Marvel's Speedster

"It seems that this is not a pleasant meeting."

When Ross returned to Qin, she had recovered her strength, was wrapping up Ross' coat, and was sitting in the car looking at him with a half-smile.

"We're so profitable that everyone wants a piece of it. I don't know whether to be proud or afraid now."

Standing in front of the car door, Ross spread his hands and shrugged.

"If you don't like the way the table is set up, just flip it over." Qin suggested, with crimson flames faintly dancing in her eyes.

Ross laughed, exactly what he meant.

No matter how much external pressure there is, it is not enough to make him give up his achievements. No matter what despicable methods others use, Phoenix Potion will still be controlled by the laboratory, and the new drug under development, Hercules, will also be released in the future. They are released one after another. Although these things are extremely weakened versions and are not core technologies, they are an important medium for his road to the future. Ross will never take it lightly and let outsiders take his things away.

Even if Watsonton doesn't find it himself, he will take action against this competitor in the next period of time.

Although the world is big, it is difficult to accommodate two forces with contradictory positions. The best way is to catch the other party by surprise and invest in one force to completely defeat the other party, clear out the crowded market, and turn the body of the loser into nutrition to supplement itself.

From the very beginning, Ross did not intend to coexist peacefully with his competitors. He is not a real entrepreneur, but a hungry wolf in sheep's clothing. pressure, then it can go terribly wrong.

What awaits it is not weak resistance, but sharp fangs that are only revealed on dark and windy nights.

When hot blood spurts from its throat, it will understand what it should try to avoid.

But that was too late.

320 Although Ross is not a Mutant, since he has planted his roots deeply in the giant tree of Mutant, he will never tolerate anyone harming his roots.

And the best defense is to attack, Ross will never forget the education he received in his previous life.

There was no need to communicate, the two of them looked at each other and smiled through the car window, Ross was about to open the car door when he suddenly stopped.

A slight sound of footsteps came from a distance, and a group of people gradually approached.

"Hello, Mr. Byrne."

This is a man in his fifties. His forehead is slightly bald, his thinning hair is neatly combed back, and he is well dressed. He is wearing a large iron gray windbreaker, and his eyes are piercing.

Surrounded by his entourage, he walked close by, and offered his hand to Ross.

"Gideon Malik, Kenny's friend."

Malik introduced himself, and at the same time ordered a few words softly, and sent his entourage far away.

"Mr. Malik is going to convince me instead of Chairman Watsonton?" Ross smiled and shook his hand.

"I don't have Kenny's confidence, he is too impatient." Malik shook his head again and again, with a disapproving expression.

"So sir is here for the lab too?" Ross guessed.

"Don't get me wrong, Ross. I have no interest in acquiring or merging a pharmaceutical company, and I don't intend to jeopardize my friendship with Kenny. In fact, I'm an industrialist, a scientific advisor to the President, and a former space experimenter in charge of the Far Star Pathfinder program. , If I say which aspect I am interested in, I think friends in the space agency must be more clear than friends in the medical field.

"In that case, it would be really great." Ross made a gesture of relief, and inadvertently turned his head and glanced at Qin.

There was no need to talk, the two had already established a tacit understanding, Phoenix smiled gracefully at Malik, and after the industrialist nodded back, he leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes, like taking a nap and not disturbing the conversation between the men.

Malik didn't care about the existence of Yiqin, he did a lot of work on Ross's character, as reported in the tabloids, this young man is very similar to Stark, always surrounded by some beautiful women, considering his age , Some playfulness is really normal.

"Since our areas of focus don't overlap, what can I do for Mr. Malik?" Ross asked directly.

"In fact, I just learned about the situation of cutting-edge technology laboratories. Although I have been friends with Mr. Watsonton for many years, I have to say that I am emotionally inclined in this matter. It seems that every small and medium-sized enterprise To a certain extent, you will encounter similar problems, and I was no exception when I started the company, so as a senior, I have a suggestion that you can consider."

Malik coughed and made a very sincere proposal.

"I'd love to hear about sir's experience." Ross made a gesture of listening.

The other party smiled slightly, and his eyes were fixed on Ross's expression.

"As far as I know, which society have you not joined?"

What Malik meant definitely did not refer to the interest clubs in the university, but he meant the Brotherhood organization where elites gather.

This kind of organization is not the same as Magneto's Mutant Brotherhood. They are secret organizations for different groups. The small circle of this kind of society is usually life-long, and at the same time it is very low-key. It is strictly forbidden for outsiders to enter the internal activities, and members are not allowed to report to Disclose the inside story of the activity.

Despite the skepticism of such organizations and their frequent scandals, these secret societies are still admired by many elites because they provide members with opportunities to meet people of different backgrounds and statuses, and these connections come from universities. The era has carried over to the workplace.

"Here is an opportunity. My community appreciates what you have done. It has long been our mission to develop intelligent, responsible, helpful, upright, and trustworthy companions. As far as we know, you have demonstrated at least a few of the most Important qualities, if you want, I can be your guide, we have many powerful members, if you can join our ranks, I think with your wisdom and the help of brothers in the association, the future will definitely be It's been a smooth ride."

Malik explained in detail, but Ross didn't respond immediately, but said that he had to think about it.

This is a very normal thing, so Malik didn't get too entangled.

"What is the name of our club?" Before leaving, Ross asked.

"It won't be made public until it's been tested -- that's the rule." Malik smiled, and he felt that Ross should have been moved.

Nodding, Ross expressed his understanding.

(bedj) "Don't worry, we won't force potential members to go to the mall to buy plus-size women's underwear or other boring tests, we are not some boring old men's club, don't rush to say no, think about it, Ross, there is another way Definitely good for you.

The two chatted a few words and said goodbye.

Looking at the figures of Malik and his party gradually going away, Ross turned his head slightly.

"Whose man is he?"

Qin opened her eyes, broke away from the concealed Telepathy, and moved her slender fingers, drawing a strange pattern in the air.

With a slight sneer, Ross opened the car door, sat next to Phoenix, and told the driver to get on the road.

"Sometimes humans and frogs seem to have the same property, as long as they hit a stick on the pool, they will automatically jump up from the mud and pile up neatly together.

"What are you going to do?" Jyn asked, taking his arm.

Ross stroked her rounded knee, looking out emotionlessly at the rapidly receding scenery.

"There are two kinds of people in the world, the doormat and the bullfighter. Which do you think I will be?"

He pondered for a while, his eyes gradually deepened.

"I'm going to do the third type, sending all the prey and hunters to the sacrificial altar. This world is structured by pyramids. us."

Ross said lightly, an imperceptible golden light flashed in his pupils.

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After saying goodbye to Ross, Malik did not go to meet his friend Kenny Watson II, but stayed elsewhere for a long time before coming out again, and then took a detour and quietly came to the Congress A bustling commercial street near the square.

Mixed in the bustling crowd, the aerospace-loving presidential adviser led his confidants all the way through, and finally came to a building above the subway entrance.

The view here is wide, but the location is very unobtrusive. You can see the Yoshino cherry blossoms in the distance through the window. There is a subway station downstairs. The three main subway lines, red, yellow and green, meet here. It is very suitable for tourists to stay .

But the person he wants to meet is definitely not a tourist.

"I want to see Mr. Whitehall."

Malik gave instructions to the guard, and after the guard confirmed his identity, he respectfully opened the fence.

Then the presidential adviser came to the side of Mr. Whitehall.

"You brought me back, I suppose it's not bad news?"

Whitehall, who looks like a middle-aged professor, looks a few years younger than Malik, but Malik's attitude towards him is very awed.

He wore a pair of thin gold-rimmed round glasses on the bridge of his nose, and wore a pair of latex gloves on his hands. He was holding a metal object with a strange shape and looked at it carefully. asked Malik.

"I think he is tempted, but he should still have doubts. I will urge him to make the right decision as soon as possible." Malik replied.

Whitehall didn't look back, still fiddling with his gadget.

"The great Red Skull has passed away, but his will has not died. HYDRA's mission will continue. I shouldn't remind you that time is short, right?"

"Yes, HYDRA Hail." Malik quickly stood up straight and shouted. "I will try my best, Ross will definitely join the organization!"

"But you haven't done enough, not enough." Whitehall finally put down the metal block in his hand, turned around and sat down.

"You don't realize the value of Ross‧Byrne, do you think he is an entrepreneur like Stark, who needs to avoid the sight of the top of S.H.I.E.L.D? No, he has not yet reached the height of Stark, but I have seen the future, the future is He deserves more attention than the Starks and sons."

"But S.H.I.E.L.D has listed him as a supplementary target...", Malik argued.

Before he finished speaking, Whitehall shook his finger and interrupted his explanation.

"Don't be afraid of Fury, he's already lost one eye and will soon lose the other, Pierce will take care of him when the time is right, but Ross can't get away from us." Norman Osborn's Green The Goblin potion shows that Abraham Erskine's super soldier serum can be imitated, even if it's only half as effective, we can't ignore it, if we can get this, maybe we don't have to hide it anymore. Before anyone else finds out, Ross must be under our control, and quickly!

Malik paused for a moment for breathing, then nodded heavily.

"Understood, I'll find someone to do it right away."

"No need." Whitehall glanced at him and picked up the remote control.

"Someone has gone to put a little pressure on him, I'm expecting a positive result and I'm ready with a rewarding gift.

Malik followed Whitehall's finger, and a tragic traffic accident was breaking out on the screen. .