The King of Fighters in the Marvel World

At the entrance of a dark and deserted alley, Phil stood here eagerly waiting. At this moment, Ling Cheng appeared out of thin air behind Phil, carrying a man in a windbreaker.

After contacting Phil, Ling Cheng directly led the man in the trench coat to use the teleportation technique with the idea of ​​​​experimentation. The results proved that it is indeed feasible to teleport people.

However, during the teleportation process, the consumption of mental power to create a barrier the size of two people is not as simple as one plus one. This made Ling Cheng frown a little. What would the result be if the man in the trench coat was not covered with mental power, or if only half of it was covered? Ling Cheng was a little eager to try.

When Ling Cheng was standing behind Phil making various assumptions, Phil accidentally saw the shadow on the ground. His body tensed up, and he subconsciously turned around and drew his gun. After seeing clearly it was Ling Cheng, he smiled bitterly and said

"Can't you remind me when you're here?"

"what"

Ling Cheng came back to his senses and looked at the man in the windbreaker in his hand and then at Phil. After hesitating for a while, he thought that money was more important and threw the man in the windbreaker to the ground.

"I helped arrest people and pay them."

"Money" Phil said blankly

"Yes, money. Do you think my efforts are in vain? I chased him for several streets to catch him." Ling Cheng asked for credit.

Phil was a little happy to see that Ling Cheng didn't look like he was joking. Did Ling Cheng do it for money? The most important thing that SHIELD lacks is money.

"How much do you want?" Phil asked.

"One million won is the same price." Lingcheng Lion said loudly. He wants to build a force but is short of funds. If he doesn't fight the big dog SHIELD, who will he fight?

"He's not worth so much." Phil pointed at the man in the trench coat lying on the ground and said with a bitter smile.

"The 50% discount on yuan is not even a dime less."

"I can apply for 10." Phil shook his head.

10w Your team’s missions are all from the air base, 10w you want to send me away

"If it's less than 35 yuan, no need to discuss it. Otherwise, I would kill this man today or send him home, and I won't give you any advantage." Ling Cheng began to speak harshly.

"Then there's no other way. My authority is only 15 yuan at most." Phil wondered why

"Then 15 will be spent." Ling Cheng agreed unceremoniously.

Soon the two of them completed a py transaction. Ling Cheng grinned and earned 15 US dollars just by doing some activities. What else is he dissatisfied with? Looking at Phil who looked bitter, he comforted him. "Brother, you've made a profit. Take him back quickly and interrogate him. I'll leave first. Remember to find me next time you have such a good thing."

Phil's face was gloomy, but he was happy in his heart. He felt that it was necessary to report the news about Ling Cheng's greed for money. This was a breakthrough. Fury should praise me.

"Lingcheng, are you interested in helping me resolve this matter for 30w?" Phil asked quickly as he watched Lingcheng pretending to leave.

"30w" Ling Cheng asked with bright eyes.

"Right 30," Phil said with a smile.

"Didn't you say that the authority is only 15w?" Ling Cheng said warily

"I can apply to the higher authorities." Phil rubbed his nose and said with a guilty conscience.

"Okay, call me when the time comes." Ling Cheng waved his hand and disappeared.

"You'd better go back with me. I'm afraid you won't be able to make it by then." Phil said quickly but it was already too late.

Mai Zhuo saw Ling Cheng coming back in a good mood and asked, "Boss, has something good happened?"

"Ha, I went out to support my family."

"What are you doing?" Ling Cheng couldn't help but ask when he saw Mai Zhuo holding a notebook.

"Collecting information, doesn't the boss want to form a force? I also want to help." Mai Zhuo explained with a smile.

Looking at the serious Mai Zhuo, Ling Cheng finally remembered that in addition to his martial arts, Mai Zhuo was also a managerial talent. He once pretended to be the secretary of Lu Carle, who was the big drug lord in The King of Fighters. Therefore, there is no doubt about Mai Zhuo’s ability.

"Mai Zhuo is great." Ling Cheng praised.

Mai Zhuo said nothing and looked at Ling Cheng with a gentle smile.

Ling Cheng suddenly felt that life like this was very happy. Be a secretary when you have something to do, and be a secretary when you have nothing to do. Can you not be happy?

Feeling that his little brother was about to make a move, Ling Cheng turned into a wolf and knocked Mai Zhuo down. For a while, you came and I was under fire.

Lingcheng received a call from Phil early the next morning.

"Union Station." Phil didn't say much.

"Got it." After taking the money to do something, Ling Cheng set off immediately without hesitation.

At this time, Mike, a black man who was trying to get through at Union Station, was discovered by the ticket inspector. After making a big fuss, he was surrounded by Phil and others who arrived.

"Mr. Peterson, we don't mean to hurt you, we're just here to help." Phil raised a hand in front of him in hopes of communicating with Mike. Looking at Mike, who was still calm, Phil added, "You are in danger now. We have to take you away."

"No one can catch me," Mike, who has always misunderstood SHIELD, shouted as if he was about to break out.

The SHIELD agents saw that Mike was about to resist and raised their pistols to take action.

Phil quickly stopped him, but he couldn't stop the black man Mike. The black man grabbed the nearest agent by the collar and threw him away. Everyone raised their guns to shoot.

"Wait a minute." Ling Cheng flashed and pressed the gun of an agent next to him and shouted.

When Mike saw Ling Cheng, he also stopped. Ling Cheng's help last night had changed his impression of Ling Cheng. The kid next to him wanted to run over when he saw Ling Cheng shouting "Kung Fu Man" happily. , but was held tightly by his father.

Ling Cheng and Fei Er motioned to leave it to them. Phil nodded.

"Mike, you know very well that you are no match for me. Even if you ran away yesterday, I could still catch you. Do you know why I didn't chase you?" Ling Cheng said sincerely, staring into Mike's eyes.

Mike hesitated and shook his head. Even if he was strong now, he would only be beaten in the hands of the other party. Mike himself knew that

"Do you still remember yesterday that your whole body was hot and you suddenly burst out with powerful strength? Let me tell you, you are a bomb now and may explode at any time. You are in danger now. We want to help you," Ling Cheng continued

"You're lying. I feel very good now. You can't lie to me." Mike yelled anxiously.

"What's the point of being loud? To be honest, it doesn't matter if you die, but thousands of people here are innocent. Of course, you may not feel guilty if they die, but think about your son. If you explode , he will definitely be the first to die, can you really bear it?" Ling Cheng said angrily.

"You, you really didn't lie to me." Mike looked at his young son and began to waver.

"What's the point of lying to you? I'm just like you, different from ordinary people. Look, SHIELD imprisoned me and dissected me. We have a cooperative relationship." Ling Cheng took advantage of the situation and pursued him.

Mike and Ling Cheng looked at each other for a long time before nodding and agreeing to cooperate.

Seeing that Mike was willing to cooperate, Ling Cheng relaxed. It would be great if he could solve this matter with just BB without taking action.

Just when Phil was taking the little hand from the black child, a gunshot suddenly rang out, and the black man quickly pulled his son down with quick eyes and hands. A SHIELD agent beside him groaned and fell to the ground with a ball of blood exploding from his chest.

Bang, bang, bang, there were several more gunshots, and several men in black trench coats took three S686s, commonly known as spray guns, and shot at everyone. The agents immediately fired back. Violent gunshots resounded throughout the station hall. .

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