The next day, morning.
Mike looked at Coulson speechlessly, who was sitting at the dining table with a calm look on his face, with a napkin pinned to his collar. Rosemary bacon hash browns were placed on a white plate on the table.
Mike complained, "I feel like we should just change the supermarket into a restaurant."
Old Earl agreed with both hands, "Business must be very hot."
"Come on." Mike just said that now Old Earl can handle the supermarket by himself, but if he opens a restaurant, he has to recruit chefs and waiters.
The supermarket business has been very good recently. Because of safety, the nearby Chinese people prefer to go around here to buy things. Some first-generation Chinese aunts still retain the habit of being matchmakers and want to introduce Mike to blind dates. In the eyes of Chinese people, Mike is considered a pretty person.
But Mike's original intention of opening a supermarket was not to make money at all, but to allow himself to use China's items anytime and anywhere.
It's not that the United States product is not good, there are some things that you can't change after you get used to them.
Just like someone who has made money and smokes huazi every day without any pressure, but secretly still likes blue wolf and gray wolf.
Just like some people can afford to eat in big hotels, but still like to sit at a roadside stall.
Just like someone who has the conditions to watch the original,... Okay, let's drag this out for an hour.
--Nothing else, just habit.
When the business is good, you have to recruit people. Mike doesn't like it, so the hard-working Peter. Parker is often dragged to the supermarket to help out recently. Peter doesn't mind, and is even happy, because he is charged on an hourly basis, and sometimes when it comes to meals, the boss will add an extra pair of chopsticks.
"What a group of good people. If anyone dares to rob, I won't kill them!" Peter was thinking about a way to repay her, but the security of this street was a bit unreal. The arrogant and domineering gangsters from outside came to this street, and they behaved like bunny rabbits.
"Yesterday I was as tired as a dog, but today I am as energetic as a dog."
"Aren't they all dogs?"
"Yesterday it was a castrated golden retriever, and today it's a husky in heat. Can it be the same?"
Coulson: "It seems like I'll give you a good beating, if not you can't beat me."
"Haha, that's it... you want to kill me, but you can't do anything."
"Stop it, have you brushed your teeth?" Skye was wearing a red and white plaid kitchen scarf, holding a plate in each hand.
Mike kissed her, and the mint flavor of the toothpaste stayed on her lips, proving that she had brushed her teeth with practical actions.
"Be good!" Skye kissed back, quite like an old couple.
Coulson:"..."
The potato pancakes suddenly lost their flavor and tasted like dog food.
Coulson was almost done eating. After Mike finished eating, he started talking about business.
"The Continental Hotel will definitely not give up. What are your plans?" Coulson asked.
Mike: "I have an agent in the Continental Hotel, and they should issue a high reward."
"Then what?"
"After dealing with this wave, I will talk to the organization behind the scenes."
How to talk?
Talk with your fists, of course.
Coulson: "S.H.I.E.L.D. can provide a safe house to help protect Skye, Old Earl and Chloe."
Real killers are usually cruel and ruthless and use all possible means. Skye Their temporary inability to protect themselves is indeed Mike's weakness.
"No need." Mike said, "Thanks anyway."
Let S.H.I.E.L.D. protect you, it feels like you are being sent into a snake's den.
Mike plans to ask Stark for help. Under Mike's suggestion, Stark is remodeling Malibu's mansion. Can you imagine that in the movie, a helicopter carrying two missiles blew up Stark's home into the sky.
I don't know how Stark, who has enemies everywhere and is so high-profile, can survive until Infinity War.
If Mike is the enemy of Stark, the grass on Stark's grave will definitely be three feet high.
The transformation projects include satellite early warning, missile defense, 360-degree high-power energy cannon with no blind spots, residential structure solidification, surface material strengthening, etc. According to Stark, the goal is to defend against nuclear bombs and mechanized heavy corps attacks.
The statement may be a bit exaggerated, but Stark is good at turning the boasted beeps into reality. Only a small part of the transformation has been completed, and most of it still exists in theory and drawings.
But with the strategic and tactical support provided by Iron Armor and JARVIS, Mike does not believe that there is a killer who can kidnap people from Malibu's mansion.
Regarding Mike's request, Stark agreed directly without any hesitation, and also said that he could lend Mark II to Mike.
Mike thought for a while, "Can it be discounted?"
"Farke!"
Stark spits out fragrance directly through the interface, and raises the middle finger at the same time.
Coulson stayed for half an hour, his mouth was full of oil after eating, and he left with the disgusting face of eating and drinking for free.
Mike told Skye what happened in general.
"I won't leave!" was Skye's first reaction. She was anxious, thinking that Mike was in big trouble.
"Well... how should I put it, I just provoked some people, and then they may hurt me by hurting you. As long as you are safe, I..."
"So... we are the one dragging you down." Skye joked.
"Uh."
Skye's tone is relaxed, but if it is not handled well, it is easy for her to think too much. At this time, denying or comforting is not a good choice. The best way is to blame yourself, "It's all my fault. It was me who put you in danger. You shouldn't have experienced such a thing. I'm sorry..."
Skye immediately grabbed Mike's hand, "Don't worry, we will protect ourselves, but it's you who is facing the danger. You must be careful, you know?"
"Well, don't worry, I'll be fine."
Put Skye and the others in the car, take them to Stark Tower, watch them fly to California, and Mike return to the supermarket alone.
I stayed bored until noon alone, thinking that the high-stakes bonus might be released at any time, Mike decided... to have lunch.
After the meal, Mike turned on the computer, which contained information about a relatively famous killer in NY.
In a metropolis of more than eight million people, there are too many dark needs. If there is a need, there will be entrustment. When there are more entrustments, a large number of mercenaries will naturally gather.
"There are so many masters. Masters are among the people."
Mike felt a little stressed, so he decided... to take a nap.
In the evening, the mobile phone rang, Winston's number.
"Thirty million US dollar!" The call was answered, and Winston said the amount.
Winston felt a little excited, "Do you know what this means?"
"Does it mean that many people are crazy and want to kill me?"
"Well, that's right. Ahem, this is the highest bonus the Continental Hotel has received so far."
"So, I should feel honored?"
Winston felt that the conversation could not continue, and they had different views. "Okay, I just want to remind you. It is estimated that all the Continental Hotel members in NY have seen the hanging red. Half of them are heading towards Hell's Kitchen, and the other half are preparing to leave, so... don't die."
"Oh, I got it."
Thirty million US dollar. Don't think that thirty million US dollar is not much just because a set of Iron Armor costs hundreds of millions. For the same amount of money, if the target is changed to United States total barrel, the killers will still follow one after another.