I have a good impression of Marvel

Ward's door-to-door visit only made Leon more determined that his enemy was still hiding in the shadows and secretly observing him.

He is still proceeding in an orderly manner with various plans to make himself stronger...

The implementation of the "Nirvana" charity fund immediately spread the name of the Nirvana Group throughout New York.

Especially during the battle in New York, the people of New York who lost their homes and relatives were full of goodwill and respect for this company that provided a helping hand in a timely manner.

All major newspapers and media have bombarded this listed company that generously donated money, and various follow-up reports have pushed the reputation of this mysterious but huge group company to a new level.

(Early before the Battle of New York, Botu had reorganized and merged the companies that he and Hui had absolute control of under Lyon's instruction.)

For a time, Nirvana Group's stock price skyrocketed, becoming the only large company whose stock price continued to skyrocket after the New York War!

By the way, another company whose stock price has soared is none other than "Iron Man" Tony Stark's Stark Industries...

In carrying out this act of kindness, although Lyon did not directly come forward to accept the gratitude from the public. However, the constantly beating favor points were undoubtedly telling him that doing this was exactly what the system expected!

The purpose of the charity fund is, on the one hand, to help the people of New York and rebuild their homes; on the other hand, it is to gain favor points.

The upcoming damage control company is mainly to allow the superhero team "Avengers" to maintain a good reputation and image in front of the public.

However, what Lyon did not expect was that his and Stark's good intentions would inadvertently lead to the birth of a super villain...

. . . . . .

In front of the Stark Tower, which is under construction, the waiting hall of New York Grand Central Station, which was once crowded with people, is now in ruins.

Bricks, rubble, alien debris, and the corpse of a huge Leviathan can be seen everywhere, turning the largest and busiest train station in the United States into an extremely desolate ruin.

If Leon were here, he would definitely be able to recognize that this Leviathan beast was the one he killed...

The noisy sound of mechanical cutting, loud conversations, and the roar of vehicles added a bit of popularity to the ruins.

Taking a closer look, in the ruins, in addition to a few trucks filled with extraterrestrial materials, there are also some men in work clothes, holding various tools, working hard to clean up all kinds of extraterrestrial garbage...

"Nothing will ever be the same again..."

Next to a yellow excavator, a middle-aged man in work clothes wearing reading glasses was holding a graffiti that was obviously made by a child, and was sighing to his subordinates on the side.

"Aliens, superheroes, and a big green guy that leveled the buildings... You know, I loved drawing cowboys and Indians as a kid."

"Actually, they are all Native Americans, but it doesn't matter..."

"But, having said that, this painting is pretty good, what do you think?"

"It's pretty good..."

...

Among the two people who were talking, the middle-aged man in work clothes wearing reading glasses was the leader of the cleaning team responsible for cleaning the Central Railway Station.

His name is Adrian Toomes.

After the New York War, in order to clean up the mess as quickly as possible, the government not only organized professional teams to clean up the battlefield, but also specially authorized private clean-up agencies or teams to participate.

Everything is aimed at restoring Manhattan to its former prosperity.

The cleanup team led by Toomes is one of them.

Seeing the profit, as the breadwinner of the family, Toombs decided to sign a cleanup contract with the city government, hoping to make a small fortune from the cleanup work.

To this end, he even mortgaged his house, used bank loans, bought several new trucks, and hired an extra team of people...

However, things are not always smooth sailing.

Just as Toomes was teaching a new cleaner step by step how to use alien tools to dig out the energy core of a Chitauri aircraft, a fat woman with white hair appeared in some clothes. Surrounded by men and women in work uniforms and suits, they walked into the cleanup site.

"Everyone, please pay attention!"

Hearing this, Tums and several workers beside him turned their heads and looked at the uninvited guests.

Before Toomes could react, a series of sentences came out of the fat white-haired woman's mouth:

"Per Executive Order 396b, all post-war cleanup work now falls within our jurisdiction. Thank you for your service, leave this to us!"

Looking at the other person's aura and the somewhat bulging waist under the suit and leather shoes, Toomes couldn't help but frown and asked:

"who are you?"

"Professionals." A man in a suit standing next to the fat woman like a bodyguard responded.

Toomes, who felt something was not right, couldn't help but explain: "Listen, I signed a contract with the city government to clean up these ruins, so..."

However, the other party did not give him such a chance.

"Sorry, Mr. Toomes, but all cleanup operations are now taken over by us. Please hand over all alien artifacts you have collected or we will sue you..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the fat woman turned around and prepared to leave.

In desperation, Toomes quickly followed him, telling the other party all about his situation and trying to convince him.

However, what he got was just a cold answer:

"Sorry, there's nothing I can do."

Just as Toomes stared blankly at the fat woman who turned to leave, the man in a suit who had just answered suddenly taunted:

"Maybe next time, don't overestimate your capabilities..."

This sentence directly ignited the anger that was already raging in Toombs's heart.

"What did you say?"

After asking, Toomes, who had a look of confusion on his face, turned around and faced his subordinates and said:

"Yes, he is right, I am overestimating my capabilities..."

Before he finished speaking, Tums suddenly turned around and punched the man in the suit with a right hook while the man was unprepared, hitting the man in the suit hard on the face!

This blow immediately broke the entire already precarious situation.

The man who was suddenly attacked immediately took out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at Toomes.

The other men and women in suits all took out their weapons, looking like they were facing a formidable enemy.

"Put the gun away!"

The fat woman stopped her men from pointing guns at civilians, and then with a solemn expression she said to the still-angry Toomes:

"If you have any dissatisfaction, you can go to my superior."

"Who the hell is your superior from?!"

. . .

In the evening, Toomes and others returned to the warehouse and learned the identity of their "superior" from news reports.

"A joint company composed of Stark Industries and Nirvana Corporation, and the government's damage control department, will be responsible for the cleanup of alien debris and alien materials..."

"The bastard who made this mess is now being paid to clean it up..."

"Yes, it's all done behind closed doors..."

Listening to the complaints of his men, until this moment, Adrian Toombs suddenly understood a truth:

If you don’t want people to be slaves to others and me to be fish, you must make changes!

At this time, a subordinate opened the curtain and found a truck filled with extraterrestrial materials in the corner. He couldn't help but ask:

"Boss, the load of materials we cleaned yesterday is still here. We should hand it in, right?"

Hearing this, Toomes stood up suddenly and said seriously:

"I tell you what to do and we keep it!"

Under the slightly surprised gazes of everyone, Tums' eyes sharpened and he said in a deep voice:

"This world has changed..."

"And it's time for us to change!"