Overwatch Heroes Mixed With Marvel

About five minutes later, the gravel was moved away, and a ray of sunlight shone on Wang Dalong's face.

"Old man, you came just in time."

Wang Dalong looked at the man in front of him who was carrying a quiver, and a smile appeared on his face. If he was given a chance to choose, he would rather stay under the pile of rocks for a few more hours.

"Get up, SHIELD planes can't stay here for long."

Barton pulled Wang Dalong up and helped him get on the fighter plane parked outside the cave.

After getting on the plane, Wang Dalong found someone waiting inside.

"Hello, Miss."

Wang Dalong said hello and sat down next to the widowed sister.

Well, she's really short. This was Wang Dalong's first thought after seeing the widowed sister with his own eyes.

"Why doesn't Fury come and pick me up in person? I'm the official chef of SHIELD. If something happens, will you be able to eat such delicious food in the future?"

As Wang Dalong complained, the driver turned his head, and a black, bald skull appeared in front of him.

"Frui, have you had lunch? If not, I'll cook it for you when you get back."

Wang Dalong slowly lowered his raised hands, and began to mutter something close to his mouth.

"I didn't hear clearly what you just said."

Fury pulled the joystick and spoke in a very sinister tone.

"Ha, I didn't say anything. I just proposed to you that you should volunteer as a chef at SHIELD for half a month. What do you think?"

Wang Dalong's heart is about to explode. He is scolding him in front of the boss of the world's largest gang. This is not looking for shit.

"Half a month"

Fury's tone softened a little, but was still sinister.

"I still have to make money for at most one and a half months, boss."

Seeing that Fury didn't say anything, Wang Dalong added the days to one and a half months.

"make a deal"

Fury's tone finally returned to normal.

At this time, he also noticed Wang Dalong's left foot:

"broken"

Wang Dalong didn’t know how to reply to him, and it wasn’t like this during an awkward conversation. He could see it with his eyes, so why did he need to ask?

But not replying would easily offend others, so Wang Dalong could only reply: "Ah, it's over."

"it is good."

Fury's one-word answer gave Wang Dalong the urge to hit someone. Even saying "sorry" is better than saying "ok".

"Well, I remember that the Osborne Group has a plan to regenerate amputated limbs. It seems that the in vivo experiments are about to begin. Success should not be far away. You can wait a little longer."

Fury thought for a moment and said.

"it is good."

Wang Dalong also replied with one word and closed his eyes.

Successfully dreaming, it would be good to have an unchanged monster. It is better to rely on others than to rely on yourself. He should wait until he returns to his own territory and use gold coins to repair his broken leg.

Looking at Wang Dalong with his eyes closed, Fury couldn't help but feel angry. If it weren't for his parents who were his colleagues, he wouldn't care about his life and death.

I wonder when the boss of the most powerful gang ever flew a plane himself.

After a few hours of flight, the plane landed at the SHIELD building in New York.

"Oh, dear Tony, I told you we would meet soon."

When they got off the plane, they saw Tony and Ethan with their arms wrapped in gauze.

"Great, glad you're all right."

When Tony saw Wang Dalong, he hugged him directly and was very excited.

"That's enough, wait until you can hold your model later."

Seeing that he had had enough hugs, Wang Dalong gently pushed Tony away.

"Let's go, make a record first, and then you can leave." Fury motioned to the widowed sister to take them to take notes.

"What a pretty girl."

Along the way, Tony seemed to have regained his playboy nature and began to talk to the pretty widowed sister.

"What's your last name, girl? Are you married and have a boyfriend?"

Seeing Tony babbling non-stop, Wang Dalong quickly covered his mouth. He knew the widowed sister's fighting ability very well, and it would not be a problem to fight against thirty Tony's.

"That's enough, you can't afford it." Wang Dalong hinted vaguely.

"If I can't afford it, I won't be able to afford it." Tony seemed to have a short-circuit in his brain and yelled.

Seeing the gloomy and dripping face of the widowed sister when she turned around, Wang Dalong raised his hands, indicating that it had nothing to do with him, and stepped aside:

"It's all what he said, it has nothing to do with me."

Half an hour later, Wang Dalong helped Tony walk out of the SHIELD building.

Tony was not in good condition at the moment. His eye circles were blue, he had multiple soft tissue contusions, and his mental state was even worse.

After helping him get into the car, Xiaojiao, who was sitting in the back seat, said with concern:

"Are you okay? Do you want to go to the hospital first?"

"Go to a press conference," Tony said weakly.

"Can"

"It's okay, he just looks seriously injured, but actually he feels very happy." Wang Dalong turned around and explained to Xiao Laojiao.

"Is it true?" Xiaojiao had always trusted Wang Dalong very much, so she believed what he said.

In fact, Tony felt really good. He had tasted everything from split muscles to bones, but it was sour and sour.

Reporters swarmed in like sharks smelling blood.

"Today, I want to announce an important news. Stark Group will close the weapons development department today."

As soon as the news came out, Wang Dalong noticed that Obadiah's already ugly face became even more ugly.

"Tony just made a joke to everyone." Obadiah pulled Tony down and started crisis public relations with a smile. "The Weapons Development Department is an important pillar of Stark Company and cannot be closed. , please rest assured.”

Looking at Obadiah's face, Wang Dalong felt sick.

It can be said that Tony did not know what harm the weapons he invented would cause to civilians, so he remained indifferent. But Obadiah was different. He knew but still developed weapons. This is a moral issue.

War can bring peace, but those who experience war will never get peace. This is an eternal truth.

"Tony, come sit down at my bar."

After getting in the car, Wang Dalong suggested.

"what ever."

Tony looked decadent, completely different from before.

"Happy, go to the Salted Fish Bar."

There were bursts of "sizzling" sounds of barbecue, followed by the aroma of barbecue with a hint of onion.

As the pressure plate continues to fall, the barbecue gradually changes from bright red to dark brown.

This is the meat patty that Wang Dalong chopped with one knife. Compared with the meat minced by a meat grinder, it has more toughness and chewiness.

As the color of both sides of the meat patties gradually turned brown, Wang Dalong placed the three pieces of meat patties on the oil filter and drained the oil on them.

He took out a fresh cucumber that had been chilled for a while from the sink. He lifted the knife and saw slices of moderately thick cucumbers appearing on the cutting board.

"Ding."

The toast in the oven is ready too.

Take out two slices of bread, put the meat patty with most of the oil on the bread, put a slice of cucumber on it, top it with some salad, and finally cover it with another slice of bread, and a Wang's handmade burger is completed.