Venom My Wife

At this time, the shadow behind Chino suddenly became pitch black, stretched forward in front of her, and ripples appeared on the surface of the shadow.

An assassin wearing a black ninja suit appeared in front of him in a half-kneel posture.

The shadow seemed to have life, strange and mysterious.

"Chief, the target has left."

The assassin's voice was low and respectful, and it seemed particularly clear in the empty square.

"Well, thank you for your hard work. Find her base and you can finish the mission." Chino looked calm.

"Yes, leader."

The assassin responded, and then his body disappeared into the shadow again, as if it had never appeared, leaving only the shadow that was gradually returning to normal.

All Assassins in the Assassin League choose the ability of the Shadow of the Contract.

This is an extremely strange and powerful force that allows them to travel around the world of shadows.

Whether it is assassination or infiltration, it becomes easy, like a ghost in the dark, silent and unpredictable.

The only disadvantage is that during the day, changes in shadows are easily discovered.

The entire Demon Group is the base camp of the Assassin Alliance. Here is a tight guard, with many mechanisms, and countless shadow forces intertwined.

Batman can't do it with his ability to change.

As the reporters left, a storm of public opinion quietly began.

The next day, newspaper sales exploded, and news about the Demon Group was on the Internet.

Overwhelming coverage fills people's vision, both traditional media and emerging online platforms are occupied by this hot topic.

Among them, the most popular one is youth, and countless people are looking forward to the release of youth.

Some people even asked if there were any internal personnel who could steal it, and there were endless calls for purchases.

And Dr. Banner also became famous. He even gave him a nickname, Doctor Youth.

He suddenly became the focus of everyone's attention and was highly respected and sought after.

Dr. Banner has been busy again recently, attending various award ceremony and gatherings. Countless people are cursing him, hoping that he can develop medicines for prolonging life.

It is said that his itinerary has been scheduled for three months, and he travels between different occasions every day, and he enjoys it.

However, with the release of the drug, the medical and beauty industries have suffered an unprecedented impact.

The stock market was like a strong earthquake, and the related stocks fell sharply, making them miserable.

I don’t know how many bosses and investors lost all their money in this storm and went to the rooftop in despair.

They hated Banner and the demon clique and cursed them with gritted teeth, as if all this misfortune was caused by them.

Secretly, in a luxurious but depressing conference room.

"What should I do? I have already suffered losses before it starts to be released. If it is officially released, we will all go to sleep on the street."

A man with a big belly roared, and the fat on his face trembled with anger.

"Is there anything wrong with a demon king not staying in hell to harvest his soul and running to the human world to grab money with us?"

Another man in a suit slapped the table hard, his eyes full of anger.

"Ha, Demon King? You didn't see the poor people below trying to make him a god.

If we sell us five million knives, they will only have fifty thousand knives. He will not make money at all. He is robbing money. ”

A beautifully dressed woman screamed, and her delicate makeup looked a little hideous at this moment.

But they had to pay for their future lives.

All present were rich people dressed in jewelry, and giants in the medical and beauty industries.

The elegance of the past is no longer like a shrew cursing, and his demeanor is lost, leaving only a heart full of fear and anger.

"Enough, I'm not complaining here. Let's think of a solution."

A middle-aged man knocked on the table, his voice heavy and majestic, and the scene suddenly became quiet.

He is the leader of this organization, and he has other industries, but once it starts to be released, he will suffer heavy losses.

"What can I do? You haven't seen the demon army that day, because the country can't do anything to him."

A middle-aged beautiful woman slid on a chair, looking desperate, and her delicate makeup could not hide her haggardness.

"And he has powerful power himself, so it is impossible to rob him."

A middle-aged man has given up and plans to sell all industries at a low price and change careers, so that he can maintain a wealthy life in the future. His voice is full of helplessness and frustration.

"A group of young people who only know how to use violence, we can steal!"

An old man smiled sinisterly. He had been greedy for the rights in his hands and was unwilling to let go. Now hope of extending his life appeared in the Demon King's hands.

But this may have to be exchanged for everything from him. How could he be willing to do it? As long as he gets the formula of those potions, a hint of madness and determination appeared in his eyes.

"We can find someone to steal. If he dares to take revenge on us at that time, we will spread the recipe all over the world. I don't believe he can fight the whole world."

The old man became more and more excited as he spoke, and the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together.

"And his speech to mutants, we can use public opinion to force him to hand over the recipe."

The other person echoed, a trace of viciousness flashing in his eyes.

"And that Dr. Banner, who also knows that we can kidnap him."

Someone has come up with this bold idea.

"You're crazy. He's a Hulk. As long as the Demon King can defeat him."

The Hulk's true identity is not a secret to them, and a slightly calmer person immediately refuted it.

"He should return to normalcy. He didn't transform even if the people I arranged to force him like that at the press conference."

"That's okay to consider it."

The flame of hope rekindled in the eyes of everyone, as if they had seen the dawn of success.

So, everyone started planning with a word of mind, all of whom were holding huge amounts of wealth, and they wanted people and weapons.

If Chino was an ordinary person, they might have eaten it.

When the meeting ended, most people hurriedly left and arranged their tasks with a nervous and expectant mood.

They seemed to see a glimmer of light in the darkness, trying to seize this last hope to save their wealth empire that was about to collapse.

One of the big-bellied rich men returned to the manor, with a hurry and a nervous look.

He came to a secret basement. Under the dim light, there was a digital walkie-talkie inside. It was renovated and had an effective communication range of fifty kilometers.