New York registered permanent resident".

Even if it is doubled again, it is not enough!

……

After Little Pepper left the divination hall, she was a little hesitant to tell Tony about the "divination".

After all, this is not science, and the fortune tellers are not beautiful women.

But Tony was only interested in these two things.

Little Pepper remembered an "ancient Eastern saying" that she heard somewhere before.

I would rather trust it to have it than to trust it to have nothing.

After much hesitation, she dialed Tony's cell phone.

"Hey, Miss Potts, did Jarvis make you angry?" Tony's teasing voice came.

"No. What I want to say is...it's so noisy over there. Is someone crying?"

"Yes, it's Roddy. He drank too much and his negative pressure was very high."

"Okay, Mr. Stark, I want to tell you that you should pay attention to safety over there and be careful of the terrorists there."

"That's Afghanistan, and meeting terrorists is normal."

"Once you are attacked by them, please be sure to tell them that you are Tony Stark, and tell them loudly."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine, we have Crybaby Roddy." Tony smiled.

"Mr. Stark! I'm not kidding you. What I said to you is very important. You must remember it!"

Pepper yelled into her phone.

This really shocked Tony on the other end of the phone.

He couldn't understand why Miss Potts, who was usually polite and gentle, suddenly turned into a tigress. !

Is it the day?

"Okay, Mother Potts," Tony said, "If I get attacked, I'll tell them who I am."

"That's good." Little Pepper breathed a sigh of relief: "Mr. Stark, I'm sorry, I was a little excited just now..."

"No need to apologize, just promise me something." Tony said.

"what's up?"

"Go on a vacation, relax, and the boss will pay for it."

"I will consider it." Pepper said: "By the way, there is also palladium!"

"Palladium? What happened to Palladium?"

"The Palladium will bless you."

"how do you know?"

"This is... the mysterious Eastern power."

"Okay, I'm going to the stewardesses' dance. I really wish you were here too."

"I also……"

"I wish you were among them."

"what?"

"I wish you were the only one here."

"what?"

"It's nothing, I seem... a little drunk, I wish you a good time!"

……

In the evening, Cao Chen went to the Chinese restaurant facing the street and had a good meal.

Treat yourself well.

I also drank some wine, white.

Even in Chinatown, this pure oriental taste is extremely difficult to find.

And all of this is entirely thanks to Miss Pepper Potts's kindness.

After drinking and eating, Cao Chen, who was slightly tipsy, returned home.

He was just about to go to bed when he suddenly heard a noise coming from his master's room.

anyone? !

Cao Chen sobered up immediately.

Is he a killer from Watt Company?

If you're not good at literature, why don't you become a martial artist?

Will it be black?

Cao Chen quietly came to the door and looked inside.

I saw a man with a sinister face sitting on the window edge.

One foot inside the house, one foot outside the house.

The burly body was stuck in the narrow window frame.

Not going in, not going back.

Looking at this scene, Cao Chen wanted to laugh.

It's not because of the man's embarrassment, but because of the man's face.

Cao Chen knew this face.

This man is none other than Butcher in the black robe, nicknamed The Butcher.

He is a villain who wants to kill the people of his motherland.

Whether it is out of justice or private anger.

In short, judging from the first three seasons of Black Robe, it can be regarded as a righteous party.

Butcher saw Cao Chen and was a little embarrassed: "Don't be stunned, come here and lend me a hand, pull me in. Don't worry, I'm not a bad person."

"I know, you are the FBI." Cao Chen walked over.

In The Black Robe, Butcher used a fake FBI identity to trick Huey.

"Yes, I am the FBI, but how did you know?" Butcher said in surprise.

"I'm a fortune teller, I figure it out."

Cao Chen grabbed Butcher's collar.

With a slight force, he was pulled out of the window frame.

Then he lifted it up high and put it down gently.

It's like picking up a little chicken.

This surprised Butcher.

After all, I can be considered a tough guy.

But he was mentioned easily?

The key is that the boy in front of him looks soft and weak.

Those muscles are simply incomparable to mine!

This unscientific!

Butcher was immediately alert.

Of course he didn't know that Cao Chen was an old immortal with nearly 200 years of cultivation.

Do gods speak science? !

"Look, kid, I don't believe in any fortune-telling nonsense. But I'm the FBI, and the country needs your help now."

Butcher looked around nervously, but never took out the fake ID.

"I know." Cao Chen smiled slightly: "You want me to go to Walter Company, nominally to collect compensation, and ask Locomotive to apologize to me. In fact, you want me to help you install bugs. device."

"Can you read my thoughts? Are you one of theirs?" Butcher became even more nervous.

"No." Cao Chen smiled and shook his head: "I said, I am a fortune teller."