Marvel's Speedster

The Army Advanced Technology Symposium would not be held until the next morning, and in the early evening of the previous day, Ross's Pentagon liaison, General Suo of the Department of Defense Acquisition Committee, invited a general friend to the nearby Army Officers Club for a few drinks. .

This is a leisure place with a horseshoe-shaped architectural pattern, old-fashioned high-leg swivel seats, a smooth and tidy bar counter, dark wooden furniture, ceilings and floors like cut wood strips, and faint cigar smoke lingering under the lights ......... These elements are full of nostalgic colors of the 1960s and 1970s, giving people a soft and quiet feeling. Old soldiers like to come here, as if this kind of place can let them find their old feelings.

Although the two generals are indeed not young, they don't want to leave the army just yet.

People who have never experienced military life will never be able to understand the emotions of soldiers. Some people may think that life in the army is boring, and some people may think that military training is too heavy.

But for real soldiers, years of military life will completely change their lives, especially when they are getting older, it is undoubtedly an extremely fortunate thing to be able to stay with energetic young men. The elderly can re-absorb infinite vitality from the young, and receiving salutes and greetings from the "600" every day will also give people a sense of power.

Definitely General Suo is not that old yet, like his friends, he still wants to seize the opportunity to make some achievements and add one or two more gold stars to his epaulettes.

But at the current position, it is very difficult to continue to rise. In addition to your own efforts, you cannot do without the support of the outside world, especially those cute and hateful arms contractors. The generals must beware of their rhetoric, Avoid being dragged into the quagmire of infamy, and at the same time must not do without the cooperation and help of these guys.

After Exploration and Space Corporation's plan to acquire Osborn hit the rocks, General Suo felt the importance of cutting-edge laboratories.

So today he did exactly what Ross requested and invited his old friend here.

"I don't want the whiskey, give me another fruit tart biscuit." Commanding the bartender, General Suo raised his wrist and looked at the time.

"Who the hell wants to see me? Is the president planning to inspect my troops secretly?" Another general asked dissatisfiedly. He had waited for more than ten minutes and passed the time by looking at the documents that he carried with him more than once. .

Just when General Suo was about to answer, he heard a familiar voice nearby.

"I'm here to see a friend."

A young man with several entourages passed by the waiter and came to the two generals.

"This is Army General Thaddeus Ross." General Suo introduced his friend to the visitor, and then introduced the other party to his companion.

"Thaddeus, this is another Ross---Ross‧Byrne, our genius scientist, the inventor of Phoenix Potion, the youngest billionaire, I think you will have a common language.

After a brief introduction for both parties, General Suo left in due course. His absence made it easier for the two Ross to communicate in private.

"What's the matter?" General Ross was a little embarrassed. Last time, he was the one who made an appointment with the young man in front of him through General Suo on behalf of Watsonton Pharmaceuticals, which triggered the subsequent takeover turmoil.

The general was about to stand up and shake hands to express his apology, when he put a hand on his shoulder and forced him back to the stool.

Ross stared at the general expressionlessly, neither smiling nor speaking.

After being stunned for a moment, the general's face gradually darkened. He was indeed apologetic, but this was not an excuse for the other party to be rude.

"Nice to meet you, dear general." After a few seconds of stalemate, Ross' voice sounded unhurriedly.

"I'm sorry about Watsonton, but I was also entrusted by others, and I don't like others treating me like this." The general responded coldly, pointing to his shoulder.

"Neither do I, especially when I'm threatened with assassination." Ross retorted. "At the beginning, General Toso invited me to meet with Watsonton, but I was assassinated on the day I refused the acquisition. Whenever I think about this incident, I always feel regretful. I really believed in the generals' assurances too easily, so Almost put myself in a desperate situation. People often play two roles when they encounter injustice, doormat or matador, which one do you think I am?"

"I'm sorry about that. I really didn't know Watsonton was that kind of person." Referring to the past, the general's tone softened a little, but his tone was still strong. Want to hear my sorry, you've heard it, but if you want to threaten an army general, then I'm not easy to mess with. "

As if echoing the general's warning, several inquiries came from behind Ross.

"General, do you need help?"

The general's guards noticed the abnormality on the side of the bar and shouted loudly in the direction of the boss.

"Let them be quiet."

Ross didn't look back, and ordered to go on casually.

Several bodyguards who were retired soldiers hesitated for a moment, which created an opportunity for the general's guards.

As soon as they drew their pistols, Bronski, a brave former naval officer, rushed over and knocked one of them unconscious in one fell swoop. People are thrown to the ground.

"Fxxk!" Seeing this, several nearby soldiers who were drinking and chatting jumped up one after another, raising wine bottles, tables and chairs and rushing towards Ross's bodyguards.

Just a few steps away, a pair of silver iron fists suddenly appeared, and the flying tables, chairs, and wine bottles were smashed to pieces, and then two blasts of low-temperature freezing air sealed their way forward.

Broken glass and sawdust were flying everywhere, and the temperature in the club suddenly dropped by ten degrees. For a while, it was like returning to the severe winter, and people breathed out white water

"Mutant?" The general's pupils suddenly narrowed, as if he had encountered a fierce beast from his opponent.

Now he remembered that the young man in front of him founded a private security company after being assassinated. While recruiting elite retired soldiers, he also accepted some Mutants who were ostracized by society.

Those guys are all superpowers, so they shouldn't be underestimated just because they are few in number.

The general began to realize that he would encounter a lot of trouble today, and now he regretted that he should not hastily offended such a young and energetic guy for the business competition of Watsonton Pharmaceuticals. Watsonton's assassination obviously completely angered this young man. People, but Watsonton II has committed suicide in fear of crime, and now his hapless middleman has become the target of revenge.

After mopping up his clothes, the general didn't find any weapons, but the bartender behind the bar quietly put his hand into the drawer under the cabinet, and slowly grasped a rifle.

"Take your Mutant men and get out, or my troops will rush in!" the general yelled, but it was just a bluff.

"Someone should go out, but it's not mine." Ross saw through his weakness and made a gesture, and Colossus Pete bent down and grabbed the soldiers on the ground and threw them out of the gate like straws.

Although the guards were driven away, the general relaxed. The officers' club was only one street away from the Pentagon, and his men would soon find help.

"You can do stupid things, this is the privilege of young people, but you'd better think about the consequences before you do it. The crime of murdering an active military officer is not something you can bear." The general knocked on the bar hard, staring at Ross and threatened: " I can guarantee that even if you are a billionaire, you will not find a lawyer who can get you out of crime."

"Makes sense." Ross clapped his hands, seemingly admiring the general's courage. "But did I say I was going to kill you?"

"What on earth do you want to do? Do you want to ask for a sum of compensation? I'm afraid I can't afford the price you want?" The general was a little confused.

Without answering the general's question, Ross looked around, and then noticed the document by the wine glass.

He took out the document and looked through it, which was against the principle of confidentiality, but the general's heart suddenly moved, and he didn't make a sound to stop it.

"What a titan." Ross admired, eyes fixed on the photo in the file.

In the center of the photo is a dark green titan with thick black hair and bulging muscles. He is roaring with his arms open.

"This is Hulk, or green titan, a product of a failed scientific experiment. It is a dangerous element with infinite strength. We have spent a lot of effort to capture it all over the world, but we have never succeeded." The general slowed down his tone, Go to Ross and explain.

"Is it in South America now?" Ross pointed to the plants in the photo, and some of the leaves seemed to be 1.4 varieties that only grow in the tropics.

"The last capture happened just a few days ago. We specially mobilized a large number of elites to raid the slums of Padang. Unfortunately, it failed again. Now it may have gone to other places, and we are tracking its traces... If we hadn't met in this environment, I would have liked to discuss it with you at tomorrow's meeting, after all, you are the best expert in genetic biology. How about it, are you interested in it?" General momo bearded, interested Inadvertently asked Ross.

Compared with small conflicts, now he wants to attract Ross to his plan. After all, Ross's scientific research level has been recognized by the academic circle, and there are some powerful superpowers under his command. If the two sides cooperate, maybe unexpected things will happen. Effect.

"I'm really interested." Ross nodded. "Okay, let's talk.... First of all, give me a Malibu, and the other gentlemen are free."

The bartender breathed a sigh of relief, quietly withdrew his hand holding the rifle, poured coconut wine for the guests, and then retreated far away into the corner to avoid hearing the private conversations of the big shots.

"Very well, now we can talk.

Ross picked up the glass, took a small sip, and looked at the general. .