"Hello, Phil, good evening."
No response.
Just when Mike thought the phone had been pressed, Coulson said in a faint voice, "Mike You speak in this tone. To be honest... I feel weak."
"What are you talking about? I won't harm you. I'm not that kind of person. You understand me. This is a good thing. I have a gift for you."
"What kind of gift? Isn't it the kind of gift that will blow up the entire city block with a bang?" Coulson complained, it's just that I know you.
"How is that possible!"
"Hoo!"
Just when Coulson was breathing a sigh of relief, Mike continued, "It's just a corpse..."
"Ugh!"
"... There is a special virus on the corpse."
"Gah!"
Coulson almost whipped it directly.
The virus is even more terrifying!!!
"Can you finish the sentence at once? I'm almost going to have a heart attack from you." Coulson's forehead veins are about to burst, "Also, what kind of gift is a corpse?!"
"Oh..."
Next, Mike briefly described Purple Man's affairs and his superpowers.
Coulson's eyes turned green.
Purple Man's ability is terrifying. If it could be reverse-engineered and mass-produced... the picture would be truly terrifying.
It cannot be in the hands of S.H.I.E.L.D., nor can it fall into the hands of others.
Mike listened to Coulson breathing gradually heavier.
Just pressed the phone.
Haha~
Reverse research, mass production Purple Man...
It's not that simple.
What a beautiful thought.
Humans have been researching, but the superpowers created in the laboratory have various defects and side effects. Most serious superpowers are either gifted or have various accidents - being exposed to radioactive rays, exposed to chemicals, etc., which are difficult to replicate.
Besides, S.H.I.E.L.D. has researched Purple Man's abilities, and then what?
Contribute to Hydra's world domination and make an indelible contribution?
The reason why S.H.I.E.L.D. was asked to help dispose of the body was that Mike could not just dump Purple Man's body on the street. S.H.I.E.L.D. was too lazy to do things, but his ability to finish things off and deal with the aftermath was still worthy of recognition.
Gangs such as Hell's Kitchen are rampant, which has naturally spawned many black and gray industries that work for gangs, and "scavengers" are one of them. They help dispose of corpses-either burn them to ashes, or dissolve them with concentrated acid, and then clean up the blood stains and DNA at the crime scene. They are quite professional and much better than the half-hearted gang members.
"Scavenger" is a manifestation of professionalism and sophistication in crime, and can be called a policeman's nightmare.
Not only gangs have scavengers, but one of the services provided by the Continental Hotel is "scavenger service".
However, Purple Man's body may be potentially dangerous, so it would be safer to leave it to S.H.I.E.L.D..
Not long after, agents from S.H.I.E.L.D. arrived first. They quickly set up a cordon and dispersed the gangsters who did not dare to approach and wanted to take advantage of the situation.
At first, these agents were responsible for monitoring Mike. Later, when there was no need for surveillance, they changed their identities and became S.H.I.E.L.D. stationed at the Hell's Kitchen subdistrict office, responsible for connecting with "Trouble Constitution"Mike related things. For example, things like tonight. However, they came in a hurry, and the only thing they could do was to keep people away and watch Mike make phone calls.
Mike is calling Jessica, telling her that Purple Man's matter is settled and there is no need to worry about Hope's matter.
Mike gave S.H.I.E.L.D. such a "big gift", so it makes sense for them to help resolve Hope's case. Ordinary people may be helpless to get Hope out of jail, but for an organization like S.H.I.E.L.D., official channels or side-stepping can do it. A few phone calls and a few favors can solve the problem.
Then Mike heard Jessica's suppressed crying, and his claws became numb.
Don't know how to comfort me.
Some pain cannot be relieved with a few words. The only thing that can cure real pain is time and long-term companionship, so Mike can only say a few words of regular comfort.
How should I put it, no matter what Jessica thinks, her experience was really miserable - she was imprisoned, tortured, mentally and physically tortured, and then she was controlled to kill innocent people, and the whole world was isolated and opposed to her. Anyone else would have suffered a mental breakdown.
Sighing, Mike hung up the phone.
At least still alive.
Ten minutes later, a helicopter landed near the street.
Coulson and the agents in biohazard suits filed out. He immediately saw Mike smoking with his back against the car door.
"Slut!" Coulson complained.
I don't know if I'm complaining about people or cars.
Probably both.
Mike threw a cigarette from a distance. Coulson was quick and caught it steadily.
Click on.
Meimei took a sip.
"I thought you didn't smoke."
"Don't smoke. Smoking is harmful to your health." Coulson spat out his eyes, rolled his eyes at Mike, and said, "Just staying up late and working overtime like this, I may not live until the day I get cancer, so don't worry."
"Well, when you say that, it sounds like I'm worried about you."
"Get out!" Coulson walked around Lamborghini, "What a good car!"
"Not as good as your "Laura""
Laura is a red antique car. It is a concept car produced by Stark Group and has not been mass-produced. Each of its four tires has a built-in jet engine. It has vertical take-off and landing and low-altitude flight capabilities, and it also has a flamethrower.
Comparing Bat with the black technology Laura is a bit bullying.
It's not that Mike doesn't want to buy a better one, it's just that the three great cars - Porsche 918, McLaren P1, and Porsche LaFerrari haven't come out yet, and Lamborghini's own female star "Veneno" hasn't debuted either.
Besides, the owner of a truly limited-edition supercar has been reserved long before it leaves the factory. Unless there are special circumstances, there is no existing car on the market for you to pick up.
I can only make do with "Bat".
Let's make do...
A man with an account exceeding one billion US dollar is domineering. What does that say? - Money is a man's courage, a woman's face, the poor's dignity, and the foundation of marriage.
Not the truth, but it makes sense.
Just a few random sentences and get to the point.
Purple Man's ability destined him to live and die in the mortal world. He would get whatever he wanted. No need to swipe his card or register. As long as he erased the monitoring, he would become a "non-existent person".
S.H.I.E.L.D. not only knew about the existence of Purple Man, but was also imprisoned for a period of time, and then escaped from him as expected. From then on, Purple Man acted cautiously, leaving almost no traces. S.H.I.E.L.D. could not be traced, let alone captured.
Now Purple Man is dead.
Coulson It is a mixture of joy and sorrow.
Sadly, the people above wanted to keep Purple Man alive so that he could study his abilities. As for the casualties caused by this, to the top management, as long as the casualties did not exceed a certain range, that was the number that existed on paper.
Who cares?
Fortunately, Purple Man has mental problems and dangerous abilities. The world will be a better place if there is one less person like this.
Fortunately, with the corpse, I can at least defuse the people above.
Suddenly, Mike said, "Some friends are here, let me go and take a look."
"Can you please introduce me?" Coulson asked tentatively.
"I'm afraid it's inconvenient for masked friends to have contact with the authorities."
"Okay." Coulson doesn't force it.