Marvel's Speedster

"Against in vivo experiments, Watsonton Pharmaceuticals must announce its secret research project!"

"Human cloning is not guilty, cloning is guilty!"

"Stop immoral and illegal experiments, fully accept judicial supervision, and the murderer must be tried!"

The sun had just risen, and thousands of protesters were already shouting slogans, holding placards and banners and standing in front of the Watsonton Pharmaceutical headquarters. They surrounded the entrance of this large company almost completely. . Many media reporters stood on the periphery of the crowd. While interviewing the demonstrators, they frequently made large close-ups of the shocking photos, using extremely horrifying images to stimulate the senses of readers and viewers.

Two scandals broke out in succession. At the moment, the public's antipathy towards Watsonton was at its peak. Under the instigation of interested people, the atmosphere at the scene became more and more frenzied. Do not send a large number of police officers to maintain order nearby and keep the demonstrators out.

As of today, such spontaneous demonstrations have entered the third day. Watsonton employees have to take considerable risks when commuting to and from get off work every day. They must be escorted by the police to walk through the crowd together. Some unlucky guys were hit by flying eggs or tomatoes, and they could only hide their faces in a hurry to get out of danger as soon as possible.

In just a few days, the number of resignations of this company's employees has surged, especially middle-level managers have lost the most, and the remaining employees are also panic-stricken. Many people realize that the situation is not good. Make plans in advance and try every means to escape from this big ship that is about to sink.

Although the employees in the middle and lower levels generally have concerns, for those who sit on the top floor, there is no need to worry at all. They have already found a scapegoat, and they just need to put it on the altar and use its blood to wash away the crimes committed. If they are wrong, others can avoid the external condemnation and calmly clean up the situation.

After all, capital is always innocent in this country.

Leaving the boiling crowd and looking up from the bottom, Watsonton Pharmaceutical's iron-gray headquarters building is as stable and solid as ever. This building, which resembles a military fortress, looks extremely cold and rough in the surrounding slender buildings, echoing in the distance Compared with the Stark Industrial Headquarters building, it is larger in size and slightly less than 14 in height. Even in the largest city in North America where there are many skyscrapers, this architectural style is unique. Anyone who comes to the foot of this building will feel May be overwhelmed by its aggressive momentum.

At the momentding floor, the chairman's office just ushered in a new owner. Mr. Malik, a secret member of HYDRA who had a relationship with Ross, replaced Kenny Watson II, standing alone in front of the window overlooking The sentient beings under the feet of ants.

Compared with the luxurious and exquisite character of his predecessor, Ma Lik's clothes looked ordinary. He was wearing a well-made formal suit, without any extra decorations on his body, and his face was calm and unwavering.

In the lounge next door, there was a vague call sign. It was Kenny’s voice. The former chairman fell into someone’s hands. Malik's men drove Watsonton's cronies far outside again, perhaps waking up the entire company by now.

Although Watsonton II was tortured, his old friend Malik still stood in the office calmly, holding a cigar between his fingers, taking a deep breath from time to time, and then exhaling smoke rings.

It wasn't until more than ten minutes later that a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses came out of the lounge.

"It seems that things are not going well." Malik flicked the cigarette ash lightly without looking back, letting them fall wantonly on the precious carpet.

"Not really." The man with gold-rimmed glasses said as he took out a handkerchief, and carefully wiped Shi's drenched palm.

"Except for the disappearance of our good son, Warren, we basically know everything we want to know. Just now Mr. Watsonton has been condemned by the outside world and bravely assumed responsibility. I think the citizens will be willing to forgive him when they know his choice. The mistakes he made."

The man's voice was quite gentle, but there was an indescribable chill in his tone.

Malik acted as if he didn't feel it, he had known for a long time that there would be such a result.

"It's really touching. Kenny has always been a good father. If he could accept his fate calmly and not try to track down our secrets, he could have lived a little longer - so it can be seen that impulse is really a devil, it instigates us Committed the most unforgivable sin, may God forgive Kenny's soul!" Hearing the report of his accomplice, Malik sighed with emotion, and spewed out a puff of smoke, which continued to spread in the void and gradually faded away. For a hollow smoke ring.

"Indeed." The man with gold-rimmed glasses nodded in agreement. "What's the situation outside now?"

"Angrily denounced, blindly shouted, someone is behind the scenes, maybe those competitors, they incited these thugs to create resistance for us, I think it will take some time to control the situation." Malik downcast, his eyes sparkled With a gloomy light, at this moment he looked like a coiled snake, which made people feel creepy.

"Human beings are like this. A very small number of high-ranking members lead the trend, and the vast majority of inferior people just follow their will and move forward passively. Those who don't obey us will eventually be eliminated. Don't be annoyed by them. Things will pass, although this time We failed to find out the mystery from Mutant, but taking the opportunity to control Watsonton, a large company, can also make up for part of the loss, at least in this regard, we are not empty."

The man with gold-rimmed glasses knew that Malik was actually in a bad mood, so he didn't want to touch the other's wound.

Malik knew what his partner was thinking, in fact he didn't care.

In HYDRA's long-term latent career, the time of setbacks was far more than the moment of success. As one of the existing veterans of the organization, Malik has become accustomed to accepting failure, and then recovered immediately, continuing to peek in the grass and approach the next a goal. As long as he is given a chance, he will crazily pounce on the panic-stricken prey like a real poisonous snake, wrap his slender body around its throat tightly, sink his sharp fangs deep into the muscles, and then slam the poisonous The secretion is injected into the body of the prey until it is digested into its own nutrition.

In this way, every step he takes, Malik can feel that the organization is getting stronger, and this mentality, in turn, makes him more tenacious, so a little setback is nothing to him at all.

Seeing that Malik was not in a bad mood, the man with gold-rimmed glasses was slightly relieved.

"Who is the target below, the little boy in the cutting-edge laboratory, do you want me to say hello to him?"

"Not for the time being." Malik shook his head. After the failure of the last threat operation, the Inhuman thug Creel sent out has not returned yet. I don't know if he ran away to avoid the limelight, or fell into the hands of others very unluckily. During this period of time, too many unexpected things happened, and Malik has not had time to investigate yet.

After the organization's private use of the Watsonton Corporation's research was destroyed by Mutant, the importance of cutting-edge laboratories became even more pronounced, and now Malik could no longer allow failure.

But without the pressure of competitors, whether Ross would still be interested in his own persuasion is hard to guess.

Seeing his doubts, the man with gold-rimmed glasses encouraged him for a while, and Malik finally agreed to his suggestion.

"Don't fail, don't cause too much damage to the target, I need you to bring him to me completely, I will tell him the other side of the world, if Mr. Byrne doesn't know how to cherish, we will prepare him for brainwashing Equipment, in short this time we have to completely control everything..."

Malik exhorted in a deep voice, and his accomplice nodded repeatedly.

The two discussed the action plan and felt that the chances of winning this time were very high, so Malik found red wine, poured a glass for himself and his accomplice, and wished him a successful return in advance.

"Victory belongs to us." The man with gold-rimmed glasses laughed.

"Victory belongs to HYDRA," Malik corrected with a smile.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and when they were about to toast, a glare of light flashed through the window, and with a "bang", a small hole appeared in the transparent glass.

There was silence in the room, only the faint sound of wind outside the window.

Malik was holding the cup stiffly all over his body. Just in front of him, the accomplice's smug smile hadn't dissipated yet, the whole head suddenly turned into a puddle of blood, and the broken head shot up into the sky like a bursting Firework, falling all over the place. office.

The headless corpse didn't fall to the ground immediately, but paused for a while before it fell powerlessly on the floor.

At this moment, the red blood, white brain, and black hair wreck deeply hurt Malik's eyes. If he didn't have a strong will, he would probably be so frightened that he screamed.

He really couldn't believe that the person who had drank with him just now turned into a corpse in an instant.

Malik is not a fighter, such a sudden attack is too exciting for him.

The time may have only passed a short second, but to the people in the room, it seemed that a whole long century had passed. He could hardly control his body during the torment. The unknown enemy seemed to be looking down on him in the void, and he was like A poor prey stared at by predators, unable to even move a finger, until the mobile phone on the desk rang.

Trying to move to the desk, Malik panted violently, pressed the screen a few times tremblingly, and brought up the caller ID, which was the number of the Inhuman thug Creel just mentioned.

But the voice of another man came from the microphone.

A familiar young man.

"Ross?" Recognizing the other's voice, Malik's eyes widened worryingly.

Now he finally knew whose hands Creel had fallen into.

"Why is this?" Malik asked in a trembling voice, he still wanted to work harder, maybe he could find life.

"Why is that?" The familiar voice in the microphone repeated, with a faint smile in his tone.

"For what?" Ross muttered to himself on the other side.

"When I am in danger and there is a void in my heart, I have to fill it with ten times more evil thoughts to calm myself down. That's it, Mr. Malik. I don't hate guns, I just want to find the hand that holds the gun in the dark, so when I found I took that arm, and I followed - it's a nasty habit from a messy first half of my life, please don't mind."

When life is at stake, it is absolutely impossible not to mind.

"You don't need to be like this..." Malik forced a laugh while holding the phone, desperately trying to find a reason to excuse himself.

"Oh----", Ross's voice dragged on in the microphone, sounding a little impatient.

As if being whipped hard, Malick immediately explained.

"Okay, I admit that I sent Creel, but I just wanted to express a kind urging. It was the people below who misunderstood my meaning. They did stupid things, and I was kind!"

"Using bullets to show kindness? Your idea is very interesting. My girlfriend Mary Jane almost cried because of you, which makes me very embarrassed. Is this also kindness?"

Ross teased, staring at the trembling mouse Malik from a height like a tabby cat molesting a mouse.

"It was indeed done by the people below. This is our test. Just like the clubs in the university, everyone will encounter some unexpected situations. I am sorry that we made a mistake. I only know afterwards that they did not understand clearly. A little problem, but it really comes out of my kindness to you. I just want you to know that we have the ability to threaten you, but we didn't do that, we showed the power and did no harm to you, is this Still can't explain our goodwill?"

The more Malik spoke, the more agitated he was, and his tone was confiding, defending himself like a politician whose disguise has been exposed by voters.

Ross chuckled softly into the microphone.

"I swear, this is really a misunderstanding." The initial fear gradually passed, Malik's confidence gradually returned, and he began to try to persuade his opponent.

"Ross, you don't know our strength, don't throw away a pot of cream just because you fell into a handful of ox hair, don't throw away your life's work because you made a mistake, we are definitely helpful to you, why We don't talk face to face, we can help you become one of the few people at the core of power. We are really, really optimistic about you, if you think it doesn't help, let's talk about compensation, and I can help you punish the specific responsible person , I will question him face to face, why he misunderstood my meaning, and I will give him the most severe punishment until you are satisfied."

Malik waved his arms, swearing in his promise.

Ross seemed a little shaken.

"You mean you will help me get revenge, is that so?" His tone seemed a little loose.

"Definitely, definitely!" Malik nodded repeatedly, and crossed Ross's name in his heart.

This time he will not be careless again, as long as we meet each other, this daring kid will never escape the fate of brainwashing.

He would trample this kid's head into the swamp, trampling it with all his strength time and time again, until he squeezed out the last bit of use value, and then smashed the guy who dared to threaten him into pieces.

"I'm about to be persuaded by you." Ross didn't realize it, but he was still talking slowly, with a strange mockery in his tone.

"But I've heard a saying before, and I've thought it made sense for years."

"...What is it?" Malik asked casually.

He heard the slight sound of footsteps outside the door, and the movement just now alarmed his subordinates. The confidant they had left behind was getting up from a distance.

Just when the people outside were asking for instructions in a low voice, Malik suddenly felt cold all over. He was about to lay down on the ground when the flash of light outside the window came again.

There was a soft sound, and the blood spattered.

The office door was knocked open from the outside, and the scene was in chaos.

Walking along the small hole in the glass window, passing countless high-rise buildings and the endless stream of cars below, thirteen hundred feet away, in a building far away from the Watsonton Building, Ross's indifferent face showed out.

"God gave you two hands, what he means is that you cannot rely on him for revenge, but you must do it yourself.

Ross said indifferently, and put away the sniper rifle in an orderly manner.

"Goodbye, Malik."

Simply dressing himself up as a tourist, Ross left the building and disappeared into the crowd. .